Chapter 316 - 267: Shooting Yourself in the Foot
Chapter 316: Chapter 267: Shooting Yourself in the Foot
Jiang Yihuan didn’t expect Marquis Jing’an to take away her Right of Main Kitchen.
A powerless lady is like a clawless cat, which poses no threat. Moreover, she was used to freely taking Silver, and now having to ask others for Silver to spend is worse than killing her. Most importantly... Xiao Yanci was always asking her for Silver. If she lost the Right of Main Kitchen, she would have no way to satisfy Xiao Yanci’s needs, and then Xiao Yanci would surely cause her trouble.
"Marquis, you know our Lin’er’s situation, if..." Jiang Yihuan covered her face and cried.
"I’ve heard that the Princely Heir of Jing’an Marquis Mansion was born prematurely and has not been in good health since." Su Yaoguang asked, "Since Jing’er is here, why not let her feel the pulse of the Princely Heir of Jing’an Marquis Mansion and check his physical condition. Not all premature infants are weak; some can recover with proper care."
Panic flashed across Jiang Yihuan’s eyes.
"No need. The Imperial Physician from the Imperial Hospital has examined Lin’er and confirmed it’s a common premature condition. As long as he’s carefully nurtured, he’ll be fine when he grows up." Jiang Yihuan said this as she hugged Marquis Jing’an’s arm and pouted, "Marquis, it’s not that I covet the Right of Main Kitchen, but Lin’er needs delicate care. If I don’t manage the household matters, wouldn’t I have to report everything in advance? Our Lin’er is so weak; he can’t withstand so many rules."
"Marquis, do you want Jing’er to examine your beloved son?" Su Yaoguang continued, "A distinguished young master who is hindered by frailty, hesitant to do anything—when he grows up, he might struggle to uphold the household of your Marquis Mansion. Now is the time to remedy this, while it’s still possible. Of course, if the Marquis doesn’t wish for his son to grow into a man of great stature, then forget we said anything. We are meddling today, after all."
"Someone, bring the young master over." Marquis Jing’an called out.
Jiang Yihuan’s face turned rather unpleasant.
Su Yaoguang’s group was the bane of her existence. Especially Su Yaoguang, she was like a persistent ghostly curse, always present.
If Jiang Jing, that contemptible woman, examined Lin’er, would she notice anything?
Jiang Yihuan grew more anxious but couldn’t stop them from bringing Lin’er over, or Marquis Jing’an would be even more suspicious.
Soon, the nursemaid came over holding a few-month-old Lin’er.
Jiang Yihuan warmly accepted him, gazing gently at the child in her arms: "Little Lin’er, have you missed your parents? Look, your parents are here."
Marquis Jing’an, seeing the adorable face of the child, felt the warm tenderness of a loving father.
Su Yaoguang looked at the child, but found something strange.
Jiang Jing whispered in her ear: "Not a premature infant."
No need to feel the pulse; by looking at the child, Jiang Jing could assert he was not prematurely born.
If the child was not premature yet was born shortly after her entry to the mansion, claimed as premature outside, then there is only one possibility: the child is not Marquis Jing’an’s.
Jiang Yihuan pretended to hand the child to Jiang Jing, but as soon as the child approached Jiang Jing, he began to wail loudly.
With an appearance of deep distress, Jiang Yihuan cuddled the child and soothed him, saying to Marquis Jing’an: "Marquis, you see, our child is not used to seeing them, he’s shy."
The First Madam said, "Let me hold him."
"First Madam, you’re still unwell, aren’t fit to hold the child!" Jiang Yihuan’s eyes flashed with disdain.
She was so ill, who knows when she’d succumb, yet she wanted to hold her child.
The First Madam didn’t mind her rude remarks, acting generously, even garnering some sympathy from Marquis Jing’an.
"I’m still sick, not suitable to hold the child, but my nanny has raised children for decades, excels at child care. Let her hold him!"
The fallen ones from earlier were already carried down.
They had awoken but felt too embarrassed to remain, so they left early when unnoticed.
Now only the people of the Jing’an Marquis Mansion and the guests like Su Yaoguang remained.
The old nanny, without waiting for Jiang Yihuan’s refusal, directly took the child.
In the old nanny’s arms, the child soon stopped crying.
Thus, Jiang Jing could feel his pulse.
Jiang Yihuan watched Jiang Jing’s actions nervously.