Chapter 23: Sowing Discord

“My poor Rong’er, you’ve been wronged.” Chang Shi quickly consoled her, “You mustn’t think of ending your life. You must live, only by living is there hope!”

Only by living could she make money.

“Every time I think of my uncle and aunt, of the Jiang family, of Shen Wenyuan, I tell myself that I must live well.” Jiang Rong said sincerely.

None of you have gone to hell.

How dare I die?

“My Rong’er, when that dissolute Xie Lingxi gets tired of you, you still have a chance to divorce. Don’t worry, your aunt will take you home then!” Chang Shi pretended to shed tears with her.

Just then, the old lady walked in with a box.

“Rong’er, these are the account books and silver deeds. Take them all back. You don’t have to worry about the rest, your aunt will take care of the business for you.” Chang Shi said.

Jiang Rong casually handed them to Ying Xia next to her, “I’ll have to trouble aunt again in the future.”

“Oh, by the way, I heard Ying Chun is gone?” Chang Shi asked. She had received the news that Ying Chun was dead.

Jiang Rong sighed, “Aunt, on my wedding night, I couldn’t bear it and poisoned Xie Lingxi, wanting to die with him. He saw through it, and Ying Chun took the blame for me. She died for me…”

“So that’s how it is. You mustn’t act so rashly in the future. Trust aunt, you will be able to come back sooner or later!” Chang Shi quickly tried to reconcile.

“Now I understand. Instead of me dying, it’s better to bankrupt the Xie family and get revenge on Xie Lingxi. Naturally, I won’t do that again.” Jiang Rong nodded lightly.

The two talked for a while longer.

Jiang Rong suddenly asked, “Aunt, why don’t I see Second Brother?”

Chang Shi had two sons.

The eldest son was adopted into the main branch, and the second son, Jiang Wenmian, was seventeen and a dissolute idler who ate, drank, gambled, and visited prostitutes.

“This useless thing owes gambling debts again last night. The debt collectors came to the door, which made your uncle so angry that he tied him up and beat him. He still can’t get out of bed today.” Chang Shi got angry when she mentioned Jiang Wenmian.

“Why did uncle hit him so hard? I’ll go see Second Brother.” Jiang Rong looked concerned, “You shouldn’t be angry either. Second Brother is still young and will be sensible in the future.”

Chang Shi didn’t want Jiang Rong to go to the front hall to disturb Jiang Wan and was happy to delay her for a while longer, so she ordered:

“Old Lady Zhang, lead the Heir’s Consort to Songyuan.”

…

Songyuan.

Jiang Wenmian was lying on the bed, cursing at his father. In his room, there were several beautiful maids, one peeling grapes for him, one feeding him fine wine, and dancers dancing gracefully, singing decadent songs.

“Second Young Master, Second Young Lady is here!” A servant reported.

Jiang Wenmian frowned impatiently, “What is she doing here? This young master is ill, I won’t see her.”

But Jiang Rong had already barged in. Seeing the smoky and chaotic atmosphere in the room, she frowned and her face turned cold, “Everyone get out!”

Everyone in the room fell silent.

“Jiang Rong, what are you going crazy about? How dare you order the people in my room…”

“This Heir’s Consort has spoken, who dares not leave?” Jiang Rong said coldly.

Those maids and dancers were also afraid of her current status and retreated one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Wenmian and Jiang Rong were left in the room.

“Jiang Rong, what are you doing?” Jiang Wenmian’s face was gloomy. If he could get out of bed, he would have slapped Jiang Rong.

“I heard that Second Brother was beaten by uncle. Big Brother spent so much money last year to seek office, and uncle didn’t seem unhappy. They are both sons, the title and family property belong to Big Brother, Second Brother has nothing, and even owing a little debt gets him beaten.” Jiang Rong said slowly, clearly sowing discord:

“Younger Sister just feels it’s unfair.”