A scumbag husband dotes on his concubine excessively?After the divorce, I became the most beautiful

Jiang Wanhe laughed at himself.

This was the empty bottle she touched on the ground that day, and she had already taken the aphrodisiac inside.

"It's just an empty bottle, nothing special."

It should take some time to use this empty bottle to find the person who framed him.

"Miss, who wants to kill us?" Yin Xin's eyes widened, and she was still scared when she recalled being stabbed.

Jiang Wanhe joked, "I'm also curious. Could it be that some young master wanted to kill me because he couldn't ask for it from me?"

Even if they wanted to kill her, all her guards would be killed. She was already a thing in their cage. Why would they put aphrodisiac on her and put on such a show?
"Miss, are you kidding me?" Yin Xin leaned against the lady's knees and gently squeezed her left leg.

It's been three days since that night, and my arms and legs are still sore and soft as if they've been hit by the wheel of a car several times.
The silver heart feels much more comfortable when squeezed upward.

"Yin Xin, the guards who followed me up the mountain were ill-fated and were killed in vain. You go and pack five taels of silver. Tomorrow you go find Bai Chi and deliver them to his family one by one."

"Yes, miss." Yin Xin sniffed.

At this time, some footsteps in the courtyard were getting closer and closer. Jiang Wanhe wiped his tears and looked up.

It's Fu and Gong He'an.

She put away the porcelain bottle and wanted to stand up to greet her, but Gong Hean quickly took a few steps and held her down.

Almost instinctively, Jiang Wanhe didn't want to touch him. He removed Gong Hean's hand and could only sit and call, "Mother."

Mrs. Fu felt indescribably sad when she saw that Jiang Wanhe had no flesh on her body, her lips were pale, and she was so thin that she was out of shape. After all, she was her daughter-in-law.

"He An, why don't you take out the cup of soup you personally cooked for Wanwan?"

Originally, Gong Hean was very dissatisfied with Jiang Wanhe's little actions towards him. Why was he also her husband?

Do you really not want to touch him?
When he heard his mother's words, his eyebrows relaxed slightly, and he called Nanxing to bring in the Tonggu soup that he had cooked by himself.

Nan Xing put the soup on the tea table. Yin Xin found a spoon and put it on the table. He opened the lid of the cup and the aroma of meat instantly wafted out.

Jiang Wanhe didn't do anything, just stared at the white boiling soup, with a few wolfberry and chives floating on it.

At first glance, it seems that the owner who cooked the soup carefully made it.

But who did it is unknown.
Seeing that she didn't move, Gong Hean hurriedly explained, "Shen Weiyue didn't do it, I cooked it for you myself."

Gong Hean stared at Jiang Wanhe, her pale face was without a trace of blood, her curly eyelashes were fanned, and there was a shadow under her eyelids, which was weak and broken.

At this moment, he really hoped that she would praise him and then drink the soup he made for her.

If it were her previous life, she might have served as a concubine to Gong He'an for this cup of soup, and he would have coveted her dowry treasury.

But now, I'm sorry, she won't make flowers for Gonghe at all.

"I won't drink the soup anymore. Can you tell me why your husband and mother are here?"

Jiang Wanhe's voice was cold, "If everything is okay, I would like to rest, Yin Xin?"

Mrs. Fu and her son looked at each other, why did Jiang Wanhe miss them so much?

Mrs. Fu asked Gong Hean to go out and wait first, then returned to his seat and said to Jiang Wanhe.

"Wanwan, mother came here because of those rumors. I told them all. If they dare to discuss pulling out their tongues in private again, you can rest in peace in Ruixing Pavilion and don't have to go anywhere."

Jiang Wanhe sneered, "Who are those 'them'?"

Mrs. Fu was speechless, "No matter who it is, we can't mention it again! This matter is all rotten in our stomachs!"

"I don't understand what mother means. What do you mean it's rotten in the stomach?"

Should she swallow the shame down her throat, or should she stop investigating the person who wanted to kill her?
"Is it me and the fool who are in the same place, causing people to criticize behind their backs, or am I, Jiang Wanhe, making enemies outside and causing death?"

