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

Song Wenjun's actions really surprised Xiao Tao, but then she understood.

This medicine must have had something added to it, which is why the lady won't drink it.

The facts were indeed as Xiao Tao had imagined.

Song Wenjun said to Xiao Tao, "The medicine contains lily of the valley; long-term consumption will ruin one's health."

Xiao Tao looked terrified: "But the Marquis ordered this medicine to be brewed for the Madam. How could he be so heartless?"

Song Wenjun smiled slightly, but her eyes were icy cold.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of Gu Huaizhou's ruthlessness. The best way for him to get the Song family's vast wealth is to make the first wife die quietly.

After all, he has a great reputation and dotes on his wife.

No one would suspect him; he is truly ruthless.

"Have Qingshan find an opportunity to add this medicine to that person's medicine." Since Gu Huaizhou wants her dead, Song Wenjun will not be merciful.

Xiao Tao nodded solemnly: "Understood, Madam."

If one day Gu Huaizhou found out that he personally fed Jiang Miaoyin these poisons, what would he think?

He must have been heartbroken to see his beloved die at his hands.

At this moment, Song Wenjun thought of something and said to Xiao Tao, "Has he gone over there now?"

"Yes," Xiao Tao replied.

Song Wenjun smiled and said to Xiao Tao, "Come here, I need you to do something..."

……

After leaving Song Wenjun's place, Gu Huaizhou went to Jiang Miaoyin's elegant retreat.

When he arrived, Jiang Miaoyin was shivering from the cold.

The room was like an icebox, without even a brazier of charcoal.

Both women were in postpartum confinement, but Song Wenjun had a warm house to live in, delicious food to eat, and so many people to take care of her.

But Jiang Miaoyin didn't even have a brazier of charcoal, which really broke Gu Huaizhou's heart.

As soon as he appeared, a smile appeared on Jiang Miaoyin's face: "Huaizhou, you've finally come."

Before she could get up, Gu Huaizhou quickly stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, only to find that her hands and feet were as cold as ice.

He quickly pulled Jiang Miaoyin into his arms and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made you suffer."

Then, Gu Huaizhou instructed the servant: "Quickly go and light the charcoal brazier."

He brought carbon and a lot of supplies, enough for Jiang Miaoyin to last another half month.

Jiang Miaoyin was slender and, unlike the forthright women of the North, she was like a delicate dodder flower, fragile and vulnerable.

At this moment, she nestled in Gu Huaizhou's arms, her eyes slightly red, and shook her head, saying, "For you and the child, I can endure any hardship."

Gu Huaizhou took her hand, feeling extremely distressed: "If it weren't for the twist of fate that you married my elder brother, we would have been married long ago. Why do we have to be so secretive?"

His and Jiang Miaoyin's horoscopes were incompatible, and Zhou refused to agree to their marriage no matter what.

Left with no other choice, Jiang Miaoyin had to marry Gu Jia Dalang.

But her heart always belonged to Gu Huaizhou, and Gu Huaizhou could not forget her either.

After Gu Jia Dalang died, the two began an affair.

Mentioning the child, Gu Huaizhou's eyes lit up with a smile: "Yan Yan is being taken very well by that woman. She treats our son like a precious treasure, more valuable than her own life. You can rest assured."

"Really?" Jiang Miaoyin's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Does the child look like you or me?"

Gu Huaizhou gently tapped the tip of her nose: "Of course I'll look like you. I'll definitely grow up to be a handsome young man."

Jiang Miaoyin smiled contentedly, but a trace of sorrow appeared on her face: "Huaizhou, I feel so sorry for Song Wenjun for doing this, after all, she did nothing wrong."

"You're just too kind. If Song Wenjun hadn't interfered, why would Mother have insisted that I marry her into the Gu family? Don't worry, my feelings for you will never change. What I'm after is her family fortune. In the future, the Song family's assets will naturally belong to our son."

"But... I feel uneasy," Jiang Miaoyin said weakly, clutching her chest.

"Leave all the blood-stained work to me. You just need to be my woman and that's all you need to do," Gu Huaizhou said emotionally.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Miaoyin blushed slightly and lowered her head shyly.

After a moment of silence, Gu Huaizhou continued, "I have already given the mountain that you asked me for last time to Song Wenjun."

Jiang Miaoyin's face instantly turned gloomy. She had asked Gu Huaizhou to hand over this mountain forest to her many times, but he had refused each time.

Now that he learned that Gu Huaizhou had given it to Song Wenjun, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and disappointment.

"How could you give her the mountains and forests?" Jiang Miaoyin asked incredulously, her eyes wide.

Gu Huaizhou quickly explained, "Don't worry, I gave the mountains and forests to Song Wenjun for the sake of our son."

Jiang Miaoyin frowned, looking at him with a puzzled expression, unsure of his meaning.

Gu Huaizhou continued, "Think about it, giving the child to Song Wenjun is the same as giving it to our son. She's so stupid, how could she know the child is ours? She'll just cherish the child like a precious treasure. In the future, the Song family's assets will also belong to our son."

After hearing Gu Huaizhou's words, Jiang Miaoyin's anger gradually dissipated, and her expression returned to calm.

She understood Gu Huaizhou's good intentions. Although she was somewhat dissatisfied that he gave the mountains and forests to Song Wenjun, she stopped caring when she thought that they would eventually belong to their son.

"It's not that I care about material things, but I don't want to see her receive your love. Do you understand how I feel?" Jiang Miaoyin said softly, a hint of grievance flickering in her eyes.

Gu Huaizhou tenderly stroked her face and gently comforted her, "Of course I understand your feelings. I will only love you in this lifetime."

To cheer Jiang Miaoyin up, Gu Huaizhou said to her again, "That idiot does everything herself, even changing diapers. She won't let anyone else help her. If she knew that the son wasn't hers, wouldn't she be so angry that she'd vomit blood? When the child is a little older, you should spend more time with him. He has your blood in his veins, so he'll definitely be close to you."

Jiang Miaoyin finally smiled with satisfaction and nodded: "Understood."

“You don’t need to care about her. Just treat her like a housekeeper. With her taking care of your child, we can sit back and enjoy the benefits. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Jiang Miaoyin laughed out loud and punched him with her little fist: "You're so naughty."

"I have even worse ones out there, do you want to try them...?"

A moment later, Gu Huaizhou got up, still somewhat unsatisfied. Jiang Miaoyin was still in her postpartum confinement period and couldn't quell his anger.

He got up, straightened his clothes, and said to Jiang Miaoyin, "I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Seeing him about to leave, Jiang Miaoyin looked reluctant and said, "Then come earlier tomorrow."

"I understand," Gu Huaizhou replied, and was about to leave when he heard a noise outside the door.

Just as he was wondering, the servant hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to him, "My lord, the patrol battalion is searching for thieves. Several families have been affected these past few days, and they are going door to door to notify them."

Gu Huaizhou's expression tightened; he was somewhat familiar with the people in the patrol battalion.

If people find out that he hid Jiang Miaoyin here, he's finished.

He immediately said to Jiang Miaoyin, "Quick, hide it in the wine cellar."