Although her movements were not obvious, Jiang Xingjian could still feel a hint of unwelcome.
He pursed his lips slightly, but had to suppress the unhappiness in his heart.
"I met Aunt Zhou and Jiang Jing in the courtyard. What's going on with them?"
"Aunt Zhou is here for the third sister's marriage. Now that the third sister is old, the marriage should be put on the agenda."
Jiang Xingjian nodded: "Do you have anyone to choose?"
"There is a high-ranking concubine in the Lan family in Cangzhou. This person has some friendship with my brother. I want to send someone to ask him if he has ever been engaged."
After hearing about the Lan family in Cangzhou, Jiang Xing thought about it briefly and realized that this marriage was a great one.
The Lan family had a good family tradition. Although their ancestors had been demoted, the family was wealthy. Moreover, he had heard of the person Song Wan mentioned, and he acted calmly and appropriately.
It's just that it's said that this person's personality is a bit unruly, so the marriage has not been decided in these years.
"The head of the Lan family has a legitimate son who will pass the age of 16 this year. It is said that this son is extremely talented and talented. With the huge wealth of the Lan family, he will probably achieve great success in the future."
Song Wan smiled faintly: "The family tradition is upright and good children often appear. It will only be a matter of time before the Lan family enters the court again."
Jiang Xingjian secretly agreed, knowing in her heart that this marriage was perfect.
If we can really marry into a wealthy family like the Lan family, it will only be good for the two palace members.
"Then I'll trouble you, ma'am."
Song Wan smiled lightly and continued to write a message to Mrs. Lan. After letting the green bamboo be delivered, she asked Jiang Xingjian why he came today.
"It's not a big deal. It's just that today I submitted the documents for the title. If the title comes down, I will have to trouble my wife to take care of the affairs of the back house."
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said nothing after hearing this.
If Jiang Xingjian were to seize the title, she would not only have to manage the back house, but also deal with various wives in Beijing. That would be enough in the past, but now that Lin Jiayue is standing in the middle, she is really impatient.
"Besides this, there is another matter. Mr. Sun Liangsun, the Qing Li Division of the Ministry of War, was promoted to Yuan Wai Lang today."
"Miss Sun's biological uncle?"
Jiang Xingjian said: "Exactly."
"This shows that the Holy One is indeed prepared to reuse the Sun family, and after today, three or two families have come to propose marriage, but it is said that they were all blocked by Mrs. Sun. I think the Sun family has agreed to the marriage with the Hou Mansion."
"The second master is considered outstanding among the many children from aristocratic families in Shangjing. The Sun family should have this kind of discernment."
Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and seeing that Song Wan didn't look serious on his face, he suppressed the inexplicable sourness in his heart.
"Mrs. Sun gave you a gift."
Xianghua came in carrying a huge rattan box. Seeing Jiang Xingjian bowing roughly again, she placed the thing in front of Song Wan. Song Wan picked up the small sign on it and opened it, looked at it a few times and said with a smile: "It seems that good things are coming for the family."
After handing the small sign to Jiang Xingjian, Song Wan opened the box.
There are pieces of mille-feuille cakes placed inside, and the aroma of rice hits your nostrils as soon as you open the lid.
Song Wan picked up a piece in a good mood and took a bite, then pointed at the vanilla and asked her to share it with the people in the house.
Jiang Xingjian took the thousand-layer cake and held it in his hand without moving.
When he first returned to Xiuyan Pavilion, the scene of Song Wan biting into a thousand-feuille cake still lingered in his mind.
Jiang Xingjian laughed and wrote a letter to Jiang Man.
Jiang Yan's marriage to the Sun family is the best choice that Chengyang Houfu can choose now.
Although the Chengyang Marquis Mansion has a title, it has no real power, and Jiang Man's status as a princess is also a mixed blessing for the Marquis Mansion.
Without Jiang Man, Jiang Yan's marriage might be promoted further, but as a relative of the prince, the in-laws of the Hou family cannot be selected further.
After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Xingjian wrote down Song Wan's concern for the Lan family in Cangzhou.
After Lin Jiayue and the manager were busy with the rouge shop and other things, they looked for Jiang's slip and saw that he was writing a letter to Jiang Man, so they asked what he had written.
Jiang Xingjian answered casually, and Lin Jiayue heard the words and said: "According to you, the Sun family and the Lan family are pretty good, but why is Song Wan so kind? Could it be that she can't see the future situation of the Jiang and Song Dynasties?"
Jiang Xingjian frowned slightly: "The relationship between in-laws is intertwined. Both the Sun family and the Lan family have some connections with the Song Dynasty. And no matter how the Jiang and Song Dynasties develop in the future, she is still the wife of the Hou family and will not wait for such a big event. Those who make a fuss about it.”
"Yeah?"
Lin Jiayue curled her lips with disdain in her eyes.
I have long been tired of hearing Jiang Xingjian's words about Song Wanshi's general idea and that everything is good.
"Didn't Song Wan remain a widow in the Hou Mansion for six years? How come she knows both Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Lan? Could it be that she was not idle when she was a widow and spent all day socializing?"
Seeing Lin Jiayue's words becoming more and more unpleasant, Jiang Xingjian felt impatient: "How many families are there in Beijing? These families have been friends for generations. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are related to each other. You are not from a noble family, so you don't understand."
"You don't look down on my origin, do you?"
Not bothering to pay attention to her lingering questions, Jiang Xingjian had the letter delivered to the palace and asked about the rouge shop.
"Don't worry, I can't do anything better. The shop will be decorated in another half month, and you and Concubine Jiang will just wait for the cashier."
Lin Jiayue looked determined, and Jiang Xingjian could feel relieved.
The image of Song Wan holding a thousand-layer cake appeared in his mind again. Jiang Xingjian pinched the center of his eyebrows to expel that graceful figure from his mind. When he looked up again, he saw Lin Jiayue helping him sort out the messy things on the desk.
He sighed slightly, took her hand and hugged her into his arms.
"sorry."
He was too impatient with her, and Jiang Xingjian couldn't bear it.
It was he who pulled her into this whirlpool, how could Lin Jiayue be so innocent? He couldn't bear to take advantage of a girl who was devoted to him, and he didn't want to, let alone be reduced to a villain who would use any means to take advantage of women.
Holding Lin Jiayue tightly, Jiang Xingjian's anxious heart calmed down a bit.
"It's okay, I know you're upset."
Lin Jiayue murmured: "I know you have me in your heart, and I also know that you have Song Wan in your heart, but I am not afraid, I can wait. As long as you choose me firmly in the future as you do now, we will definitely be able to move forward steadily. of."
Jiang Xingjian values love, and she knows that she would not fall in love with this man otherwise.
The love of childhood sweethearts cannot withstand the test. Song Wan in Jane Eyre is his beautiful fantasy of first love in his heart, and he is the one who stays with him.
Lin Jiayue didn't believe that she could not compare to a homely woman with little knowledge, but she had confidence in herself.
"Love needs to be managed. As long as our two hearts are together, everything will get better and better."
Lin Jiayue smiled and stood up on tiptoes to kiss Jiang Xingjian's chin. Seeing this, Jiang Xingjian lowered his head slightly and kissed her deeply on the lips.
Jiayue was right, as long as their hearts were in the same place, he would always let go of Song Wan.