Mrs. Fu said with a stern face, "You know who you have offended, otherwise who would go against our palace?"

"ho ho"

"Mom, do you think that by locking me up in Ruixing Pavilion, you can avoid trouble? Or do you think that these rumors will never spread?"

"If you put me in the palace, you won't be afraid of your enemies chasing you to the palace?" Mrs. Fu stared, stood up and said, "Jiang Wanhe! The more you say, the more outrageous you are!"

"If you want to stop the trouble, you have to catch all the rats hiding in the dark and causing trouble. Keeping the trouble quiet will only increase the hostility of the other party!"

"You are He An's wife. If you are really in danger, we will never sit idly by and watch!"

Jiang Wanhe's voice was full of fatigue, but still determined, "Although I am the daughter-in-law of the palace and the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, I will never forgive anyone who dares to harm my natal family."

"Wanwan." Mrs. Fu looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, mother. My daughter-in-law has her own ideas."

Mrs. Fu wanted to say something else, but Jiang Wanhe immediately chased her away.

"Yin Xin, I'm sleepy. Send mother out."

Yin Xin moved over, Mrs. Fu walked out with a dark face, and Gong Hean walked in from outside.

"A wolf-hearted thing!"

"Thank you for making soup for you!"

When did their palace feel sorry for her?

He gave her identity and reputation, gave her brother qualifications and a future, and also protected her Jiang family.

Is this how she repays you?

Anyway, my cousin has settled the food issue with him when he returns to Xiangnan County, so there is no need to give Jiang Wanhe a good face now!
Gong Hean came in with his Tonggu soup, scolded Jiang Wanhe for not knowing current affairs, and then left.

All that was left on the table was the soup foam that had been spilled while carrying the cup, and a solitary jade spoon.

ridiculous.

Not to help her hold the knife, not to avenge her, but to ask her to forget the bullying and humiliation she suffered and to be her Gong's wife with peace of mind?

Xiao Xiang!

Jiang Wanhe's foot injury didn't hurt in the first few days because she applied anesthetic powder. After the bone fracture closed, the anesthetic was no longer used for treatment. At night, the soreness from the ankle upward made her unable to sleep well at night. .

Night, silent
Cold air blew into the inner room from the bottom of the curtain, and Jiang Wanhe woke up from his nightmare, dripping with sweat and panting lightly.

Jiang Wanhe sat up on the bed and called Yin Xin outside, "Yin Xin, bring some water."

No one outside agreed. She never slept well these nights, and Yin Xin never slept deeply.

Jiang Wanhe reached for his support hand, reached for his shoes with his right foot, lit a fire fold and walked out.

Under the light, Yin Xin slept deeply, but he simply didn't hear her call.

She lit the candle on the table, slowly poured a glass of water, whether it was hot or cold, and poured two glasses down her throat to quench her thirst first.

When she bent down to blow out the candle on the table, she noticed a dark shadow beside the bookshelf from the corner of her eye.

She didn't dare to look up, and her eyes swept across a piece of clothing. It was not a still life, the hem of the clothing was moving!
She exclaimed, completely forgetting that her left foot was seriously injured, and walked to the door on her lame leg.

But how could the other party let her escape? He came up and covered her lips, picked her up and carried her into the inner room.

After being placed on the bed, she retreated to the corner and huddled up holding a pillow.

The other party was dressed in black, with sword-shaped eyebrows like stars, and a veil on his face. His face could not be seen, but his dark pupils made people shudder.

There was no sword on the opponent's waist, so he obviously wasn't here to kill her!

"you, who are you"

"If you want money, the jewelry outside will last you several years. If you want sex, go to the Linglong Residence, a hundred meters to the west. The woman inside is even more beautiful, and there is no foot injury to spoil your enjoyment. You can go."

Gong Jingchen raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew who lived in Linglong.

He took a few steps forward and sat on the bed, completely cutting off Jiang Wanhe's escape route.

(End of this chapter)