Chapter 53 He wants love.

After leaving Jinming Lake, Song Jin followed Wang Xian back to the carriage. Only then did she feel the coolness behind her disappear.

But Xie Qiao stood at the door and watched Song Jin leave with Wang Xian. The carriage moved slowly, but Xie Qiao's eyes were still fixed on the carriage, wishing he could leave with it.

Fu Cang has been following behind Xie Qiao.

The young master was being too strange today, he didn't want to bring bad luck upon himself.

Sometimes it's not that he calls me young master, it's just that his personality is really weird.

Before, he was just a bit cold-tempered, but after his wife passed away, he became even worse.

The laughter that came out of nowhere from his mouth just now was sinister and very creepy.

He shuddered as he listened.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the young man in front of him.

I complained quietly in my heart.

The young master had never been to the Jinmingchi Spring Banquet before, so naturally he had never been here either.

This time he finally came, he didn't see anything and was actually scared by the young master.

Sir, could it be that you have gone mad after seeing the boys and girls in the Jinming Lake?

Fu Cang was lost in his thoughts when he suddenly heard Xie Qiao calling him. He quickly collected his thoughts and replied, "Young Master."

Xie Qiao's cold voice was emotionless. He turned his back to Fu Cang and asked in a low voice, "Did you see Ah Jin's carriage fall off the cliff that night?"

Fu Cang's heart tightened.

He didn't expect that almost a year had passed since this incident, and Xie Qiao actually asked about it again.

Sure enough, the young master was stimulated today.

Fu Cang replied in a low voice: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Xie Qiao asked again: "Before the carriage fell, did Ah Jin ask for help in the carriage? Did you see her?"

Fu Cang was stunned by the question.

He calmly recalled that night and found that the carriage was running wildly, but there was no cry for help from his wife from inside the carriage.

That's not quite right.

Even if the lady didn't know he was following her outside, it is human instinct to ask for help. She should have struggled to survive and shouldn't have just accepted her fate.

"I didn't hear Madam's voice." Then Fu Cang guessed, "Could it be that the carriage was shaking violently and Madam hit her head in the carriage and fainted at that time?"

Xie Qiao remained silent.

He thought so before he saw Song Jin leaving with Wang Xian today.

But the girl is still as cheerful as before, without any shadow at all.

If a person falls off a cliff, even if she survives by chance, she will suffer great psychological trauma and will need to recuperate for a year or so.

There is no way she could be like this today.

unless……

Xie Qiao suddenly realized.

Unless Song Jin was no longer in the carriage when it was galloping, she had no intention of waiting for Fu Cang in the carriage. Instead, she planned to sneak away after Fu Cang took her away on horseback!

yes.

He almost forgot.

He went out of town late that night just to bring back his disobedient and even deceitful little wife.

She had no intention of following him back.

Naturally, if you have the chance, you will continue to escape.

Xie Qiao felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know whether he should thank Song Jin for being naughty and lying.

Because of this, she was able to escape.

Xie Qiao had mixed feelings. There were so many things he wanted to ask Song Jin, but he couldn't do it now.

He could guess that as soon as he showed up, the little girl might pack her bags and run away overnight.

This won't work.

He wanted love, he wanted the love of that little girl.

He doesn't want hatred.

Xie Qiao sighed, and walked out of Jinming Lake: "Go back home."

Fu Cang hurriedly caught up and reminded him, "Sir, the second young master hasn't come out yet. Should we wait for him?"

Xie Qiao didn't even stop: "No need."

He had more important things to do when he returned.

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In Jinming Lake, many girls were having fun.

Yang Wanying sat in front of the stone table beside Jinming Lake. She sat in a dignified posture, with a round fan in her hand that was barely visible, and her eyes were indifferent.

Instead, the girl in front of her was chattering non-stop: "Aying, tell me! Are my parents really too much? How could they let me marry that damn dude!"

Yang Wanying said "hmm" lightly.

Then she turned her eyes and saw a person hiding in the corner, looking at her furtively.

Yang Wanying curled the corners of her mouth.

Ever since Xie Zheng came back from the border a year ago, he has been around her all the time, but she has never understood what Xie Zheng wants to do.

Following Yang Wanying's gaze, the girl opposite also saw Xie Zheng.

She first waved to Xie Zheng enthusiastically, and when Xie Zheng walked over, she whispered to Yang Wanying: "Aying, why is your husband here?"

Yang Wanying smiled indifferently. She glanced at Xie Zheng and said casually, "Maybe it's because I'm too bored at home."

The girl was puzzled: "Is that so?"

In fact, it wasn't just Xie Zheng who felt strange. It was also strange for the two of them to get married in the first place.

As Aying's close friend, she had always known that Aying had secretly married the second son of the Zheng family. But she didn't know what happened. In just a few days, Aying married Xie Zheng, who was not related to her at all.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Wanying and Xie Zheng had been married for two years, but Xie Zheng left for the border on the third day of their marriage and did not return until a year ago.

She hadn't seen Aying and Xie Zheng appear together this whole year.

To be honest, she almost forgot about Xie Zheng.

Xie Zheng walked over with a smile on his face, nodded to Yang Wanying first, and then said to the girl: "Miss Yan Yi, you are here too?"

Yan Yi found it strange: "Of course I'm here, didn't I ask Ying to come over?"

