After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 647 Invitation

Seeing Mrs. Tang, Mrs. Jiang burst into tears.

She made a formal greeting to Mrs. Tang, but before she could bow, Mrs. Tang helped her up.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Mrs. Tang said with a playful reproach.

Taking Xingxing’s place, Mrs. Tang helped Mrs. Jiang walk forward.

Xingxing walked to stand behind Su Jin.

Su Jin watched Mrs. Tang walking away.

She felt that Xingxing’s description was not accurate.

This is not just trust anymore.

It’s respect.

From a distance, they seem as close as mother and daughter.

Xingxing whispered, "Not only as close as mother and daughter, but I heard from Uncle Lin that Mrs. Jiang’s only daughter died saving Madam."

"Madam treats Mrs. Jiang as if she were her own mother, and even the Marquis has great respect for Mrs. Jiang."

No wonder...

The Dongxiang Marquis Mansion is full of people who value loyalty and righteousness.

Mrs. Jiang’s only daughter died saving her mother.

The Dongxiang Marquis Mansion must treat Mrs. Jiang with deep respect.

After entering the house, Su Chong also came to greet Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang said happily, "I missed the young lady’s wedding banquet, but fortunately, I didn’t miss the eldest young master’s wedding feast."

At the training field.

Young Master Su and the others were practicing walking on the Meihua Pole.

The wooden stakes were not even half the size of a shoe sole, and stepping on them made one’s body sway precariously.

Young Master Su walked very cautiously.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince were even more cautious.

They started in the morning, practicing horse stance and then having breakfast before training on the Meihua Pole.

In just half an hour, they couldn’t remember how many times they’d fallen.

The fine sand mixed with coarse gravel really hurt when they hit it.

They wouldn’t fall too badly, but their chest and back were painfully pierced.

Young Master Su looked at the hourglass to see how much longer they had to go.

As he got distracted, his foot slipped, and he fell from the Meihua Pole.

Falling on the sand sent sand flying everywhere.

He got up, and there was only a little sand left in the hourglass.

Young Master Su relaxed, lying on the sand.

But not long after lying down, he quickly got up.

The sun was hot, making the sand scorchingly hot.

The Ninth Prince came over to help him up, and the three of them stepped out of the training field.

A servant came over and said, "Young Master, Mrs. Jiang has arrived."

Young Master Su, full of joy, looked at Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince and said, "I’ll take you to see Mrs. Jiang. She is the one who cares for me most on Qingyun Mountain."

"How much does she care for you?" the Ninth Prince asked curiously.

"Would she plead for you when your second uncle hits you?" Young Master Shen asked.

Young Master Su shook his head.

The Ninth Prince, "...."

Young Master Shen, "...."

If she doesn’t plead when you’re getting hit, how is that caring?

"If my dad wants to hit me, no one can plead," Young Master Su said.

"But Mrs. Jiang will comfort me. When I’m in a bad mood, her comfort makes me feel a lot better."

"...."

He couldn’t wait to see Mrs. Jiang.

Young Master Su hurriedly ran ahead.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince could only run after him.

Having just gotten down from the Meihua Pole, they were genuinely tired.

Though they were around the same age, in terms of stamina, they were no match for Young Master Su, someone who gets into fights daily.

Inside the house, Su Jin was helping Mrs. Jiang with her pulse. Mrs. Jiang had just coughed a few times, and Mrs. Tang, worried she was uncomfortable, asked Su Jin to check her pulse.

After checking the pulse, Su Jin said, "I will prepare some medicine pills and ointment for treating old cold legs."

As she spoke, Marquis Dongxiang walked in and said, "The old cold legs don’t need treatment for now."

Su Jin was a bit puzzled.

Not only her, but everyone else was puzzled too.

If she has old cold legs, why not treat them as well?

Wasn’t Mrs. Jiang brought into the mansion to treat her old cold legs?

Marquis Dongxiang sat down and said, "The Emperor plans to offer sacrifices to pray for rain, and Mrs. Jiang’s leg pain can tell me when it will rain."

Su Jin, "...."

Xie Jingchen, "...."

