"Are you alright?" On the carriage back to the Hou Mansion, Duan Wangchen felt that her hands were getting colder and colder, and her body seemed to tremble for a while.

"It doesn't matter."

Song Qingge moved his body and leaned closer into his arms.

She lowered her head, not daring to let Duan Wuchen see her eyes at this moment, for fear that he would see Xiao Yunqi's shadow in his eyes.

It had only been a few years since that person had dissipated from her mind, and she had promised Duan Wangchen that she would never think of him again.

"You take good care of the second lady."

Taking her back to Zhuyun Garden, Duan Wangchen carefully told Furou.

"The slave has written it down."

Furou whispered and stood by her bedside.

"Master Hou, the old lady sent someone over and said that you should hurry over." When the general walked outside the house, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward to report.

"Go to Yongle Pavilion."

Wang's words, he still listened.

The servant bowed his head, followed closely behind him, and headed towards Yongle Pavilion.

Wang sat on the couch with a heavy blanket on her knees, although it was the end of March, she was old, and most of her body was still cold.

"Grandmother."

As soon as he walked in front of her, Duan Wangchen bowed his head and said hello.

"I thought what my old woman said wouldn't work with you." After marrying Song Qingge, the number of times he appeared in front of the Wang family became less and less, not only was she unhappy, but she didn't give him a good look on her face.

"Recently, I have been greeting my grandmother less often, and it is my grandson's fault." Duan Wuchen knew that she had something to say, so he accepted her intentions and didn't want to talk back to her.

"Let me ask you, Yin'er has been back to her parents' house for a few days, why don't you pick her up?" Wang frowned, his cloudy eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"She and Prime Minister Jiang and his wife haven't seen each other for a long time, and they must stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion for a few more days, and her grandson will take the liberty of picking her up like this, maybe it will make them unhappy."

In a hurry, Duan Wangchen could only find such a reason to prevaricate her first.

"Are you confused? How long have you been marrying her before marrying Song Qingge, she must have returned to her mother's house because she was angry, and she was waiting for you to pick her up if she didn't come back for so many days! Wang was more serious, thinking that he really didn't know the reason.

"Hurry up and pack up and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to pick her up." She pursed her lips and commanded him in displeasure.

Duan Wangchen saw that he couldn't hide, so he had to accept it first, "It's late today, and my grandson will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion early tomorrow morning to pick her up." ”

"It's fine."

Wang sighed in his mouth, but his heart was a little soothed, Duan Wuchen didn't refuse.

"Then the grandson stepped back first." Duan Wangchen lowered his body.

"Go ahead."

Wang also relented.

On the second day, when Duan Wangchen's carriage went outside the prime minister's mansion, Jiang Wanyin's family of three was preparing to go to the temple to pray for blessings. Seeing Duan Wangchen, Jiang Hechi's face showed anger, "What kind of wind blew the Hou Ye to the old man's mansion today?" ”

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law."

Duan Wangchen stepped forward to salute Jiang Hechi and his wife, with a slight apology on his face, "Yin'er and you two elders haven't seen each other for a long time, so I should have been with you for a few more days." But she is the eldest lady in the Hou Mansion, if she is away from the mansion for too long, she will never be able to say. ”

It's okay if he doesn't say it, as soon as he hears the words 'eldest lady', Jiang Hechi feels very sarcastic, like a slap in the face, slapping him in the face of the prime minister of this dynasty.

"Look, this is the husband you wanted to marry at the beginning, and the people came to pick you up to let you go back to share the chores of the house with his concubine!"

Jiang Hechi didn't give him face at all, and pointed his finger at him directly in front of Jiang Wanyin.

"Dad, what are you doing here?!"

Jiang Wanyin twisted her brows, stepped forward and took away Jiang Hechi's hand pointing at him, and looked at Duan Wangchen distressedly.

Jiang He said slowly: "Dad, this is to let you see his true face!" At this moment, he was so angry that even his beard was trembling, and he couldn't wait to scold Duan Wuchen several times.

Duan Wangchen lowered his head, his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, his eyes were faintly red, new hatred and old hatred, Jiang He owed them too much for the Duan family!