The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Qing He smiled faintly, somewhat helplessly: "Of course I will go with my uncle."

Sang Wan felt pity, but didn't know what to say.

Qinghe's parents died early, and she has always followed her uncle, with no other choice.

"Sister, why don't you ask the prince to let you stay? The women in the mansion also need a female doctor. If you are not in a position to ask, then I will go and talk to the prince." As soon as Sang Wan turned around, she was pulled by Qinghe again.

"Grandma..." Qinghe changed her tone: "Sister, don't."

She lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly: "My uncle treats me like his own father. I can't abandon him. He is old now, and it's time for him to rest."

"But you are still in your prime, how can you waste your time in the countryside?"

Sang Wan was worried about her future life, and she could empathize with such invisible shackles.

"Sister, I prefer quietness and don't like crowds, so it's okay."

Qing He took her hand and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you want to stay with the prince?"

Sang Wan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said self-deprecatingly, "Sister, have you heard about what happened last night? Qian Lu pointed at my nose and scolded me for being unworthy. In fact, he said what everyone was thinking. The truth is, the prince and I were just casual acquaintances, and we are not on the same path after all."

"But I see that the prince treats you very attentively, sister Sang, are you willing to give up?"

Sang Wan smiled cunningly and lowered his voice:

"Sister, that was all a show for the others. He wanted to drive away the Princess Jianing."

Qing He bit her lower lip and murmured, "So that's how it is."

"The prince said that he would give me the divorce papers after the situation has settled down." Sang Wan raised her eyebrows excitedly, "Maybe I can leave in a few days."

Qing He held her hand, his eyes sincere: "Sister Sang, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know either. I think I should stay in Fengshui Town to take care of my mother."

Sang Wan felt a little depressed. Qinghe's shackles were also her shackles.

She couldn't abandon her uncle, nor would she leave her mother.

Regardless of whether she really favored boys over girls and pushed her into the vortex of Tianshengtang, at least she raised Sang Wan for more than ten years, and her kindness was greater than heaven.

"Oh!" The two held hands tightly and sighed.

"Sister, let's not talk about these troubles anymore. Come, practice archery with me."

Sang Wan pulled her and picked up the bow with interest and handed it to her.

Qing He waved her hands, her face full of bitterness: "No, I can't do it, sister, you should do it yourself."

"Hey, I'm just starting out today too. Li Jiu said he wanted to teach me self-defense, but all the weapons are too heavy. Only this bow is relatively light. Try it, don't worry, I'm not that guy Li Jiu, I won't laugh at you."

Qinghe refused again and again but couldn't resist Sang Wan, so he had to raise his bow and shoot a few arrows.

Sure enough, the arrows fell to the ground before they hit the bull's eye.

"Sister, you should do it. My hands can only give acupuncture. I don't have the strength." Qinghe smiled and handed the bow back.

Sang Wan picked up the arrow and handed it to her again: "Don't be impatient, the prince said that the most taboo in archery is getting impatient, try again."

Qinghe reluctantly pulled the bow again.

There was a sound of footsteps in the yard, mixed with Pei Jinzhi's voice.

"The prince is here." Sang Wan turned around and looked for the source of the voice.

Qinghe's eyes darkened and he shot the arrow in his hand.

She put down her bow and stood obediently in the corridor, waiting for the doctor from Fei's house.

"Prince, Grandma, goodbye."

Seeing that Sang Wan was not in a good mood, Doctor Fei nodded politely and left with Qinghe.

Pei Jinzhi looked at Sang Wan, her face slightly red and sweat on her forehead. He couldn't help but ask, "How's the training going?"

Sang Wan stuck out her tongue playfully. "I'm talking to Sister Qinghe. This archery practice is too difficult for me. Do you have any lighter weapons?"

Pei Jinzhi had no way to deal with her: "You, you are indeed lazy."

"Just tell me if you have it or not? By the way, I think the sleeve arrow that the man in black shot at you that night was very good. The arrow head can also be poisoned." Sang Wan pestered him and wanted the sleeve arrow.

After much thought, she decided that this hidden weapon was the most useful. She could hide it on her body and be ready to fight at any time.

