Your Highness, you have to die quickly (1)

Wen ruyin was taken away by the maidservants.

Jiang Huai 'an's hand was empty, as if it had suddenly turned cold.

The usually gentle young man clenched his fists and nodded at the maidservant.

"Young lady Wen drank a little too much and is sweating in this summer. Go back and wash up before having a good rest. If you can, prepare a bowl of hangover soup, pinch your nose and pour it in. You will feel better when you wake up tomorrow."

"Otherwise, I'll have a splitting headache. It won't be good."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned. She quickly shut her mouth and took a step back in self-restraint. She turned around and returned to the manor.

The Wen family's maidservant thought to herself,"this young master Jiang is indeed famous for being magnanimous and kind. He's so thoughtful in his work."

Jiang Huai 'an came back in a hurry. He seemed to be staggering, as if a ghost was chasing after him.