Chapter 48 It’s time to find a husband that suits your eyes!

The moonlight and the night breeze bring a sense of spring from time to time.

But the entire Chongzhou Xie family remained silent.

When Mr. Xie heard the news that Xie Qiao had woken up, he hurried over with his crutches. The moment he saw Xie Qiao's expression, he didn't even dare to say a word.

After paying his respects, he turned around and waited in the main hall, fearing that the master of the house had something to tell him.

No one in the main hall dared to make a sound.

After learning that their master had been stabbed, they were terrified and quickly sent people to the capital to spread the news.

Later, Fu Cang asked them to send people to search the carriage under the cliff. Only then did they find out that the head of the family’s wife, who had not yet married, was in the carriage!

They had seen the master personally attend the wedding before, and they knew that this lady was very much favored by the master.

Now that his wife has been murdered, the head of the family will be furious when he wakes up and learns the news.

In the dark night, Xie Qiao leaned against the bed.

He listened quietly as Fu Cang recounted what happened that night after he fell into a coma.

After Fu Cang finished speaking, he did not dare to look at Xie Qiao's expression, he just lowered his head and said: "After returning, I sent people to search and rescue, but the locals said that the cliff was very high, no one could get up after falling down, and there was no way to get down. This matter is due to my poor performance, please punish me, Master!"

Xie Qiao didn't say anything. For the first time, his usually stern face was a little dazed. After a long while, he said calmly, "Did you see her fall with your own eyes?"

Fu Cang's voice trembled, he didn't dare to recall that night.

He could only lower his head even lower: "Yes, I saw the young lady's carriage rushing off the cliff with my own eyes."

There was another long silence.

Xie Qiao had clearly woken up, but at this moment, he seemed to be even more dead.

Fu Cang's throat tightened: "Young Master..."

Xie Qiao said indifferently: "I'm fine, I don't blame you for this."

Fu Cang said: "Thank you, sir. As for the young lady..."

"There is no such thing as a young lady." Xie Qiao propped himself up. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to feel no pain. He slowly put on his coat and said, "Ajin is the wife of the head of the Xie family. This will not change."

Fu Cang said: "Yes."

In fact, when his wife asked him to take the young master away, he had already regarded Song Jin as his only wife in his heart.

The reason why she was called the young lady was because she was very young and had always been well-behaved and cute.

Fu Cang did not explain, but just watched Xie Qiao get up from the bed.

He had no anger, no emotions.

But the more this happened, the more Fu Cangcai felt that the young master was worrying.

The last time the young master looked like this was after he came back from the temple, but now he looks even more terrifying than before.

He looked clear, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Cang followed behind Xie Qiao and advised, "Master, you just woke up, why don't you take a good rest first?"

Xie Qiao said coldly: "No need, go prepare the car."

Fu Cang didn't dare to say much, he just went out quickly, and when Xie Qiao walked to the gate, the carriage was already ready.

Xie Qiao boarded the carriage alone and said calmly, "Let's go to Chunliu Lane."

Fu Cang didn't know what to say.

I just think that the young master is too normal. It would be good for him to go to Chunliu Lane to vent his emotions.

The carriage was moving slowly in Chongzhou City. Xie Qiao leaned against the carriage. Severe ischemia left him without strength.

But his eyes and mind were extremely clear.

Fu Cang said.

Song Jin fell off the cliff along with the carriage.

No remains were found.

He heard every word clearly, but he suddenly felt that he could not understand Fu Cang's meaning.

He couldn't imagine what the scene would be like.

Not true.

This doesn't seem real.

Once thoughts stagnate, time flies fast.

It seemed like only a moment had passed until Fu Cang stopped the carriage and reminded him that they had arrived at Chunliu Lane.

Xie Qiao lifted the car curtain and glanced at the somewhat quiet alley.

He always felt that Chunliu Lane was so quiet, so quiet that the pomegranate trees at the end of the lane made no sound in the wind.

He got out of the car indifferently and walked straight into Chunliu Lane.

The scene at this moment seemed to overlap with when he came to see Song Jin three months ago. He walked to the door of Song Jin's house, raised his hand and looked.

No one responded.

There was no sound inside.

Even the last person to walk out of this door was himself.

As he thought of this, a hint of scarlet appeared at the corners of his mouth again.

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and Xie Qiao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Fu Cang followed behind Xie Qiao, he was a little worried: "Sir."

Xie Qiao raised his hand: "Nothing."

Then he pushed open the door to the yard and walked in.

No one came to the yard, just like the day he left.

He went into the bedroom and lit the candle.

There was only half a candle left and the light was not very bright.

Xie Qiao sat down quietly at the square table. He subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the kitchen.

Usually at this time, Song Jin should be cooking in the kitchen.

But now, no.

Nothing at all.

There isn't even a person named Song Jin.

Xie Qiao closed his eyes, stood up, walked to the bed and lay down.

He still clearly remembered that there was a little girl beside him, and they made love every night on this bed and under that bed curtain.

He listened to the little girl's thoughts.

Listen to her shouting that she likes it.

But now, no.

Nothing at all.

There is only the silent night and the noisy wind outside.

The bed became messy because Song Jin took down the bed curtains, and a small brocade bag slipped into Xie Qiao's hand at some point.

He was slightly stunned and picked up the brocade bag in his hand.

It was something he had never seen before.

But this brocade bag seems to have been here for a long time.

He wiped the blood off his fingertips and carefully opened the light yellow brocade bag embroidered with lilies.

Inside is a talisman.

Xie Qiaoren had no idea what the pattern was, but he recognized the two words "同心" (concentric) in the middle.

He felt a blow in his heart.

This is the love talisman that Song Jin obtained.

He curled his lips and smiled slightly.

Song Jin, that little liar.

She also said she didn't like him.

