The room was dead silent.

Jiang Wu didn’t even dare to think about it. She thought about Chu Ling’s hand that had just crushed the jade pendant as if her head would be the jade pendant in the next moment.

She didn’t know how long it took before she saw Chu Ling stand up.

“Since you haven’t been punished for what happened last time, then I’ll just ground you for a month.”

The man’s low, angry voice made people feel as if he was not talking about house arrest, but murder, so much so that Jiang Wu was even relieved by his punishment.

Noticing the man walking away, she raised her head carefully and glanced over there secretly.

Chu Ling was about to step out of the front hall. The jade pendant that he had crushed was still tightly held in his hand. It must have cut his palm, and blood was dripping onto the path he was walking on.

Coupled with the anger that could be seen from the back, it was truly chilling, and all the servants in the room were terrified and silent.

Seeing the man disappear, Jiang Wu suddenly collapsed.

The others were probably not much better either. After a while, someone came to help her: “Madam.”

Jiang Wu waved her hand and didn’t let her get close.

She now thought of a serious problem.

She only hoped that Chu Yan would come back quickly to be with Chu Ling and be happy, but she forgot to think about whether Chu Yan was willing to be with Chu Ling.

It was over, it was over. What if she gets entangled with her Xiao Guzi’s ^[1]sister of husband husband? Jiang Wu felt a chill on her neck. According to Chu Ling’s character of killing people at every turn, how many people will have to be buried in the middle?

What should she do?

Jiang Wu finally got up slowly on her own, pressing her aching heart.

How could this be an enemy? It was clearly an ancestor, worshipped and coaxed, and now even her feelings had to be worried about.

There was probably no wife in this world who was more miserable than herself.

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Jiang Wu couldn’t sit still after being under house arrest for two days.

She was originally quite happy to have escaped from Chu Ling’s anger, but after being locked up in the mansion for the past two days, she gradually became irritable.

What did he mean that she was not punished yet? Weren’t all the trees replanted?

“Madam,” the servants beside her saw that she had put down her bowl and chopsticks, and hurriedly advised, “You eat too little. How can your body bear it?”

How could Jiang Wu eat that?

“Just leave. I don’t want to eat anymore.”

She got up and went outside, just in time to see a swallow flying by.

Jiang Wu realized that this house arrest was more uncomfortable than any other punishment. Her heart seemed to be locked in a dark box, making it hard for her to breathe, and then the feeling gradually turned into anger.

On this cursed day, things indeed could only get worse; there was no worse.

“Madam!” Zhizhi’s voice sounded from afar. This aggressive look made the maid next to her frown in dissatisfaction, but when she saw that Madam seemed to have finally relieved some of her depression, she lowered her head silently.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Wu was indeed a little happier.

In this cold yard, Zhizhi was the only one who could make her feel alive.

The first time she saw Zhizhi was outside Chu Ling’s bathroom. The girl was dressed in thin clothes, and her eyes were filled with undisguised ambition. She was about to go in with spices in her hands. It was obvious what she was planning, and then she bumped into Jiang Wu.

The little girl felt a little guilty and fell to her knees in fear.

Jiang Wu found it quite interesting.

She didn’t mind at all if anyone wanted to climb into Chu Ling’s bed. She was quite excited and looked forward to Chu Ling really taking her in. So not only did she not stop them, she also helped them.

As a result, Zhizhi was almost executed by Chu Ling, and Jiang Wu sacrificed half of her own life to save her.

From then on, the little girl was loyal to her and no longer had any improper thoughts about Chu Ling.

This was not surprising. Who could have any idea about this bastard after getting to know him?

Later, Zhizhi was almost executed because she took cinnabar.

All in all, she was probably the only one who had managed to escape death twice from Chu Ling’s hands. Because Jiang Wu really risked her life to protect her. She had the knife on her neck at the time, and seeing that Chu Ling didn’t believe her, she was even willing to bleed.

Jiang Wu’s legs go weak whenever she thought of Chu Ling’s expression at that time. The man who was always reluctant to show his facial expressions, for the first time, had eyes so red that it looked like he wanted to eat her.

Thinking back on it later, she would admire her own courage at that time, because at least Chu Ling compromised in the end.

Jiang Wu actually didn’t think too much about it. To her, Zhizhi was the only living person in this mansion.

The people around her were basically Chu Ling’s people, and because they changed so frequently, she couldn’t even remember a single name.

Their role here, apart from serving her like wooden men, was to monitor her.

Only Zhizhi, in this mansion, only Zhizhi belongs to her.

Zhizhi held a letter in her hand and said with a smile, “Qingyang Gōngzhǔ sent you a letter.”

The gloom on Jiang Wu’s face disappeared at that moment, but she still restrained her smile and said calmly, “I know. Give it to me.”

She took the letter, went into the house, sent the servants away, and opened the letter by herself.

Sure enough, the letter was sent by Qingyang Gōngzhǔ, but it was written by Mo Yangzhou.

The man did not say anything sentimental but just explained that it was the birthday of the grandmother of the eldest lady of the Gao family that day, so he was invited to sing. He did not have any private contact with the eldest lady.

Seeing this, Jiang Wu couldn’t help but put a smile on her face.

She didn’t know whether it was because Yangzhou had no contact with her or because of the man’s eager explanation.

Indeed, if you want to find a husband, you have to find someone like this.

She read on and saw the man nagging at her, telling her to eat on time and not to take medicine if she couldn’t sleep.

Jiang Wu sat in front of the window, reading every word.

The warm spring sun shone on her body, making her feel the warmth, a rare occasion in this home.

The last sentence in the letter was a rare request from Mo Yangzhou.

“If possible, can we meet in the near future?”

Jiang Wu stared blankly at the last sentence. The ink on this sentence was obviously heavier than before as if the man had thought it over and struggled before writing it again.

She had always been the one who called this person to come and dismiss him at will. Mo Yangzhou was very sensible and would not take the initiative to ask for anything to embarrass her.

To her, men were more like a pastime, and he obviously knew his position. Apart from making Jiang Wu happy, he would not take the initiative to break this barrier.

Now it was like he missed her so much that he couldn’t help himself.

Maybe… Jiang Wu thought it was she who couldn’t help herself.

She lowered her head and brought the paper to her nose. In addition to the scent of ink, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of osmanthus, which belonged to Mo Yangzhou.

Jiang Wu’s heart became more and more anxious. She couldn’t wait to escape from here and have a new home and a new beginning.

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When she came out of the room, the food was still on the table.

Seeing her, the servant persuaded her again with some fear: “Madam, you should eat something.”

Only Chu Ling could make these little cabbages look so terrified. Jiang Wu guessed that Chu Ling would blame them if she didn’t eat enough.

Those in power always have strange reasons to punish others for their own mistakes.

Jiang Wu sat back at the table and picked up her chopsticks, but this time she thought about Yangzhou’s worry about her and that he was still waiting for her.

She had to take the initiative to do something.