Xie Zheng suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. I thought my wife wanted to come to Jinming Lake to play. I was afraid that my wife would be lonely, so I came to find her. I didn't expect to disturb you."

Yan Yi has a simple personality. She quickly waved her hand and said, "Don't bother me. I have to go back soon. Ah Ying, let's make an appointment next time."

Yang Wanying nodded apologetically, with a faint smile on her face, she stood up and watched Yan Yi leave.

Then she turned around and asked, "Why is my husband so free today? Why did he come to see me?"

Her voice was gentle, but there was distance in her eyes, and it was even obvious that her brows were slightly furrowed.

Obviously very unhappy.

Xie Zheng swallowed his saliva and said, "To be honest, I didn't come here to see you. My mother insisted on bringing my brother to a blind date. I had no choice but to say that I came here to see you, and that's how I tricked my brother into coming here."

Yang Wanying raised her eyebrows: "Is that so?"

Xie Zheng confirmed: "That's it."

"Well then." Yang Wanying fanned herself slowly, "Since uncle is here, there is no reason for me not to go and see him. You take me to meet uncle, and on the way, we can see who my mother has chosen for his wife."

Xie Zheng naturally knew that Yang Wanying didn't believe him.

He simply led the way: "My brother is in the warm room now."

Yang Wanying didn't say anything else. She just stood up gracefully, straightened her wrinkled skirt, and followed Xie Zheng.

It wasn’t far before they reached the warm room.

As soon as he turned the corner, Xie Zheng saw that Fu Cang, who was guarding the door, was gone. He was a little puzzled and knocked on the door before entering.

But no one answered from inside.

Xie Zheng turned around and secretly glanced at Yang Wanying who had a bad look on her face.

He plucked up his courage and pushed open the door of the warm room.

Sure enough, there was no one inside.

Help!

Where is my brother!

Doesn't he usually never go out?

How come my legs and feet became so nimble once I got to Jinmingchi!

Xie Zheng felt a chill on his back. He turned around and said to Yang Wanying, "Madam, I can explain..."

Yang Wanying just raised her hand slightly to stop Xie Zheng from speaking.

She tilted her head and said to the maids, "Go down and wait for me first."

After the maids left, the door was just closed.

Xie Zheng was grabbed by the collar by Yang Wanying on the spot, and she took two steps and pushed Xie Zheng by the collar to the edge of the table.

She frowned and spoke in a low voice. The graceful and gentle manner she had just shown outside was completely gone. Her brows were furrowed, and she had a bit of the heroic spirit that only belongs to a military general.

She was a little impatient: "Xie Zheng, you have to understand that our marriage is just a cooperative relationship. What you should think about now is how to bring down the Zheng family and how to kill that bastard Zheng Er. You don't need the rest of your extra feelings at all. Do you understand?"

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Xie Qiao closed his eyes to rest in the carriage, but as soon as he closed his eyes, all he saw was Song Jin's appearance today.

She was still as pretty and lovely as ever, and she was not timid even when talking to those noble ladies, and was in no way inferior to them.

She even did as he had originally thought, looking for a good young man and a good husband in Kyoto.

He saw with his own eyes how well matched the flower-like girl and those young men were.

Compared with him, he is an old man with his days and days left.

Full of deathly aura.

He sneered. He still doubted today whether the little girl he saw was a ghost.

But now it seems that he is more like a wandering ghost.

Song Jin didn't want it, even if he escaped at night.

A wandering ghost.

As Xie Qiao thought about it, a chill emanated from his entire body.

Fu Cang, who was sitting next to the driver, shuddered suddenly.

He glanced hesitantly at the sun.

The sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes. How can it be cold?

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Xie family's door.

The servant who had been waiting at the door saw Xie Qiao coming back and hurried forward to put the stool in place. When Xie Qiao got out of the carriage, the servant hurriedly said, "Master, the lady is waiting for you in the ancestral hall. She said that you should go to the ancestral hall to see her when you come back."

Xie Qiao nodded slowly: "Got it."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the Xie Family Ancestral Hall.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw his mother burning incense to the ancestors of the Xie family one by one.

Xie Qiao walked in and stood behind his mother: "Mom, are you looking for me?"

Mrs. Xie didn't even turn her head.

She clasped her hands together and bowed to the tablets. She didn't even glance at Xie Qiao and just said coldly, "Have you seen the girl I arranged for you today?"

Xie Qiao said bluntly: "No."

He emphasized for the thirty-second time: "Mother, you don't have to worry about my marriage anymore."

Mrs. Xie became angry when she heard this.

She clasped her hands together and shouted, "Get down on your knees!"

Xie Qiao frowned, but still knelt respectfully with his body straight.

When Mrs. Xie turned around, she saw her eldest son like this.

"Look at what you have become! You know how difficult it is for me to find a good marriage for you at your age, but you don't even bother to look at it!"

Madam Xie turned around and stared at him: "I know you are deeply in love, so I didn't say anything when you got married in Chongzhou with a spirit tablet a year ago! But how long are you going to keep doing this!"

As Mrs. Xie was speaking, the candle that had been burning in the ancestral hall suddenly exploded.

Mrs. Xie took a deep breath.

She lowered her voice and said, "I, your mother, don't have any requests. I just want you to find a living one! A living one is enough! If you can't even satisfy this, I will shave your hair today, and you can become a monk tomorrow! Don't let the Xie family hinder your practice!"