"Mom, how did you become like this?" Jiang Zhen was shocked and full of disbelief.
In less than ten days, Zhao Qiuru lost a lot of weight and was lying on the bed weak and haggard. The whole person seemed to have aged ten years older.
Zhao Qiuru only glanced at Jiang Zhen lightly, she said nothing, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Jiang Zhen quickly realized that his mother was dissatisfied with him. Jiang Zhen quickly apologized to Zhao Qiuru and explained that he had been busy recently and hadn't visited her. He also expressed his filial piety and even snatched the medicine from the maid's hand, he wanted to feed Zhao Qiuru medicine himself.
However, Zhao Qiuru's reaction was indifferent, as if she didn't hear what he said at all. Jiang Zhen had no choice but to ask the maid why his mother was like this. He thought that his mother was just a little frightened, but why she didn't feel better after lying down for so long, and her condition even became more and more serious.
The maid said that madam was not only frightened, but also depressed. Moreover, master and young master didn't come to see her, therefore she felt that she had no motivation to live, and her illness became more and more serious.
Jiang Zhen knew the reason why he didn't come to see Zhao Qiuru, but he didn't know about his father, so he asked, "My father hasn't been resting in mother's room these days?"
The maid shook her head and said, "Master has never been to Madam's courtyard."
The maid thought to herself that not only master hadn't come to sleep, but he didn't even come to see madam at all. Only the new charming vixen brought soup every day, and she didn’t know what was put in the soup, madam didn't even want to look at it.
[狐媚子 hú mèi zi: Charming vixen; a woman who uses her charm to seduce people]
Jiang Zhen was busy dealing with Du Yingying, so he just brushed aside the affairs in the house and didn't take it to heart at all. He had no idea that his father was so obsessed with a new woman who didn't know where she came from, he didn't even visit his wife when she was sick.
Jiang Zhen was angry. He asked the maid, "Where is my father? I'll go find him!"
Zhao Qiuru's people in the mansion were always paying attention to Anyang Bo's whereabouts, and they often invited Anyang Bo to come over. But every time they finished talking about how seriously ill the wife was, the woman would feel chest pain and pretend to faint, which made Anyang Bo feel so distressed that he couldn't care about Zhao Qiuru, his real wife.
The maid pointed to the yard where the woman lived, "Master, he went over there as soon as he came back from the court. She is such a charming vixen, she really knows how to seduce people."
Jiang Zhen asked the maid to take good care of Zhao Qiuru, and he quickly rushed to the opposite yard with anger.
It was true that Jiang Lin had figured out his father's favourite, and the girl he chose was very suitable for Anyang Bo. Moreover, this woman was really capable of fascinating people.
When Jiang Zhen broke in, the two were flirting and kissing, and Anyang Bo looked at the little beauty like a complete old pervert.
Jiang Zhen felt that he was completely blind, and he couldn't understand how his father became like this. However, before he could speak, Anyang Bo, who was disturbed from his good deeds, scolded Jiang Zhen.
"You are such a big man and you can't even let people know if you come. Is this the place you can come to? Why don’t you get out of here?" When Anyang Bo scolded Jiang Zhen, he subconsciously hid the woman behind his back so that Jiang Zhen couldn't see her.
The fire in Jiang Zhen's heart burned even more intensely, "Dad, do you still remember your identity? Do you still remember that you still have a wife? Your wife has been ill for so long. Have you ever visited her? Do you have a heart?"
Anyang Bo got angry when his son pointed at him and scolded him, "You're so presumptuous, who told you to talk to me like this? You bastard, why should I ask you if I'm going to do anything? Get out!"
Jiang Zhen stepped forward and directly pulled Anyang Bo, "Come with me and go see mother. She is so ill and you are still fooling around with this vixen here. Dad, do you also want to favor the concubine and do away with the wife?"
[宠妾灭妻 chǒng qiè miè qī: lit. favor the concubine and do away with the wife (idiom); fig. spoil one's mistress and neglect one's wife]
Anyang Bo was still afraid when he heard that he was going to be involved, but this didn't mean that he could accept Jiang Zhen's attitude towards him. Anyang Bo shook off Jiang Zhen's hand and said, "If she is sick, go and ask the doctor. What's the use of me going? I'm not a doctor."
"Okay, I'll go see her soon. Stop making trouble here. If you are really filial, you won't wait until your mother is seriously ill to find out. Get out!"
Neither father nor son were able to convince each other. After making Anyang Bo angry, Jiang Zhen put down his words and left angrily, "Okay, if you don't want to see mother today, then don't blame me, your son for being so rude."
"And this vixen, don't even think about it!"
Anyang Bo was naturally angry when he was threatened by Jiang Zhen, and he scolded him harshly.
Naturally, the gentle little beauty immediately came to coax him to make him feel at ease, and also gently persuaded him to go see Zhao Qiuru. Anyang Bo was made happy by the little beauty with just a few words, and he felt that the little beauty was considerate, so he hugged her and kissed her for a long time before saying, "My beauty Qiu Shui is still lovable and sensible, so I'll just take a look at her and come back to have lunch with you right away."
[秋水 qiū shuǐ: limpid autumn waters (trad. description of girl's beautiful eyes)]
Qiu Shui nodded shyly and pushed the person out of the room, "Master, please go quickly. Master, please spend more time with madam. I hope that madam will get better soon. I also want to see madam."
Anyang Bo instantly understood the meaning, he grabbed her soft little hand, "It's time to give you a title. I'll mention it to my wife when I get there. Don't worry."
