He said to Miao Yuzhi with a hint of apology: "You’re pregnant, it’s inconvenient to go inside, just wait for me outside."

Miao Yuzhi understood perfectly: "Go ahead, husband."

Bao Zhongqing asked Jiang Wang to help take care of things and went to the memorial hall.

These two seemed loving, but what does their affection have to do with others?

Honestly speaking, Jiang Wang didn’t quite understand the purpose of his visit this time. Shuofang Marquis had already come to pay respects personally, and besides, your wife is pregnant and it’s inconvenient for her to see the mourning, so why bring her here?

Jiang Wang waved for someone to bring over a soft chair and invited Miao Yuzhi to sit and wait.

After politely thanking him, Miao Yuzhi sat down in the soft chair. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "I remember that Miss Wen organized several poetry meetings, saying Marquis Wu’an would attend. I participated, but didn’t get to see him."

"Oh." Jiang Wang reacted, self-deprecatingly saying, "What do I know about poetry? When Miss Wen first invited me, I thick-skinnedly went, wandering through the whole event like in a dream. After a few times, I didn’t dare to participate again."

Miao Yuzhi covered her mouth and chuckled: "They all say you are quick-witted and understand poetry well."

Recalling those poetry meetings, Jiang remembered he said nothing more than "good," "very good," "quite nice."

So this is called "quick-witted."

"They’re all kind-hearted young ladies, after all, the truth can hurt," Jiang Wang said.

"So many kind-hearted young ladies, has the Marquis taken a fancy to any?" Miao Yuzhi asked with a smile.

Jiang Wang shook his head: "The path of cultivation is long, I haven’t thought about it yet." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"That’s true, someone of the Marquis’ caliber aims high and won’t be trapped by mere romantic feelings," Miao Yuzhi said, then shifted the topic: "Last time at my and Zhongqing’s wedding, you didn’t come. I only get to meet our Daqi hero today."

Jiang Wang explained: "There were urgent matters at the time... but I did send a gift."

Miao Yuzhi smiled again, she seemed to love smiling, and indeed looked lovely when she did, especially her dimples, which were very charming. No wonder Bao Zhongqing took her everywhere he went.

Jiang Wang exchanged a few words, and then consciously went to greet other guests.

Before long, Bao Zhongqing finished his sacrificial rituals, returned to fetch Miao Yuzhi, exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Wang, and then took their leave. The couple walked home hand in hand, deeply in love, both an enviable match with complementary family statuses.

Seeing the couple leave, Yi Huaimin, who came to help as part of Yi Shisi’s family, approached: "His wife is pregnant, what’s the big deal coming to tell you? What’s it to do with you?"

This second son of Doctor Yi Xingchen didn’t feel awkward at all.

Since being forced by a mysterious person claiming to be a remnant of the Withering and Flourishing Temple to copy the Agama Sutras, his attitude towards Jiang Wang had become very close. He often told others he was also Shisi’s brother, Jiang Wang was Shisi’s brother, so by extension, he and Marquis Wu’an were like brothers.

Just then, Yi Huaiyong passed by and immediately scolded: "What nonsense are you speaking! That mouth of yours will get torn off one day!"

Yi Huaimin rolled his eyes, turned his head, but obediently bowed: "Lost control, brother taught me well. Won’t say it again."

After Yi Huaiyong left with a serious expression.

He snorted in front of Jiang Wang: "If it wasn’t for him always tattling to my dad, would I be afraid of Yi Lao Da?"

Lowering his voice, he egged on: "Help a brother out, tie Yi Lao Da in a sack and force him to copy the Diamond Sutra, how about it?"

"No, no, that’s not good, copying scriptures he doesn’t care, might even enjoy it. Force him to dance! How about it?"

He grew more excited: "Just dance the ’The Crow’s Lament’ newly choreographed at Warm Jade Pavilion, he’s definitely suitable!"

"What tie him up, what Warm Jade Pavilion, I didn’t understand what you’re talking about." Jiang Wang glanced at this fellow, then left with hands behind his back.

I, Someone Jiang, even if not having a heart beset with mountains or a chest deep as a fortress, have been through many battles, seen a lot and know a great deal, how could I let this boy trick me?