"Han Er!" Aunt Su interrupted Jiang Han with a stern shout.
Jiang Han fell silent, his chest still heaving.
Aunt Su lowered her voice slightly, "Han Er, I have some important things to say to you."
"From now on, don't think about the Princely Heir position anymore. Just live quietly in the mansion, and when you have a son, raise him well and have him study."
She suddenly thought of something and said, "Did the Duke give you any cottonseed oil?"
"What cottonseed oil?" Jiang Han asked.
Aunt Su asked, "Recently, have you been eating by yourself or dining with the Duke?"
Jiang Han snorted coldly, "Now that he has a legitimate son, he doesn't even want to look at me, how could he possibly dine with me?"
"That's good then." Aunt Su nodded, "Han Er, in the future, it's best not to eat the food sent from the mansion. I'm worried the Duke wants to cut off your lineage!"
Jiang Han's expression turned cold and somber, "I understand."
