Jiang Wan didn't go to Jiangfu, and no one dared to invite Jiang Wan.

Jiang Xian was even more in no mood to care if Jiang Wan was not there, the relationship between the two people was always not right, and the people in the mansion gradually recognized the situation, knowing that Jiang Wan was the last reliance in this mansion, and Jiang Xian was no longer their real backer.

Everyone does what they have at hand, as long as they don't offend Jiang Wan.

Finally after burying the old lady, Jiang Wan was originally going to go to Gumo after the New Year, but this year was not too much, and she couldn't stay in Jiangfu for a day.

And originally, Emperor Shunyuan wanted to give her a pair of people and horses, and the scenery sent her over, and the journey only took half a month, but Jiang Wan suddenly didn't want to be so loud, so as not to attract some people who hated her and hated her blatantly.

She changed her plan, she just wanted to take the golden jade good fate to extinguish the wind, and quietly went to explore the road first, but in this way, the distance was far away, so Jiang Wan decided to leave before the year, anyway, there was nothing worth her nostalgia here except for He Huaiqi.

Jiang Wan took a look at Chen's fetus before leaving, and it was quite stable. I was not frightened by what happened to the old lady that day, the house was so chaotic, everyone was busy with the old lady's funeral, no one was worried about the baby in her womb, and even Jiang Xian's mind was not on it now.

After she prescribed some medicine for the Chen family to stabilize the fetus, she went to Jia's courtyard, she hadn't seen Jiang Rushun for a long time, and she missed the well-behaved, sensible and cowardly little sister a little.

The whole mansion, and the mother and daughter of the Jia family can be regarded as warm to her, when she was framed and encountered difficulties, in this mansion, there are still people who are willing to speak for her, miss her, and think of her.

Liangyuan stepped forward and knocked on the door, the door opened by Jia Shi himself, the yard was empty, and no one swept the fallen leaves all over the ground, it looked very desolate, and it was two worlds outside the door.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but ask while looking: "Why is there no one in the courtyard, Auntie, and I have to bother you to open the door yourself." ”

"It's okay, I don't like a lot of people, why did the second lady suddenly come over today, I didn't have any preparations." Jia Shi clenched his sleeves tightly, barely drawing a smile.

"It's okay, it's winter, I asked people to make two sets of winter clothes and send them to my fourth sister."

Jiang Wan caught a glimpse of Jia Shi embarrassingly covering the patch on his sleeve, and his face was embarrassed.

She invited Jiang Wan into the house, and the house was as cold as Chen's house, but Chen's house was cold for a while, and there was still a kind of desolation in Jia's house, and there was no feeling of being inhabited at all. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the treatment that the concubine of the prime minister's house should have.

Jia's is not favored, she doesn't like to compete for favor, after giving birth to Jiang Rushun, the two of them live on each other, Jiang Wan's biological mother took care of her in the past, and later Wang's upper position was more harsh, I can't think of it to be like this, it is worse than the next person, Jiang Wan thinks that Jia's is not favored, but Jiang Rushun is still a young lady after all.

After taking a sip of the warm boiled water that Jia Shisheng gave her, she asked Jiang Rushun, "Why don't you see the fourth sister?" ”

"It's been cold these days, she has been infected with wind chills, and she has been burning for two or three days, so don't go to the sick lady second."

Jiang Wanteng stood up suddenly, and said, "Auntie should have told me earlier." ”

She was startled when she saw Jiang Rushun, the little girl's face was flushed, and her consciousness was a little not very clear, Jiang Wan didn't dare to delay taking out the temperature gun and sweeping it, 39 degrees 7, high fever, this is called wind chill? I don't know how long it has been burning, and if it burns again, my brain will burn out, if she hadn't come to the door today, Jia's would have been pressed until the day of Jiang Rushun's funeral?