"It feels really magical."
Lin Jiayue touched her belly with a little tenderness in her eyes: "I have no relatives in this world, but now that I have you and a child, it feels like my life has been filled."
She looked up at Jiang Xingjian: "Do you like him? Are you looking forward to his arrival?"
Jiang Xingjian was silent, and Lin Jiayue lowered her head: "I guess you must like it. No one doesn't like their child."
"Shall we give him a name?"
"Which word do you think is more...?"
While talking, Lin Jiayue suddenly turned pale and squatted on the ground. Qianbi jumped up in shock, and Jiang Xingjian also frowned.
"What, what is that noise?"
Suddenly, Jiang Jing's white palms hanging outside the bamboo frame when he was carried out of the yard appeared in his mind, as well as the little bits of red that splashed everywhere when Aunt Zhou died after touching a pillar.
Lin Jiayue squatted on the ground holding her head in fear.
Jiang Xingjian looked at Qianbi, and she hurriedly waved her hands to indicate that it was not her fault. The two searched the house for a long time, and then they discovered that the string of pearls hanging on the washstand was broken, and the pearls fell into the copper basin.
Qianbi hurriedly packed up her things, while Jiang Xingjian picked him up.
Lin Jiayue hugged his neck and asked cautiously: "Is it Jiang Jing? Is it Jiang Jing and Aunt Zhou who came back to find me? I didn't mean to do it. I never thought that it would kill her two."
"It's just that the beads are broken, don't worry."
Jiang Xingjian touched her head and sighed quietly: "It's better for you to rest. It's important to take good care of yourself."
Lin Jiayue nodded blankly, and after putting the person to sleep, Jiang Xingjian left and went to Huaisu's room.
As soon as he entered the door, Huaisu quickly stood up and helped him take off his robe. He also brought hot tea at the right temperature from the table. Jiang Xingjian took a sip and handed it back to Huaisu.
"Master Hou, green salt that cleanses the mouth."
After Jiang Xingjian finished speaking, he lay on the couch and let Huai Su hold his forehead.
The two of them were speechless, but Jiang Xingjian couldn't feel more relaxed.
"Who in the house knows that Jiayue is pregnant?"
Huai Su said: "Lan Yuyuan and his wife should know about it, and the doctors from other hospitals won't tell."
"Tomorrow, tell the people in the courtyard and ask them to keep their mouths shut."
Huai Su paused: "Master Hou...want to keep this child?"
Jiang Xingjian didn't answer, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Looking at his sleeping face, Huai Su bit his lip and looked worried.
Early on the next morning, Lin Jiayue had two more nannies around her. One was Jiang Xingjian's wet nurse, Aunt Li, and the other was someone who had been serving Jiang's mother for many years.
As soon as the two arrived, they looked at Xiuyan Pavilion like an iron barrel, and no one could get in or out.
Looking at this posture, Song Wan knew that the other party decided to keep the child.
When the hand that was pruning the flower branches stopped, she smiled and shook her head.
Seeing this, Heng Zhi said: "Miss, is Mr. Hou crazy?"
Song Wan lowered his eyes and stared at the flower scissors in his hands seriously: "In doing so, he must have thought that no one would know that the eldest son of a concubine was born in the Hou Mansion. He might have to seal off the main courtyard of Lanting Court tomorrow or the next day, so that I would not be able to do so." Come and go, and after ten months of this, you will send the child to my knees to be raised as your legitimate son."
"In this way, now that the Marquis Mansion has a direct descendant, the rumors outside can be dispelled."
"Miss!"
Heng Zhi's face turned pale: "Aren't you afraid that if he does this, our government won't be able to spare him if we find out?"
"It's just a guess, otherwise I really don't know why Jiang Xingjian kept this child."
The reputation of the Hou Mansion is enough to make the entire Beijing family shun it. Now, not to mention the difficult marriages of several young ladies and young masters in the manor, even Concubine Jiang and the fifth prince in the palace have been greatly affected. At such a critical moment, if the issue of the eldest son of a common concubine were to occur again, it would be a hundred harms but no good.
No matter how much Jiang Xingjian valued Lin Jiayue and was reluctant to let go of her unborn child, she should not take Concubine Jiang, the fifth prince, and the century-old foundation of the Hou Mansion as companions.
So Song Wan couldn't figure it out.
