"Miss, Aunt Lin is still waiting outside the hospital."
Lu Zhu looked at the ticket in his hand over and over again, and his almond-shaped eyes widened with anger.
Song Wan arranged his hair and asked Heng Zhi to accompany him out.
Lin Jiayue was accompanied by two little girls. When they saw Song Wan, they all saluted. Lin Jiayue smiled and her actions seemed very ladylike at first glance.
"I just gave the abbreviated receipt to your maid, and now I'm here to collect the money."
Song Wan said: "Since my husband has written the receipt for you, you can just take him to the general affairs office of the mansion to get the money. There is no need to come to me."
After asking the second-class maid in the room to bring tea, Song Wan waited for Lin Jiayue to speak.
Since Jiang Xingjian passed the money to Lin Jiayue without her, it meant that he also knew that this move was unreasonable and would never let Lin Jiayue come to him. Now that she came to his door, he didn't know if he wanted to show off. , or prepare to show off your power.
Sure enough, Song Wan couldn't hold up the tea and remained silent for a moment, and Lin Jiayue couldn't hold her breath.
"Aren't you angry when Jiang Xingjian gave me money to open a shop?"
"You're really not good at learning the rules."
Hearing the word "rules", Lin Jiayue's face darkened: "He likes my temperament, it's not too boring."
Song Wan tightened his grip on the teacup, chuckled, and was about to leave, but he heard Lin Jiayue say: "Is this interesting to you? Is it really possible to be a widow and deceive yourself every day while guarding the identity of your legitimate wife?"
"How dare you be so rude in front of Madam?"
Song Wan waved his hand, and Heng Zhi stepped back and said nothing.
"Then according to Aunt Yilin, what should I do?"
Lin Jiayue looked at Song Wan with firm eyes: "I'm not hostile to you, I just don't understand that Xing Jian doesn't like you, so why do you want to stay in the Hou Mansion? You've wasted six years, Why continue to waste time?"
“……”
Song Wan sat back down and said calmly: "I really don't understand what you mean."
"What's wrong with this? Xing Jian and I are in love. He once said that he would marry me when he returned to Beijing. But who would have thought that there would be such a stupid woman in the world who would hold a memorial tablet? Marry in and be a widow?"
Lin Jiayue looked at Song Wan and felt uncomfortable.
It was obvious that she and Jiang Xingjian were in love first, so why did it seem like she had interfered with someone else's relationship now? Although she had confidence in herself, Jiang Xingjian couldn't help but worry when she was with Song Wan.
She is his legitimate wife in name. They go to Fuhe Hall together every morning and evening to pay their respects to the old lady. Everything in their courtyard is in pairs. When he mentions Song Wan, Jiang Xingjian's eyes are full of the unknown. Spoken praise.
Although the two of them had never had any intimate behavior, Lin Jiayue couldn't help but feel jealous.
Obviously, Jiang Xingjian is her lover.
"Have you ever thought that your irresponsible behavior towards yourself will also cause trouble to others?"
Song Wan blinked, trying to understand what Lin Jiayue meant by causing trouble to others.
She used to pride herself on being smart, but she couldn't understand any of Lin Jiayue's words.
Looking up at the girl in front of him, Song Wan still doesn't understand what Jiang Xingjian loves about her.
If we talk about skinny, she feels that she is better. If we talk about family background, she and Jiang Xingjian are not married well. Could it be that as Lin Jiayue said, she is too boring?
But since she was a child, she has been proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework, and nvhong. She has also dabbled in various schools of thought, poetry, and poetry. How could she be boring?
"You have a good family background. Even if you leave Jiang Xingjian, you can still find someone you like, right?"
Song Wan was originally wondering if he was boring, but his eyebrows tightened after hearing this.
Heng Zhi was so angry that she picked up the hot tea in front of her and threw it on Lin Jiayue's face: "You like to act naughty and make a fool of yourself. You are not enough to seduce the old man with your dirty look all day long, and you also want to slander our young lady. Clear your name? You, a woman, must be so evil-hearted that you would not regret dying."
"Hengzhi."
Seeing that she was about to step forward, Song Wan stopped her.
Although the hot tea was not hot, it was really humiliating to have it splashed all over your face. Lin Jiayue was so angry that she shouted: "I am doing this for your own good, why are you so crazy?"
The two little girls came forward to help Lin Jiayue wipe her face, but Song Wan stared at her for a moment.
After a long time, she was sure that the person in front of her had no ill intentions except for a hint of contempt for her.
Lin Jiayue really thought that what she said was for her own good.
Song Wan suddenly became curious.
"The family has never been divorced. The separation you mentioned is impossible to happen. And don't you know that the law of our court stipulates that if you don't take a concubine as your wife, you can only take a concubine or a guest daughter as your wife for one and a half years?"
"It's fine if I'm a merchant or a commoner. For a wealthy family like the Hou Mansion, even if I die in the future, I will have to choose another successor. I will never do such an unethical thing as raising a concubine as my wife. "
If Lin Jiayue was not a concubine, even if she was a concubine who was not in the genealogy, there might be room for change in this matter. Until now, everything is just empty talk.
"impossible."
Lin Jiayue's face turned pale: "I don't believe that aristocratic families can't reconcile. Is it possible that they are a pair of resentful couples, and they will be tied together until death?"
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "You are so determined to talk to Li Yi, but husband... what did he promise to you?"
"he……"
Did Jiang Xingjian promise to marry her and make her the mistress of the Hou Mansion?
Lin Jiayue thought about it carefully and suddenly found that Jiang Xingjian had never said such words since returning to the Hou Mansion. Even on the day he moved to Xiuyan Pavilion, he only said "Trust me."
A thin trickle of sweat appeared on her face, and Lin Jiayue suddenly felt a little panicked.
Seeing this, Song Wan said: "The family has never had a divorced wife. This is because reconciliation is a major clan matter. It requires two mansions or two clans to burn incense and open a temple. The heads of the two clans have worshiped the ancestors in heaven and earth, and have gone up to heaven to listen to their ancestors." Only after you agree can you make peace with each other."
"Although there are few divorces, there are many divorces and abandonments. If a man is dissatisfied with his wife at home, he can have seven wives, or he can abandon his wife if he refuses to do so."
Lin Jiayue suddenly raised her head, hope rising in her heart.
Song Wan curled his lips, feeling that Lin Jiayue's idea was getting more ridiculous.
Not to mention that she had the support of the Song family and her aunt, and the Hou family did not have the courage to divorce her. Just say that she had been a widow for Jiang Xingjian for six years, and the emperor could not let the Hou family stop marrying her again.
"Why did your husband give you two thousand taels of silver to open a shop?"
Lin Jiayue said with a pale face: "I found a way to make ice in summer and earn money for the Hou Mansion."
"You asked me earlier if I was angry that my husband gave you money to open a shop. I will answer you now."
Song Wan's eyes were calm. She looked at Lin Jiayue and said, "Only the dowry is the private property of my daughter's family. Now that the Marquis Mansion has not been divided into families, everything that goes in and out of the house belongs to the public account. The rest of the people belong to the same family as the husband." My uncle also has no private property, at least on the surface, he will not and cannot have any."
"As for your concubine birth, there is no dowry at all. Even if your husband dotes on you, he will only give you a few pieces of silver. So you ask me if I am angry, it is really..."
"Somewhat ridiculous."