But those voices in the heart and this talisman cannot deceive people at all.

He could imagine the girl devoutly placing the love talisman under the bed, begging them sincerely to be able to communicate with each other.

The girl is bright and real.

But the figure disappeared in the candlelight.

And then never again.

He lost forever the little girl whose eyes were full of him.

His little wife.

Song Brocade.

Fu Cang was guarding outside the door, listening anxiously to the sounds coming from the bedroom, but it was quiet inside, with no sound at all.

Just when Fu Cang was thinking that the young master would not do anything unreasonable, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Fu Cang felt relieved: "Young Master."

Xie Qiao was seen holding a bundle with something unknown inside. Fu Cang wanted to take it, but Xie Qiao dodged him.

Fu Cang's hands were empty and he followed straight after him.

Xie Qiao walked to the carriage without saying a word. Fu Cang whispered, "Sir, the Xie family branch has sent your news back to Kyoto. Chongzhou is no longer safe. Can you return to Beijing as soon as possible?"

Xie Qiao's cold and emotionless voice came: "Not yet, I have things to do in Chongzhou."

Fu Cang was puzzled, but still replied, "Yes."

In the dark night, the carriage drove alone towards the Xie family.

Like a lonely soul, he can no longer find the direction he should go.

I will never see the sun again.

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One year later, in Kyoto, spring is in the air.

It had just snowed in Kyoto, but the snow seemed to have taken away the last bit of coldness. When exposed to the sun, the snow completely melted, leaving only a faint smell of snow.

Just after the noon hour, at a small street corner in Lingjiaofang.

A graceful figure swiftly took down the wooden board that was bolting the door in front of the shop, and with a creaky sound, the very old door was opened.

The sunlight poured in as the door was pushed open, bringing with it the smell of melted snow and was very cool.

The girl who opened the door couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air.

If you smell it carefully, it seems to have the scent of flowers.

only……

The girl coughed twice due to the dust falling from the wooden door.

"Ajin." Against the light, a figure appeared in front of the girl. The man was holding a piece of bacon and wearing an official uniform.

It’s just that there are too many officials in Kyoto, and his position is not high, so no one in Tsuen Wan cares about him.

Wang Xian walked up to Song Jin and saw the girl in front of him coughing because of choking. He said in a gentle voice: "Ajin, your door is really too old."

"Brother Wang, you're here? Come in and sit down!" Song Jin pinched his nose and suppressed his cough: "I was planning to change it after I'm completely warm!"

As Song Jin spoke, she took the bacon from Wang Xian's hand and said, "Aunt, why did you bring me bacon again? I've gained weight from eating so much recently!"

Wang Xian walked in and sat casually at the small table, saying with a smile: "You are not fat at all, you have done a lot of work today, eat some meat to replenish your body."

"Okay, I'll make some cakes and send them to my aunt in the evening!" Song Jin put the bacon on the counter.

Wang Xian looked at the busy figure of the girl in front of him, and then looked around her shop.

Her small pastry shop is not big and the location is not very good. There is only room for two small tables in the shop.

He asked, "Ajin, do you want to move to a bigger place, or one that's closer to my home? That way it will be more convenient for me to take care of you."

Song Jin quickly packed up a few freshly baked snacks and placed them in front of Wang Xian: "No need, Brother Wang, I have enough here. The shop is too big and I can't handle it."

Song Jin said as he sat opposite him and poured a cup of tea in front of Wang Xian: "Brother Wang, have some tea."

Wang Xian nodded and looked at the girl in front of him.

Today she was wearing a light yellow spring shirt and a light pink skirt, with her sleeves tied up with loops and her head wrapped with a small scarf for convenience when working.

The whole person is neat and cute.

He couldn't help but recall that he had been waiting for Song Jin to come to see him in the inn in Chongzhou, and he thought that she wanted to draw a line between them and live her own life.

Even though he was a little worried, he still didn't cause trouble for Song Jin.

Their engagement is no longer valid.

But he didn't expect that two months after he returned to Kyoto, Song Jin suddenly appeared in front of his door.

To his surprise, he learned that Song Jin's husband had passed away, so she had to come to Kyoto alone.

She was unfamiliar with the place and had no choice but to come to him.

With his help, she got her dowry and rented a small shop in Lingjiaofang to sell cakes.

Now it’s been a year in a flash.

He did not arrange marriage during this year. His parents knew what he was thinking but did not urge him.

He looked at the little girl in front of him——

It's been a year, and she should have forgotten her late husband.

As long as Song Jin is willing, his engagement with Song Jin will still stand.

One is that this was what he and Song Feng had agreed upon, and it was reasonable for him to take care of Song Jin.

Another thing is that this little girl is really likable.

He had no objection to marrying her.

Song Jin pushed the teacup over and just happened to meet Wang Xian's expression.

Song Jin pursed her lips, pretending not to see it, and said, "Brother Wang, is it time for you to go on duty?"

Wang Xian raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside.

It was already daybreak, and he should indeed go to the Ministry of Revenue for duty. It was the beginning of the new year, and the Ministry was very busy at that time.

Wang Xian stood up, and Song Jin handed the wrapped cake to him: "Brother Wang, take it and eat it for lunch."

Wang Xian did not refuse. He nodded, picked up the cakes and left.

Song Jin walked him all the way to the door. As she watched Wang Xian's back getting farther and farther away, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

She understood Brother Wang’s intentions.

Brother Wang is a man who keeps his promises. It is not surprising that he wants to marry me because of the agreement he made with his brother.

But Song Jin knew that she only regarded Wang Xian as a brother.

Just a brother.

She shouldn't delay Wang Xian from finding a good marriage partner.

and……

It has been nearly a year and she has settled down in Kyoto.

It's time to find a husband that suits your eyes!