Jiang Zhongwei's face turned red when she was teased by her grandmother. The blush made her pale face look much better.

"Grandma, what did you say! You don't know, I have a good memory since I was a child."

When Chen Yuntang was young, he followed his grandfather to Hubei and lived at the house of Mrs. Zhenguo for a while. Jiang Zhongwei was only three or four years old.

Mrs. Zhenguo touched her granddaughter's hair.

"Your Shen brother was assassinated, and even the personal guards sent by grandmother did not survive."

Jiang Zhongwei's eyes widened and she was shocked, "How could it be! Is there something wrong with the brother of the Shen family?"

The wife of Zhenguo looked at her with a anxious face and suddenly smiled, "Why, Awei is very worried about your Shen brother?"

"Grandmother!" Jiang Zhongwei was angry.

The wife of Zhenguo said in lingering fear: "Your Shen brother is lucky and has no injuries, but just a little scared."

Jiang Zhongwei patted her heart, "It's fine if the Shen brother is fine."

When I was young, the little brother who came to visit their house was cool and didn't like her to pester him, but he never disliked her as weak and had to hold her to her anywhere.

So many years have passed, I wonder what that little brother has now looked like.

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at her granddaughter's insanity, raised her lips slightly, and took the post from the side and handed it to her.

Jiang Zhongwei was stunned and took the letter of worship from her grandmother strangely.

In the past, my grandmother didn't let her care about these things, so why did she suddenly read the posts?

When she opened the gold-plated greeting, Jiang Zhongwei saw the powerful and natural handwriting on the greeting. Then she glanced at the signboard and widened her eyes in surprise.

"The brother of the Shen family is coming?"

Mrs. Zhenguo looked at her granddaughter's surprised face and laughed.

"The post I sent this morning will be here in two days."

Jiang Zhongwei couldn't help but touch the handwriting on the prayer post, "Is this written by the brother of the Shen family himself?"

"Silly girl, come to visit her. Of course, she wrote this post herself!"

Jiang Zhongwei's face suddenly turned red again.

Jiang Zhongwei sat at her grandmother for half an hour before being driven back to rest.

Mrs. Zhenguo stared at her granddaughter's thin back, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

Although she couldn't bear to part with her granddaughter, she was at the age of discussing marriage.

She is old and no matter how powerful she is, she can't take care of her granddaughter for the rest of her life.

Madam Zheng saw the thoughts of the wife of Zhenguo and suggested: "I saw that the young lady was also interested in the princess, so it would be better..."

Mrs. Zhenguo smiled bitterly, "You don't know Awei's body. The three generations of the Hou Mansion have single-handedly passed down. Do you want me to harm Atang?"

Because of her congenital deficiencies, Jiang Zhongwei was unable to give birth to her descendants. This is a fact that Mrs. Zhenguo had known for a long time, but she had been hiding it from her granddaughter.

Madam Zheng had no choice but to shut up.

However, because Madam Zheng had more words, Mrs. Zhenguo had more Qi Yi in her heart.

If two children are determined, so what if she fulfills her?

It’s not easy to want a child. Then I will take two concubines to Chen Yuntang and give birth to the child next to Awei as a legitimate son to raise him.

Mrs. Zhenguo took a sip of tea, "Where is Chuan'er?"

"Old lady, the marquis went to Beidaying early in the morning."

The Jiang family had just returned to Yanjing from Hubei. Although the Marquis of Zhenguo still had a false position, they did not have to go to the court because they were in the court leave.

The "Chuan'er" mentioned by the wife of Zhenguo is Jiang Zhenchuan, the grandson who was adopted from the side branch in his early years and inherited his bloodline.

Jiang Zhenchuan is now twenty years old and has not yet married. He has inherited the title of Jiang Rong, the general of the State.

Now he is the Marquis of Zhenguo.

Because of his protection, he was granted the fourth-rank General Xuanwei. Although he was a free job, he still had to go to the Ministry of War and the military camp to report when he arrived in Yanjing.

"When Chuan'er comes back, you send someone to tell him not to go out tomorrow and stay in the mansion to entertain Atang."

Madam Zheng nodded after hearing this.

Chen Yuntang sat alone in the study, holding a thin pen in his hand, but his eyes stared blankly at the handwriting on the rice paper.

She couldn't help swallowing, picked up the pen and wrote another line of words.

Still as before!

She threw away the brush in her hand, and anxiously found a handwritten booklet from the original owner on the table, and opened it to compare it with her current handwriting.

She couldn't speak immediately.

It's exactly the same!

She never expected that she could imitate the original owner's handwriting without realizing it, and it was completely indistinguishable.

After suppressing the excitement in his chest, Chen Yuntang slowly calmed down.

This is obviously an unexpected surprise. As a noble family, handwriting is very important. Whether it is a book or a memorial, you have to write.

Chen Yuntang was also worried that his handwriting would be exposed, so now that he would all his doubts disappear.

Although she could write the original owner's handwriting and mysterious, she even had things like traveling through time. She could deal with it calmly even if there were more strange things.

Just treat it as a benefit of her traveling through time.

Chen Yuntang is very open-minded. Besides, she doesn’t have the energy to think about why, the entire Marquis’ Mansion still depends on her!

She first wrote a reply letter and sent it to the wife of Zhenguo.

Then he asked Wingchun to go to Chu Yuyuan, his second sister, and told her about longevity.

Wing Chun was smart and saw that the prince wanted to take this opportunity to mention the second lady, and she smiled without delaying it.

After Wing Chun left, Chen Yuntang began to look at the account books of several shops in the public property in the mansion.

In the end, only a jade shop was left in my hand.

She picked out the books of the two silk shops and a restaurant separately and put them aside. After thinking for a moment, she ordered Bai Mei to get five taels of silver.

When Bai Mei came back, Chen Yuntang took the account book to Aunt Han's yard.

Aunt Han was sitting in the corridor to do needlework. Maybe she had spoken before, but there was a maid who cleaned the yard.

As soon as Chen Yuntang entered the yard, the little maid ran in and reported.

After a while, Aunt Han held Xiang Jie'er's hand and greeted her in person.

Aunt Han respectfully saluted Chen Yuntang, and Chen Yuntang helped her up.

"Criminal Master, is there something wrong with you here to find me today?"

Chen Yuntang held the corner of his mouth slightly, "Don't worry, aunt, it's a good thing, let's go in and talk."

Aunt Han then remembered that they were standing in the corridor, which was indeed not a place to talk about things. She quickly invited Chen Yuntang into it.

The courtyard is simple and even the hall is small.

However, facing north and south, warm sun shines in late autumn, and it also looks warm.

Chen Yuntang glanced at him and found that Aunt Han's yard had not burned charcoal yet, so he frowned.

"Why didn't my aunt burn charcoal?"

It is already winter in Yanjing, and ordinary families are gradually starting to burn charcoal.

Aunt Han said a little embarrassedly: "I have never been afraid of the cold, so it doesn't matter if I get late."

Chen Yuntang was thoughtful and glanced at Aunt Han's cold red hands, and said nothing.

The two sat down in the main hall.
Chapter completed!