Pei Jinzhi frowned, somewhat unhappy:

"How can a gentleman use such a vile thing? Not to mention poisoning, which is a despicable underworld trick, truly despised by decent people. You shouldn't be so obsessed with such things. Why don't you start with the basics of plum blossom pole training and learn some boxing and kicking skills? Wouldn't that be better..."

Sang Wan covered her ears and ran away: "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen."

Pei Jinzhi raised his hand from behind: "Hey, you really are an incorrigible child!"

Sang Wan turned around and made a face at him, "Master, you are so pedantic."

Pei Jinzhi was so angry that he stormed out.

Sang Wan lowered his head and picked up the arrow on the ground. The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became.

Unexpectedly, now she is not only not afraid of Pei Jinzhi, but can also make him angry and crooked.

He looked angry, just like an old ox tired of plowing the field, huffing and puffing, as if he wanted to beat her up.

An arrow fell to the ground, split in two.

Sang Wan picked it up and muttered to herself, "Why did this arrow suddenly break apart?"

She stood in front of the target, staring blankly at the arrow flying into the bull's eye.

*

"Grandma, the lady is calling you over."

Yunque trotted along, looking a little unhappy.

Following behind her was Mrs. Liao, who was standing next to Kang, with a stern face:

"Grandma, please."

Yunque wanted to inform the prince, but Liao's mother snorted coldly:

"Grandma is now the prince's bedside companion, not a servant anymore. If you bother the prince with everything, how can he rest and recuperate?"

Sang Wan smiled faintly and said to Yunque:

"Mother Liao is an old servant after all, and she's more sensible than you. Let's go."

Skylark hid her handkerchief and laughed secretly.

Mother Liao was so angry that her face turned green.

After what happened last night, Sang Wan was sure that no one would touch her openly for the time being.

Besides, she really couldn't rely on Pei Jinzhi for everything.

The two followed Mother Liao to Haitang Courtyard again.

Kang acted like a mistress, her expression distant: "Are you here? I'll call you Wan'er."

Sang Wan bowed respectfully and said, "Madam, you can call me whatever you want."

"I called you here today to chat. There's no need to be so formal. Please take a seat."

Sang Wan sat down, and Kang smiled and pretended to be kind:

"Is Jinzhi feeling better?"

"Madam, the prince is recovering day by day."

Kang sneered, her eyes cold, but because of her status as the mistress, she couldn't get angry.

She had to hide her disgust by sipping tea.

"You have done a great job in saving the prince, this is a reward for you."

Mother Liao handed a lacquered wooden box to Sang Wan.

Yunque took it, opened it and saw that it was a golden hairpin.

"This is too expensive, Sang Wan doesn't dare."

There was a trace of contempt in Kang's eyes, but he still had a smile on his face:

"You, the children of a humble family, have never seen the world. A mere golden hairpin, we in the Pei Mansion can have as many as you want. Just serve the prince well, and there are plenty of other good things. Keep them."

Haha, Sang Wan smiled and accepted it decisively.

Who would resist gold? It would be a waste not to accept it.

"Thank you, Madam."

When Kang saw that she accepted it, the contempt in her eyes became even stronger.

"I heard that the prince asked everyone in the palace to call you Grandma? Oh, this is really getting more and more unreasonable. You are just a girl who came to celebrate the wedding. The prince is praising you, but you must recognize your own status. I also heard about what happened with Qian Lu yesterday. In the final analysis, it is you who are unpopular. You should reflect on this."

Reflection? This is really putting the blame on someone else.

Sang Wan lowered her head: "Yes, you are right."

"Now that you're at the Crown Prince's side, not only are you unable to relieve his worries, but you've also caused him to bear the infamy of mistreating his servants because of you? In my opinion, although Qian Lu's actions may be reckless, his words are true. I summoned you here today to remind you to curb your coquettish behavior. If you make any mistakes in the future, my dignified Duke's Mansion will not tolerate you."

Sang Wan listened to Kang's knocking in silence without saying a word.

Mother Liao added at the right moment:

"The mistress manages the huge Pei Mansion on a daily basis, working very hard, and yet she still has to worry about such a small matter.

Miss Sang, if you are willing to share the mistress's worries and establish a good reputation for the prince, you must be open-minded and tolerant.

Qian Lu has been in the Pei Mansion for many years and has always been well-mannered. He was just angry for a moment. I think, young lady, you might as well make a big deal out of a small matter, so that everyone can save face.

dont you agree? "