"Mom, how did you become like this?" Jiang Zhen was shocked and full of disbelief.
In less than ten days, Zhao Qiuru lost a lot of weight and was lying on the bed weak and haggard. The whole person seemed to have aged ten years older.
Zhao Qiuru only glanced at Jiang Zhen lightly, she said nothing, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Jiang Zhen quickly realized that his mother was dissatisfied with him. Jiang Zhen quickly apologized to Zhao Qiuru and explained that he had been busy recently and hadn't visited her. He also expressed his filial piety and even snatched the medicine from the maid's hand, he wanted to feed Zhao Qiuru medicine himself.
However, Zhao Qiuru's reaction was indifferent, as if she didn't hear what he said at all. Jiang Zhen had no choice but to ask the maid why his mother was like this. He thought that his mother was just a little frightened, but why she didn't feel better after lying down for so long, and her condition even became more and more serious.
The maid said that madam was not only frightened, but also depressed. Moreover, master and young master didn't come to see her, therefore she felt that she had no motivation to live, and her illness became more and more serious.
Jiang Zhen knew the reason why he didn't come to see Zhao Qiuru, but he didn't know about his father, so he asked, "My father hasn't been resting in mother's room these days?"
The maid shook her head and said, "Master has never been to Madam's courtyard."
The maid thought to herself that not only master hadn't come to sleep, but he didn't even come to see madam at all. Only the new charming vixen brought soup every day, and she didn’t know what was put in the soup, madam didn't even want to look at it.
[狐媚子 hú mèi zi: Charming vixen; a woman who uses her charm to seduce people]
Jiang Zhen was busy dealing with Du Yingying, so he just brushed aside the affairs in the house and didn't take it to heart at all. He had no idea that his father was so obsessed with a new woman who didn't know where she came from, he didn't even visit his wife when she was sick.
Jiang Zhen was angry. He asked the maid, "Where is my father? I'll go find him!"
Zhao Qiuru's people in the mansion were always paying attention to Anyang Bo's whereabouts, and they often invited Anyang Bo to come over. But every time they finished talking about how seriously ill the wife was, the woman would feel chest pain and pretend to faint, which made Anyang Bo feel so distressed that he couldn't care about Zhao Qiuru, his real wife.
The maid pointed to the yard where the woman lived, "Master, he went over there as soon as he came back from the court. She is such a charming vixen, she really knows how to seduce people."
Jiang Zhen asked the maid to take good care of Zhao Qiuru, and he quickly rushed to the opposite yard with anger.
It was true that Jiang Lin had figured out his father's favourite, and the girl he chose was very suitable for Anyang Bo. Moreover, this woman was really capable of fascinating people.
When Jiang Zhen broke in, the two were flirting and kissing, and Anyang Bo looked at the little beauty like a complete old pervert.
Jiang Zhen felt that he was completely blind, and he couldn't understand how his father became like this. However, before he could speak, Anyang Bo, who was disturbed from his good deeds, scolded Jiang Zhen.
"You are such a big man and you can't even let people know if you come. Is this the place you can come to? Why don’t you get out of here?" When Anyang Bo scolded Jiang Zhen, he subconsciously hid the woman behind his back so that Jiang Zhen couldn't see her.
The fire in Jiang Zhen's heart burned even more intensely, "Dad, do you still remember your identity? Do you still remember that you still have a wife? Your wife has been ill for so long. Have you ever visited her? Do you have a heart?"
Anyang Bo got angry when his son pointed at him and scolded him, "You're so presumptuous, who told you to talk to me like this? You bastard, why should I ask you if I'm going to do anything? Get out!"
Jiang Zhen stepped forward and directly pulled Anyang Bo, "Come with me and go see mother. She is so ill and you are still fooling around with this vixen here. Dad, do you also want to favor the concubine and do away with the wife?"
[宠妾灭妻 chǒng qiè miè qī: lit. favor the concubine and do away with the wife (idiom); fig. spoil one's mistress and neglect one's wife]
Anyang Bo was still afraid when he heard that he was going to be involved, but this didn't mean that he could accept Jiang Zhen's attitude towards him. Anyang Bo shook off Jiang Zhen's hand and said, "If she is sick, go and ask the doctor. What's the use of me going? I'm not a doctor."
"Okay, I'll go see her soon. Stop making trouble here. If you are really filial, you won't wait until your mother is seriously ill to find out. Get out!"
Neither father nor son were able to convince each other. After making Anyang Bo angry, Jiang Zhen put down his words and left angrily, "Okay, if you don't want to see mother today, then don't blame me, your son for being so rude."
"And this vixen, don't even think about it!"
Anyang Bo was naturally angry when he was threatened by Jiang Zhen, and he scolded him harshly.
Naturally, the gentle little beauty immediately came to coax him to make him feel at ease, and also gently persuaded him to go see Zhao Qiuru. Anyang Bo was made happy by the little beauty with just a few words, and he felt that the little beauty was considerate, so he hugged her and kissed her for a long time before saying, "My beauty Qiu Shui is still lovable and sensible, so I'll just take a look at her and come back to have lunch with you right away."
[秋水 qiū shuǐ: limpid autumn waters (trad. description of girl's beautiful eyes)]
Qiu Shui nodded shyly and pushed the person out of the room, "Master, please go quickly. Master, please spend more time with madam. I hope that madam will get better soon. I also want to see madam."
Anyang Bo instantly understood the meaning, he grabbed her soft little hand, "It's time to give you a title. I'll mention it to my wife when I get there. Don't worry."
