All the maids in the yard turned away. Only Lin Jiayue cried: "I didn't know this would happen. I really didn't know this would happen."
Vanilla glared at her fiercely and returned to the house in a few steps.
In the room, Song Wan was still holding the golden tiger and wouldn't let go. Heng Wu stood aside with red eyes, not daring to speak out to persuade him.
"Miss……"
Heng Zhi brought a nanmu box, which contained small mattresses, cloth bells and other items sewn by Song Wan himself. Each piece had the three characters "golden silk tiger" embroidered on the corners.
Jiang Xingjian saw a room full of maids, young ladies and young ladies shouting. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she couldn't express her feelings.
It's not that he couldn't imagine what Song Wan had been living these past six years.
A woman in her twenties was the age when she should have enjoyed the protection of her father and brother, and the love of her husband. However, she was lonely and widowed, with only a beast by her side, which was really hard for her.
"Don't be sad. I'll find the exact same one for you later."
It was a good thing that Jiang Xingjian didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Song Wan couldn't help but turn his head and not look at him again.
After a long time, she hugged the stiff and cold corpse and choked with sobs: "Send the uncle out."
After being ordered to be expelled, Jiang Xingjian had to stand up and walked to the carved window. He happened to see Lin Jiayue sitting outside covering her face and crying bitterly.
Jiang Xingjian stopped and whispered: "Jia Yue didn't mean it. I asked the little girl who delivered the medicine. She misunderstood Jiayue's meaning and went to the stable to ask for medicine to deworm horses..."
"My uncle has been busy all day. Let's go back to Xiuyan Pavilion and rest."
Heng Zhi stood in front of him, blocking Jiang Xingjian's entire line of sight.
Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, seeing that all the girls in the room had red eyes, so he could only force himself to suppress his anger.
After he left, Song Wan put the golden tiger into the nanmu box with the comfort of Vanilla.
"Miss, please stop crying."
Aunt Zhao's eyes were also red, but she said: "It's a great joy for my uncle to come back. You must not cry in front of others. At the least, you will have a reputation that you don't know how serious it is, and at the worst, you are afraid of being bad luck. If it spreads to the old lady, Mrs. In the ears, it’s even worse.”
"Those who know are saying that the young lady is kind, and those who don't know may be told that you don't like the return of the uncle."
"Mommy, please let the young lady rest alone, you all stay with me."
Heng Zhi asked the people in the room to leave the bedroom. Only in a place where no one was around could Song Wan cry happily.
She put the salvation sutras and edicts written for Jinsihu, as well as the little one's toys and the dried fish that had just been baked in the kitchen into the box. She also put in the unfinished small coat that she had sewn a few days ago. in.
When it got dark, Nanny Zhao urged her to eat again and again before she fastened the box and ordered Heng Zhi to bury the golden tiger in the flower bed under her window.
Song Wan was half-leaning in front of the window, watching blankly as the two sisters filled in the soil.
Looking up to see the remaining eleven wooden sculptures, she grabbed three and threw them out of the window.
The next day, Song Wan was waiting at the entrance of the courtyard early. Jiang Xingjian saw that her expression was as usual, with only her eyelids slightly red, and she couldn't help but secretly sigh that she was indeed a girl raised by the Song family.
"My husband, please come first."
Song Wanfu asked Jiang Xingjian to go ahead. When she was approaching Fuhe Hall, she suddenly said: "A few days ago, my husband said that he wanted Miss Lin to learn more rules. Are you sincere?"
"nature."
Lin Jiayue didn't know the etiquette and caused so much embarrassment. Even he felt that it was really shameful.
"Wan'er knows."
Song Wan accompanied Jiang Xingjian into Fuhe Hall. After the two of them greeted Mrs. Jiang and Jiang's mother, Mrs. Jiang first mentioned the golden silk tiger: "It's really a sin... It's a pity that little thing, I just went to take a toilet." Go, maybe you only have a few years of fate, Wan'er, remember not to be too sad, and take care of yourself."
