The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

With Gu Huaizhou not in the manor, Jiang Miaoyin had nowhere to turn for help, so she went to Zhou Shi instead.

Regardless, Zhou was Gu Huaizhou's biological mother. She loved her son dearly, and naturally, she would also care for him because of her.

This was Jiang Miaoyin's only hope.

"Mother, please save me! I don't want to get married. I only love Huaizhou." Jiang Miaoyin knelt at Zhou's feet, clutching her trouser leg tightly.

The room had already been emptied of people; only Zhou Shi and Jiang Miaoyin remained.

Listening to Jiang Miaoyin's sobbing, she felt extremely annoyed.

"What's the use of you begging me? Now that the old Marquis has returned to his mansion, I have no status whatsoever. All he cares about is that vixen and her twins. When you two were doing those shameful things, why didn't you think this day would come? Now that you're in trouble, you remember me? Am I a bodhisattva?"

The more Zhou thought about it, the angrier she became. In her opinion, it was Jiang Miaoyin, that slut, who seduced her son. Otherwise, given Gu Huaizhou's character, he would never have done such a thing.

"Mother, is it wrong for us to love each other? The one who's wrong is that wretched woman who occupies the position of young mistress. It must be her who persuaded the old Marquis to marry me off. Mother, you have to help me!" Jiang Miaoyin was now like a mad dog, biting anyone she saw.

She doesn't mind dragging everyone down with her as long as it helps her.

Seeing that Zhou remained silent, she hardened her heart and said again, "I would rather die than marry. If you try to push me too far, I will expose everything. Anyway, we are all going to die. If I am going to die, I will die in the Marquis's mansion."

Upon hearing this, Zhou was so angry that her eyes were bloodshot and she slapped Jiang Miaoyin hard across the face.

"You shameless little whore, who are you threatening here? Before you even reveal the truth, I'll throw you into the well first. I want to see if your mouth is faster or my actions are faster. I'm warning you to behave yourself, or you'll only have one way out: death."

Jiang Miaoyin didn't have the guts at all; she was just threatening Zhou Shi in an attempt to get her help.

The slap extinguished her arrogance instantly. She covered her cheek and cried, "Mother, I really have no other choice. Please help me. I am Jin Yan's own mother."

Zhou was so angry that her head was buzzing. She could barely take care of herself, yet she still had to clean up her son's mess.

She pointed at Jiang Miaoyin's nose and whispered, "If it weren't for the fact that you're Jin Yan's mother, I wouldn't have tolerated you to this day."

Jiang Miaoyin immediately grasped the key point in his words: Did he agree?

She pleaded, "Mother, please save me."

Zhou was so annoyed by her noise that her head started to throb. She rested her hand on her forehead and fell into deep thought.

What exactly should we do to protect Jiang Miaoyin?

Poisoning the old Marquis?

No, no, the old man has too many people around him, and they are very careful about what he eats, so there's no way he could be poisoned.

So, poison Song Wenjun?

Zhou then put the plan out of his mind.

Her eldest grandson is still in Song Wenjun's room. What if she accidentally hurts him?

After much deliberation, Zhou turned her attention to Jiang Miaoyin.

"There's only one way to save you now. Are you willing to try?"

Jiang Miaoyin nodded repeatedly: "Mother, I'm willing."

"If you are injured or poisoned, the blind date will have to be postponed. It's up to you which one you want to choose."

Jiang Miaoyin's eyes widened suddenly, and she trembled with fear: "This, how can this be?"

If you want to avoid blind dates, a minor injury won't do; you need something that involves breaking a bone and requires several months of recovery.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

If you get poisoned, you could lose your life.

Neither of these two options is the best course of action.

"Mother, besides these two, is there anything else?"

“If you’re going to do something, you should do it once and for all. If you’re not ruthless to yourself, you might escape this time, but what about next time, and the time after that? You know the old Marquis’s temper. Unless you’re really unable to move, he won’t give up the idea of ​​marrying you off.”

Jiang Miaoyin's face turned as white as a sheet, and a chill rose from the soles of her feet. Was there really no way out?

"I've shown you the way; how you do it is up to you. Alright, you can leave now; I'm tired." Madam Zhou shooed Jiang Miaoyin out, and she left Ruyi Residence dejectedly.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but she felt very cold.

The vast Marquis's mansion could not even accommodate a little girl like her.

Jiang Miaoyin felt as if she were walking on cotton, every step felt unsteady.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a figure in front of her.

The woman wore a rich begonia cloak and a gorgeous headdress, surrounded by pearls and jade, making her look exceptionally elegant and noble.

Even the surrounding scenery seemed more vivid and vibrant in her presence.

Song Wenjun, you shameless woman.

Jiang Miaoyin clenched her fists tightly.

Why can she live so freely, while I'm like a rat in a gutter, unable to see the sunlight?

Those jewels, her status, and her position all belonged to her.

Song Wenjun took away everything that should have belonged to her.

Song Wenjun also saw Jiang Miaoyin and greeted her warmly: "Sister-in-law, come and rest for a while and have some tea."

She sat in the pavilion with her child in her arms, several pots of charcoal behind her, and didn't feel cold at all.

Gu Jinyan, dressed in thick little clothes, opened his big, black grape-like eyes and excitedly waved his little hands.

Upon seeing the child, Jiang Miaoyin's feet involuntarily led her toward him.

This is her son.

Why should I be in the arms of that vile woman, Song Wenjun?

"Let me hold her." Jiang Miaoyin reached out her hand to Song Wenjun, but Song Wenjun did not give her the child, saying, "Yan Yan just woke up and cried. Sister-in-law, you can hold her next time."

She picked up Gu Jinyan's chubby little arm and waved it at Jiang Miaoyin: "Baby, quickly call her Auntie."

Jiang Miaoyin's vision went black, and she almost fainted from anger.

You despicable woman, she's the child's real mother.

Jiang Miaoyin's face turned pale and then red, and a surge of anger was building up in her chest, as if it was about to explode.

"Call her, call her Auntie." Song Wenjun seemed oblivious to Jiang Miaoyin's breakdown and continued to coax the child gently, "You just called her Mother, say it again."

Gu Jinyan refused to speak, and started crying as he looked at Jiang Miaoyin.

Wow, wow wow...

Song Wenjun had no choice but to pick up her son and walk around, saying apologetically to Jiang Miaoyin, "This child is probably shy around strangers, please don't take it to heart, sister-in-law."

"How could that be?" Jiang Miaoyin forced a smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Her son calls others "mother," but he calls her "aunt."

She's so angry!

"I have to go now," Jiang Miaoyin said, and left as if fleeing.

On the way back, I overheard two servants gossiping in the sun on the veranda: "I heard that children are very perceptive and can see the death aura on people. If a child cries in front of someone, it means that person is about to die. Is that true?"

Jiang Miaoyin was so angry upon hearing this that her hair almost stood on end. She walked up to the two maids and slapped them twice across the face: "You dog servants, who are you saying is about to die? I'll smash your mouths to pieces!"