Chapter 505 The cannon fodder vase in the Machiavellian novel (18)

Author: Stir-fried pork belly

Chapter 505 The cannon fodder vase in the Machiavellian novel (18)

Without waiting for Jiang to speak, Xiao He choked out.

"It's only been a few bites and you can't eat anymore. Didn't you say that these are all good things? What's wrong? I've given you this good thing, but you still dislike it?"

Aunt Zhao stretched her neck and tried hard to swallow the sticky and rotten pig skin in her mouth, her face turned red and she continued to quibble.

"How can I eat these good things when I am old? Princess, what do you mean by this? I have watched you grow up since I was a child, and now I have followed you here. Are you doing this to please me?

His life!"

Seeing her nose and tears running down her face, Jiang Lai knocked on the plate in front of him and laughed hard.

"Aunt Zhao, if I hadn't thought of you for raising me since I was a child, do you think you would still have the life to sit here and eat your own food?"

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she was shocked, her legs went limp like noodles, and she knelt down with a plop.

"Princess, what mistake did this old slave make in beheading?"

A dead duck has a tough mouth.

Jiang Lai slowly slapped a deed of betrayal on the table.

"Is this your son's?"

Aunt Zhao doesn't know much about literacy, but she still recognizes the deed of betrayal and her son's name.

She raised her head suddenly, panic visible to the naked eye.

"Prince Concubine...Prince Concubine, you come to me for everything and it has nothing to do with my son!"

"I understand. I am not an unreasonable master. It's just that your son is still working as a clerk in my house. You dare to betray the master. It was you who pushed your son into the fire pit. What does it have to do with me?

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When Aunt Zhao heard this, her eyes rolled around crazily and then she finally let go.

Jiang Lai must have known everything when he said this, and no matter how hard he spoke, it would only make the situation worse.

"My crime deserves to be punished by death. It is not a pity for me to die! Princess, please spare my son a lot. Even if you chop off my head, I will never cry out for injustice."

Xiao He stared.

"Why are you complaining? Whose slave are you? The Jiang family has raised you, your man, and your sons, daughters-in-law, and grandsons. The three generations have been fed, housed, and fed by our lady. How dare you, an old man, turn your elbows outward! You

Damn it!"

In Xiao He's eyes, there is no more serious sin in the world than betraying the master.

Aunt Zhao didn't dare to raise her head after being scolded, because she had indeed accepted other people's money and prepared some fatty meats and sweets for Jiang Lai as instructed.

"Princess, please spare me. I can do anything you ask me to do. Please spare my life!"

Seeing that Aunt Zhao was about to cry, Jiang Lai put his index finger to his mouth.

"Shh, it's late at night, don't disturb others to rest."

As he spoke, Jiang Lai yawned.

"Continue to prepare food for me as she said."

"Old slave, I don't dare anymore. Old slave really..."

"Shut up and do whatever I ask you to do. The lives of your children and grandchildren are in my hands. Be obedient and I can leave them a way to live."

Now Aunt Zhao didn't dare to say anything at all.

"In addition to preparing meals for me, don't you also prepare meals for others? Do as I say and add the things you add to my meals every day to that person's meals. Do you hear me?"

Aunt Zhao was doing everything right now, nodding her head repeatedly for fear that Jiang Lai would regret it, so she would drag her out and beat her to death in a rage.

I reacted belatedly and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

It turned out that the princess knew that he was adding extra medicine to her meals every day.

I thought I could hide it just now, but unexpectedly, she actually knew everything...

Now Aunt Zhao was completely honest. All her little thoughts before had been suppressed, and she only dared to do what Jiang said.

Early the next morning, Zhao Ziyan got up and jogged in the yard. Because the yard was surrounded by evergreen trees, walking among them was as relaxing and comfortable as walking in the forest.

After running back, the maid had prepared hot water. Zhao Ziyan had become more and more accustomed to using this kind of wooden tub bath. Taking a soak here every morning to remove moisture can make her body healthier.

Half an hour after taking a bath, I started having breakfast.

Her breakfast has always been well-coordinated. According to her requirements, protein is added to vegetables, and whole grains are supplemented as staple food.

Same thing today, boiled beef and japonica rice porridge.

In this ancient time when beef was rarely eaten, Zhao Ziyan still had to eat some every day because it was high-quality protein, which allowed her to supplement enough nutrients even when she was full, and finally maintained a well-proportioned figure.

"Miss, this fruit...is a little stale."

Looking at the grapes brought by the slave, Zhao Ziyan frowned.

"Why is there only this kind of thing?"

The grapes scattered on a plate were all black at the ends, dull in color and wrinkled on the skin. They looked like defective products torn from the grape bunches. They were all given to her on the plate.

Seeing the obvious displeasure on Zhao Ziyan's face, the maid quickly explained.

"I heard the cook said that's all we have."

"Aren't these purchased every day? Why are these the only ones left? What about the fresh ones?"

Zhao Ziyan was dissatisfied.

The fruits purchased every day in the mansion are all fresh, picked and delivered, and the rest are distributed to the messy women in the backyard.

Looking like this, it’s as if someone else had picked them out and left them for her!

The servant girl didn't dare to speak. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that. She was the one who was left alone.

Zhao Ziyan pushed the plate away.

"Take it down and throw it away."

What a waste to throw it away, it's just a little stale, it's not that it's inedible.

The maid murmured in her heart, but still carried it out as she said, but that was a different story.

After not eating fresh fruit for a day, Zhao Ziyan became increasingly dissatisfied.

It wasn't that she needed these things much, she just wanted to know whose stomach the things that should have belonged to her were now in.

But she has no say in matters in the courtyard. To outsiders, she is just a female doctor, so she can only talk to Chu Yunxuan about these matters.

Just for a piece of fruit, Chu Yunxuan frowned after hearing this.

"It's just a plate of grapes. If you want to eat them, buy them."

"Just a plate of grapes? Where did the fresh ones go? Doesn't that explain the problem enough?"

Chu Yunxuan was worrying about matters in the court. Hearing the other party keep questioning him and refusing to give in, he felt irritable in his heart.

"Then what do you think? Whose problem do you think it is? Is it possible that I still have to take care of the grapes in the backyard?"

It's just a portion of grapes. Is it worth such a fuss?

Zhao Ziyan looked at him with wide eyes. Her eyes were already too dark and she looked a little colder.

"Chu Yunxuan, you don't care about me anymore."

"Just because you didn't get fresh grapes this morning?"

Chu Yunxuan just felt it was unreasonable.

He has so many important national affairs to deal with, but now he is discussing a plate of grapes.

Now that he is no longer a fragile and sensitive abandoned prince in the cold palace, he has no time to think about a woman's thoughts.
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