Chapter 17: Not Seeing

Jiang Li sat on a small stool, opening the food box and taking things out while tears streamed down her face.

Her tears were really worthless.

Sincerity could be exchanged for a lot.

The food contained many dishes.

Yuan San said that since she had gotten married, she definitely had to bring a portion for the prince, and told her to give it to the prince first.

Yuan San said that the prince was in trouble now, but he was still the prince; moreover, he was still Jiang Li’s husband.

Sincerity for sincerity, if the prince could recover in the future, he wouldn’t forget her.

If the prince couldn’t recover, then the two of them could support each other and live well, and this life would pass.

Yuan San couldn’t understand the complexity of human nature or the cruelty of the struggle, and his advice was a bit “fatherly,” but Jiang Li knew that he sincerely wanted her to be well.

Thinking about what he said to Yuan Zhao, Jiang Li’s eyes were almost blind from crying.

She was born to worry, and she accepted it.

Who told her to be so soft-hearted?

When she first transmigrated, how much affection did she have for her cheap mother?

It was because Yu Shi treated her with all her heart that she took Yu Shi to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Now it was the same, because Yu Shi, Yuan San, and her younger brother were also willing to sacrifice for her, so she sacrificed for them without any complaints.

This was family.

Every dish prepared by Yu Shi was Jiang Li’s favorite, but some were obviously very expensive and came from restaurants.

For example, sliced ​​chicken with white fungus, crab roe shark fin soup, jade belt carp, and her favorite golden silk rolls.

These were the meals they thought the prince would use.

Little did they know that this unlucky prince would be thankful for a sip of chicken soup and had no blessing to enjoy it.

Prince Ping was having diarrhea like that, so he definitely couldn’t eat these things now.

He had no luck with food.

Jiang Li asked Zhi Zi to cook some white porridge for Prince Ping.

After all, she was the “culprit,” so she was a bit guilty.

Others couldn’t think of it because they didn’t know; but she, as a doctor, shouldn’t have been unable to think of it.

Yu Shi prepared too many dishes, and the three of them definitely couldn’t finish them.

Now that it was hot, leftover food wasn’t healthy, so Jiang Li generously divided most of it to Mosheng and Jian Lai.

Douchou muttered: “Sister is so kind, that Jian Lai has never looked at us properly. I would rather feed the food to the dog than give it to him.”

Jiang Li lowered her voice and smiled in her ear: “Aren’t I feeding the dog? I’m counting on him to guard the house!”

With Jian Lai around, Wang Jingrong and the others would know to be afraid.

Only then did Douchou say nothing.

As for Mosheng, he was so excited and at a loss when he saw so many good dishes.

In the past, a meal had dozens of dishes, and taking a bite was considered the honor of that dish.

But now, his eyes lit up when he saw these dishes.

Finally, he could nourish the prince!

However, Jiang Li said that Prince Ping couldn’t eat it because it was too oily and his stomach was too weak.

Mosheng was stunned, and then tentatively said: “Then what if we keep it for the prince to eat tomorrow?”

“It will be spoiled tomorrow, and it will be even more serious if he eats it.”

Mosheng said that the master was drinking porridge, and he was eating delicacies, how could he open his mouth.

Jian Lai said sharply: “The prince’s stomach is not comfortable, so before that, was it because he drank your chicken soup that he…”

Jiang Li: Congratulations, you can infer other things from one instance.

But she wouldn’t admit it.

“If you think so, you can not let the prince eat my things in the future,” Jiang Li sneered, turned around and left.

“Princess Consort, please calm down! Jian Lai didn’t mean that,” Mosheng said anxiously.

Everyone got along

How pleasant, but we can’t fall apart.

He went to pull Jian Lai, but Jian Lai was unmoved, and Mosheng was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck was thick.

Alas, this is really fatal.

Listening to the movement outside, Prince Ping thought to himself that his princess consort had been exposed by Jian Lai and was ashamed and angry.

However, she really couldn’t be blamed for this matter.

He could only blame his own sick body for not being able to enjoy it.

The princess consort had a temper, which was very good; even if he left in the future, she shouldn’t have a bad life.

He had seen too many delicate, gentle, and quiet women in the past, and didn’t think much of it; but under these harsh living conditions, he still needed a pungent and temperamental one.

She was very good.

“Mosheng, bring me the princess consort’s Geng帖 to take a look.” After lunch, Prince Ping suddenly said.

Although the marriage didn’t follow the secular process, there was still a Geng帖.

Mosheng was stunned for a moment before hurriedly saying, “Yes, okay, I’ll go find it.”

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets, looking for the Geng帖 that he didn’t know where he had put it.

This marriage was not serious, and people couldn’t take care of themselves, so who would bother to keep that?

But fortunately, he finally found it and presented it to Prince Ping with both hands.

Prince Ping reached out to take it, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it word by word.

So, her name was Jiang Li, and she was the daughter of the third branch of the Duke’s Mansion.

He had no impression of the third branch, which showed that her father was useless.

–Under the resources of the Duke’s Mansion, those who couldn’t make a name for themselves were useless things.

Thinking about it, if he was useful, he wouldn’t have chosen his daughter.

Li, this name was a bit special for a girl.

“Your Highness, do you need to investigate her?” Jian Lai didn’t know when he came in, and stood at the door with his sword in his arms.

“No need.” Prince Ping shook his head slightly, “It’s not worth wasting manpower, take it down.”

He handed the Geng帖 back to Mosheng.

“Then Your Highness, do you want to meet the Princess Consort?” Mosheng held the Geng帖 and asked cautiously.

Since the prince was paralyzed, he had never seen outsiders again.

But the princess consort was not an outsider, shouldn’t he meet her?

He couldn’t be husband and wife and still not meet each other across this door, right?

If this step wasn’t taken, how could they be a real couple in the future?

“No see.” Prince Ping said expressionlessly, his eyes still had no focus.

Like a walking corpse, Jiang Li probably didn’t want to see him either, so he wouldn’t see her.

“If I’m gone in the future, she doesn’t need to come to see me either,” Prince Ping added, “Just let her kowtow to the coffin.”

If they didn’t meet, there was no need to miss each other in the future.

If she could find a man she liked in this small place in the future, that would be the best.

It could also reduce Prince Ping’s guilt towards her.

Hearing these words of death, Mosheng was about to cry again, but Jian Lai glared at him, so he could only go out, stand in the yard, and cry against the wall.

“Brother Mosheng, what’s wrong?” Zhi Zi stood at the kitchen door, asking helplessly.

Jiang Li also came out.

What, is your prince dying?

Was he killed by my bowl of chicken soup?

Don’t!

She had such a good family, and she hadn’t lived enough, she didn’t want to be buried alive!

It wouldn’t work to continue like this, Mosheng didn’t seem reliable, and she must not let him take care of her life-saving tree to death.

So Jiang Li stomped her foot and made a decision.

“Is the prince not well? I’ll go take a look,” she said.

Didn’t the pomegranate peel boiled in water stop Prince Ping from flying down three thousand feet?

This should be enough to prove her strength, at least stronger than everyone else.