Mrs. Jiang chuckled, patting her knee and said, "So my old cold legs can be of help to the Marquis?"

Marquis Dongxiang laughed, "If not for this reason, you’d never agree to come to the Capital."

Mrs. Tang smiled and said, "The Capital is hot, not as cool as Qingyun Mountain. I’d rather Mrs. Jiang stay on Qingyun Mountain and avoid the heat before coming."

Mrs. Jiang knew that Marquis Dongxiang just found an excuse to bring her to the Capital.

She’s not the only one who feels leg pain when the wind or rain comes. In such a vast Capital city, wouldn’t there be others like her?

Bringing her from Qingyun Mountain wasn’t worth the back-and-forth of half a month, in case something went wrong.

Mrs. Jiang patted her knee and said, "On the way to the Capital, the drought was indeed quite severe. I just hope my leg starts to hurt soon."

The room was filled with laughter and joy.

After the homecoming meal, Su Jin planned to leave, wanting to take the opportunity to stroll around the street.

Just as she was about to say she was leaving, a maid came in and said, "Madam, Consort Li sent someone to deliver a message that there will be a banquet in the palace the day after tomorrow, and you’re invited to attend."

Mrs. Tang looked at the maid and said, "Tell the messenger that I’m not feeling well and can’t enter the palace. I’ll visit Consort Li another day to pay respects."

The maid withdrew.

Su Jin raised an eyebrow.

Her mother’s complexion was rosy, not at all like someone unwell, not to mention the banquet was still two days away. Her mother truly had a strong aversion to entering the palace.

She remembered Xingxing saying that her mother was worried about her entering the palace but reluctant to accompany her.

Her mother was not a timid person, so why didn’t she want to set foot in the palace?

And it wasn’t just the palace; she rarely left the mansion either.

If she were afraid of meeting people, the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion had hosted a housewarming banquet, and she had met with the Duchess several times.

This, Su Jin did not understand.

As Su Jin and Xie Jingchen were leaving, Mrs. Tang saw them off, with Mrs. Jiang accompanying them.

The issue with the old cold legs only flared up in windy or rainy weather; otherwise, she moved freely.

Watching the carriage go off into the distance, Mrs. Jiang looked at Mrs. Tang and said, "The Wenyuan Bo Mansion has come to the Capital."

Mrs. Tang frowned.

"Even though it’s been more than ten years, I can’t remember what Uncle Wenyuan looks like, but I recognized Madam Wenyuan at a glance," Mrs. Jiang said with an undertone of hatred in her voice.

She hadn’t expected the first person she saw upon arriving in the Capital was the one she hated the most.

If it hadn’t been for Madam Wenyuan back then, her daughter wouldn’t have died.

After all these years, she thought she had let go of her hatred.

But upon seeing those two ingrates again, the deep-seated hatred surged up in her heart.

Unconsciousness.

She could not resign herself.

"It looks like I’ll really have to pretend to be sick this time," Mrs. Tang’s voice seemed to drift from distant mountains, devoid of any warmth.

...

On the bustling street.

A luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of the Jinyu Pavilion.

A maid got down from the carriage and then helped a young lady down.

The young lady was alluringly beautiful, more radiant than the brightest blossom.

She looked at the Jinyu Pavilion and said, "The Capital is truly wonderful, under the Emperor’s feet, magnificent and prosperous, everything you could want is here."

"Yongzhou isn’t bad either, a rich area lacking nothing," the maid said.

"Can it compare to the Capital?" the young lady replied.

"Of course, it can’t compare. Especially those noble family sons, I wonder which young master will be lucky enough to win your heart?" the maid teased softly.

If it wasn’t for both the Princely Heir and the young lady being of age to marry, Uncle wouldn’t have given up the wealth of Yongzhou to return to the Capital.

The young lady pretended to hit her.

Even on the street, she dared to tease her mistress.

As she turned around, she saw a man riding on horseback.

The sunlight fell on him, casting a bright halo, dazzling and splendid.

The man was none other than Xie Jingchen, whom Su Jin had chased away on horseback.

With just one glance, he entered her eyes, unable to escape.