The only thing she could think of was that the Hou Mansion was strictly guarded during these ten months, preventing her from communicating with the Song Mansion.
On the day Lin Jiayue gave birth, she would end up "died in childbirth". In the future, this child could legitimately become the bloodline of the Jiang and Song families.
But Song Wan didn't say this, because she was afraid that Heng Zhi Heng Wu would be worried and do something drastic.
"Princess Lang has come into the house today. Let's see what Jiang Xingjian thinks."
Heng Zhi nodded and hurriedly went to pass the message.
Tong Heng Wu was waiting in the courtyard, both of them were very anxious. But what Song Wan didn't expect was that the news was actually delivered without any obstruction.
She was a little surprised when Mrs. Lang entered the house in the evening.
After thinking again and again, Song Wan asked her to bring a letter to Song Fu, explaining the matter of the concubine's eldest son in detail. After doing all this, Mrs. Lang said: "A few days ago, I was transferred to the Literary Selection and Cleaning Department to open a subject and became a fifth-grade doctor. I asked the old slave to say something to my grandma when he saw me, so that you don't always worry about it."
"really?"
Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother is full of knowledge and will shine wherever he goes."
The two of them talked a few more words about matters outside the house, and then Mrs. Lang left.
After she left, Song Wan said in confusion: "I heard that the eldest son of a concubine was born in the Hou Mansion, which means that Jiang Xingjian had no such plan. This is really strange."
Heng Zhi nodded and said: "I also feel that the Marquis does not dare to confuse the blood of the Jiang and Song Dynasties. If the Dongchuang incident happens, the master and the eldest young master will not let him off easily."
Song Wan frowned slightly: "I can't see what he thinks and does, which really makes me feel uneasy."
Not only Song Wan didn't understand what Jiang Xingjian was doing, but Jiang's mother and Jiang Yan were also confused. But Jiang's mother was used to being a hands-off shopkeeper, and now that her son said "don't worry," she really put it aside. , serve Mrs. Jiang wholeheartedly, and strive to let the old lady live for two more days.
Jiang Yan used his own methods to help Song Wan eliminate the danger.
As soon as Qingzhai entered the room with the new inkstone, he heard Jiang Yan say: "The eldest son of a concubine should not appear in the Hou Mansion. Today you go to find Qianbi, she knows what to do."
"My slave understands."
After placing the things on the desk, Qingzhai went to the warehouse to get gold and silver embroidery thread and left.
Before today, she didn't know that Qianbi was the second master's son. She thought that when Aunt Lin first entered the house, the second master had already arranged the chess pieces.
Thinking of this, Qingzhai's eyes showed admiration.
When she got to the door of Xiuyan Pavilion, she looked for the low-level maid in the Lan courtyard and asked her to find Qianbi.
Not long after, Qianbi stood in the room, and Qingzhai talked to her through the window: "A few days ago, when I was receiving the government regulations, I heard you said that Aunt Lin didn't have enough gold and silver embroidery thread here. I have more this month, so I gave it to her. Aunt Lin sent it."
He handed the thing to Aunt Li, but before she could take it, she heard Qianbi say: "I'm sorry, Miss Qingzhai, our aunt has been lazy recently and hasn't done any embroidery work for a long time."
"But Xiuyan Pavilion is indeed out of gold and silver embroidery thread. I still owe Aunt Huaisu two more. I wonder if Sister Qingzhai can give me this job?"
Qing Zhai nodded and gave the things to Nanny Li, asking her to pass them to Huai Su.
When he returned to Yulingzhai, Jiang Yan was writing and writing, Qingzhai said: "Second Master, Qianbi said that Huaisu took action before us."
"Huai Su?"
Qing Zhai nodded, but Jiang Yan frowned: "Help her if necessary."
"This slave knows."
Seeing that Jiang Yan was focusing all his energy on the scroll, Qingzhai carefully exited the study.
Jiang Yan sketched a graceful figure in his brush strokes. He wrote skillfully, as if every line had been traced countless times. The person's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be carved into his bones and blood. He couldn't help but feel the tips of his ears heat up every time he showed something.
When the person in his heart appeared on the page, his eyebrows relaxed, but there was a mixture of infatuation and sadness.
Carefully rolling up the painting, Jiang Yan found a brazier and slowly lit it.
The paper ashes scattered and disappeared from the world, just like the secret thoughts in his heart that could not be told to others, could not be revealed to the light of day.
