Because her children were back home, Jiang Wu stayed at home for a long time and did not go to Qingyang. Qingyang sent her several invitations, but she rejected them all.

It was nothing else.

When it came to Jiang Wu keeping a man outside, facing Chu Ling, she felt most panicked about being discovered, but she had no sense of guilt.

But when facing children, it was a completely different mentality.

She still didn’t want to leave too absurd an impression on the children. Besides, Nian Yin was already grown up. If she accidentally got a bad reputation, even with the support of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, it would still have a bad impact on her husband’s family.

After thinking about this, she never contacted Yang Zhou again.

She only knew that he and Mingzhu had already moved into the house she had prepared, and Jiang Wu put away the thank-you letter that Qingyang had given her after reading it.

At the end of the letter, the man asked for the first time what their relationship would be after he moved in.

According to Jiang Wu’s original idea, once he moved in, he would be considered as her own person, and that was what she told Qingyang at the beginning.

But now, perhaps the children had made her sober up a little, she just pretended not to see these words and continued to avoid them.

The last invitation was delivered by Qingyang himself.

Looking at the flustered Jiang Wu, she laughed exaggeratedly: “Oh, I said, you haven’t panicked for five years, why can’t you sit still now?”

Jiang Wu was indeed panicking for the first time. She looked left and right, fearing that someone might hear her and pass it on to the children. “Don’t talk nonsense,” she defended herself. After all, she and Yang Zhou were innocent. “I was just… relaxing.”

Could something that relaxed you be called stealing?

Such reactions were rare.

Although the two of them were indeed innocent, she had always acquiesced to Qingyang’s teasing, and this was the first time she had refuted like this.

This made Qingyang’s smile fade away. She spun the folding fan in her hand into her pocket, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and suddenly asked, “You always said you wanted to divorce. Now that the children are back and your lover is gone, are you ……. planning to live a good life with Chu Ling?”

“Ah?” Jiang Wu was stunned.

Qingyang didn’t wait for her to react and continued, “If you don’t want Yang Zhou anymore, why not give him to me.”

Huh? Jiang Wu was even more stunned, her mind was stunned, and she answered without hesitation: “No!”

Very firm.

“With the speed at which you take on lovers, you’d better not ruin him. And I haven’t given up on him either. It’s just a matter of a few days, isn’t it? Once I’m divorced, we can be together openly and honorably. Why create a scandal at this moment?”

Qingyang raised her eyebrows. So that was what she meant.

“Also,” Jiang Wu looked at her, “What Yang Zhou? Just call him Master Mo.”

Qingyang sighed: “You really don’t give me any advantage at all.”

The atmosphere between the two was not affected by this topic at all.

To be honest, Jiang Wu had no way of knowing whether Qingyang was serious or joking. But it didn’t matter. Relationships were based on mutual consent. Qingyang was not the kind of person who would do something behind someone’s back. If it was a fair competition, and Yang Zhou really followed her, then Jiang Wu would have nothing to say.

“But…” Qingyang said again, “This invitation is real. You should come. It’s a spring banquet held in my house. Please lend me a favor and show me your respect.”

Although she had the title of Gōngzhǔ, that title was not as useful as Jiang Wu’s title as Prime Minister’s wife.

Jiang Wu understood and waved her hand habitually: “Okay, use it. Anyway, I won’t have much time left to use it.”

Qingyang was speechless, and finally pressed her temple with a headache: “Anyway, remember to come.”