"Grandma is right, Wan'er knows it."
Jiang's mother was quite indignant when she heard this: "Isn't it just a sin? Why can't someone from a small family control his own hands? She likes Wan'er's dress, and she has a cat. I also think it’s good, I’ve only seen something with such shallow eyelids in my life.”
Jiang Xingjian was silent. Song Wan heard the words and said: "Since Miss Lin has entered the Marquis's mansion, it is hard to live as a foreign guest every day. This kind of behavior of not giving people a name and admitting people into the house is really... It is disgraceful. If word spreads, people will only say that the Marquis Mansion is dishonorable."
Jiang's mother nodded: "This is pertinent."
"Although my husband has never given Miss Lin an identity, as Wan'er's legitimate wife, I can't just sit idly by and let her go on without any rules."
Song Wan raised his head and said calmly: "Ordinarily, Miss Lin saved my husband and should be given a high position, but she and her husband did not have a matchmaker, so they entered into a private alliance..."
Before she finished speaking, Jiang's mother frowned and said, "High position? What kind of high position does a despicable person who runs around with others want? If women all enter the Hou Mansion through this lewd behavior, how can they still get a high position?" High position, what is the realm of the Marquis Mansion?"
Jiang Xingjian did not expect that Song Wan would suddenly bring up the subject of concubinage. He was caught off guard but had no way to refute.
He and Lin Jiayue did have bad personal ethics, and there was nothing more they could say.
Without Song Wan, he could have persuaded his grandmother and mother to let him marry Lin Jiayue, but now... Talking about it would only further tarnish Jiayue's reputation.
"So Wan'er thought, it would be better to take advantage of the great joy of her husband's return to the house and take care of the concubinage. This would be considered fun."
Song Wan took out two thin slips from his sleeves, with the woman's name and date of birth written on them: "Since I have accepted Miss Lin, I should also give away my identity as Huai Su."
Mrs. Jiang sighed: "I'll accept it as soon as it's accepted. The wait for Huaisu's kid is no easier than Wan'er's."
From a noble family, most of the girls who are served by the men will follow this path.
Song Wan handed the two pink stickers to Jiang's mother. Jiang's mother looked at them with joy and said, "Wan'er is virtuous and virtuous. Yi'er doesn't know how many lives he has cultivated to be able to marry such a good match."
Jiang's mother said again: "Normally Huaisu can be promoted to a concubine, but she comes from the old lady's house, so it's hard to give her such a low status. I thought about promoting Huaisu as a concubine. Wan'er felt that how?"
Song Wan said: "Huai Su has a gentle temperament and has always been meticulous. Mother's wishes are perfect."
Jiang's mother smiled and nodded: "This Miss Lin has a bad moral character and is not worthy of a high position. If she is also given the position of a good concubine, doesn't it mean that Huai Su has similar moral character to her?"
"No, no, no."
Jiang's mother waved her hand and gave the pink sticker to the person waiting beside her: "I will take Huai Su as my good concubine and Lin Jiayue as my humble concubine. As soon as the two of them use the same amount of silver, they will take their previous share in the house." Give me an example."
"Mother."
Jiang Xingjian looked at Jiang Mu with disapproval, but Jiang Mu laughed and said that men shouldn't interfere in matters in the inner courtyard, so she went back.
Women from small families always think that they can rely on their men to love and exclude their legitimate wives, but they don't want to marry into a worldly family, and they never care about just one person.
She was too lazy to argue with Lin Jiayue before, but she felt that although the other party was reckless, it would not affect her in any way. Only yesterday did she realize that she should not be soft-hearted.
Lin Jiayue's talk about being a pair for life is shameless and ridiculous.
Looking at Jiang Xingjian's face, Song Wan thought to himself that she was feeling distressed before she even mentioned the true purpose of today?
Thinking of this, Song Wan said calmly: "Grandma, mother, Wan'er, I still have something to ask for."
