In the evening, it started to rain in Shangjing. The mist was misty and the breeze made people sleepy. Song Wan lay half-ly in the room, smelling the smell of green grass outside the window, and was slightly trance-like.
Occasionally, a burst of moist air hit the tip of her nose, and the slight chill disturbed her even more.
"Miss, the new bedding and your little clothes are ready..."
Heng Zhi stood by the couch holding a pile of red clothes, calling Song Wan softly.
Song Wan turned his head to look at the red dress embroidered with lotus flowers, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.
Both the master and the servant were silent, but Lingyun and Xieyi entered the door carrying a large square lacquer tray and the other carrying a stack of men's clothes.
"Miss Hengzhi, it belongs to the Marquis."
Lingyun smiled sweetly, put down Jiang Xingjian's clothes and asked the servants to prepare hot water, then left slowly. Heng Zhi pursed her lips and looked at Heng Wu, and they both lowered their heads.
Only Aunt Zhao knelt on the southwest side with her hands clasped together, and murmured her thanks to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
Her young lady will finally consummate her marriage with the Marquis. If she can give birth to a legitimate son of the Marquis, the young lady will have someone to rely on in the future. In this way, even if the Marquis takes more concubines, the young lady will have nothing to fear.
"Miss, the Marquis has entered the hospital."
Song Wan stiffened and subconsciously grabbed the hem of his skirt: "Is there any movement over there at Xiuyan Pavilion?"
Heng Zhi shook her head, and Song Wan pursed his lips, looking dazed.
After a long time, she slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The heat in the bathroom was steaming, and the aroma of orchids in the bathing water made Song Wan upset. She couldn't help but walk behind the embroidered screen and put up the window.
The humidity outside made her nose and eyes sore.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Song Wan sat on the dressing couch and waited blankly.
When Jiang Xingjian entered the room, only Aunt Zhao had a smile on her face. Heng Zhi and the others looked very dull, which made him suppress the indescribable excitement in his heart.
"Where's grandma?"
"The lady is in the bathroom."
Jiang Xingjian's face turned red, and she turned around and sat on Song Wan's bed.
There were several soft pillows placed on the bed, perhaps because they were filled with flower petals, and there was a light fragrance from the west.
Jiang Xingjian's jaw tensed slightly as she casually tugged on the new Yuanyang quilt under her body, feeling suddenly nervous for no reason.
"No need to wait, you can go down."
Jiang Xingjian spoke in a deep voice, and the maids slowly withdrew. Seeing Heng Wu's hesitation, Aunt Zhao stepped forward and pulled him out.
He was suddenly the only one left in the room, and the silence was unnerving.
There was no sound in the bathroom. Jiang Xingjian knew that she had a grudge in her heart, so he didn't rush her and just stood quietly outside the door waiting.
Looking at the figure reflected on the door, Song Wan's eyes were slightly red.
She had been married to Jiang Xingjian since they were young, and everything she had learned and practiced during her twelve years in the boudoir was to prepare her for becoming Jiang's wife. She knew Jiang Xingjian was her husband even before she was enlightened. When she was young, she only thought that her future husband was a humble gentleman, unparalleled in the world.
So she was willing to remain a widow for six years with a white jade plum blossom hairpin carved by him.
But now...
The figure outside the door remained motionless, and Song Wan gritted his teeth and did not get up.
The two faced each other in silence. When the rain outside became heavier and heavier, the noisy sound of the rain made people feel angry. Jiang Xingjian lost some patience and knocked on the door softly.
"Wan'er?"
Song Wan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Jiang Xingjian was anxious: "Are you okay? If you don't say anything, I will go in."
The man's footsteps came forward and when he was about to open the door, Heng Wu shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master Marquis, Master Marquis, Aunt Lin is here to find you!"
When Song Wan heard this, he quickly stood up from the bed, wiped his cheeks casually and said, "I have nothing to do, my husband can go and do some work first."
Her tone was urging, making Jiang Xingjian pause for an inexplicable moment.
"Master Hou, Aunt Lin is here to look for..."
"Take her back to her room."
Jiang Xingjian's forehead felt tight, and now just hearing Lin Jiayue's name would make him feel some unspeakable discomfort. Many times, he wondered whether it was worth giving up Song Wan for the firearm.
Heng Wu wanted to say something more, but Jiang Xingjian's eyes were stern, and she suddenly swallowed back all her words.
"Open the door."
Jiang Xingjian lost her patience and reached out to pull the bathroom door.
But as soon as he opened it half an inch, he heard a thud inside and was locked again.
"Song Wan."
Jiang Xingjian's tone was low, and she became increasingly angry when she remembered that she had rejected her grandmother's last words. With a little more force on his hand, he actually pushed the door open.
Song Wan was leaning against the door and was suddenly pushed back two steps.
She was still wearing regular clothes, and the hairpin on her head was still on. Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his eyes.
She really doesn't want to get close to him...
“Egyo is simple.”
When Song Wanzheng didn't know how to express his position, Heng Zhi walked in supporting Lin Jiayue.
It was raining heavily outside, and Lin Jiayue was soaked to the skin, standing timidly behind the two of them.
The death of Jiang Jingtong and Aunt Zhou made her completely understand how inappropriate her actions were. She imagined the world too simply and beautified many harsh and heavy worldly concepts.
But this is the price of tuition with two lives.
Lin Jiayue was very thin, and she already had big cat-like eyes, but now she looked even more pitiful.
"Jiang Xingjian, you promised me."
Big tears rolled down, making her heart burn.
She couldn't lose Jiang Xingjian. If she lost even Jiang Xingjian, what would become of all her actions and the lives of Jiang Jing and Aunt Zhou?
Lin Jiayue stepped forward and took Jiang Xingjian's hand. Jiang Xingjian lowered his head and saw a thin gauze cover on her hand.
Song Wan raised his eyes, glanced across Lin Jiayue's face, and then frowned. She didn't see the look of love in the other person's eyes, but Lin Jiayue's eyes were full of confusion and obsession.
Jiang Xingjian pulled her hand away and said softly: "You are sick, I will ask Heng Zhi to take you back."
"I won't go back."
"I can't go back, where will I go?"
Her body was soaked, and the dripping water formed a circle on the soles of her feet, as if she was imprisoned by invisible shackles that made it difficult to escape.
"Jiang Xingjian, keep your promise, and I will keep my promise."
Lin Jiayue held back her sobs and smiled slightly: "Follow me back to Xiuyan Pavilion, how about I take you to see the firearm in five days?"
Jiang Xingjian's eyes were filled with confusion. Song Wan motioned to Heng Zhi. After seeing her put on a clean robe for Lin Jiayue, he said softly: "Go prepare an umbrella and send Mr. Hou and Aunt Lin back to Xiuyan Pavilion."
Lin Jiayue looked back, suddenly embarrassed and panicked, avoiding Song Wan's gaze.
Heng Zhi supported Lin Jiayue, and Heng Wu quickly held up an umbrella and waited at the door. Jiang Xingjian looked at Song Wan and sneered, then Fang supported the person and walked out.
The two returned to Xiuyan Pavilion. Jiang Xingjian asked her to have a good rest, but Lin Jiayue took off her clothes and hugged him tightly.
Jiang Xingjian wanted to hide, but Lin Jiayue cried and kissed him on the lips: "Don't leave, I have nothing left but you..."
She really couldn't live without Jiang Xingjian.
Holding the man's thin waist, like a drowning man tightly holding the driftwood in his hand, Lin Jiayue cried and pulled the man to the Arhat bed, raised his hand and unhooked the rope buckle that tied the curtain.
