Chapter 63 Chapter 63 I Don't Believe You

Jiang Wu didn't expect to meet Song Jinye here, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. In fact, if he hadn't taken the initiative to speak and reveal his identity, she might not have recognized who he was immediately.

It's because he looks like a completely different person compared to the last time we met.

His cheeks were sunken, and there was a dark spot under his eyes. The clothes that once fit him perfectly now looked as empty as a hanging skeleton. He reeked of alcohol so strongly that it seemed to rot and stink.

Song Jin, whose hair hadn't been washed in ages and was now dripping with oil, walked towards her with a gloomy face, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Are you surprised to see me, cousin? I'm different. I've been wanting to see you for a long time."

As he approached, Jiang Wu, who was about to faint from the stench, noticed that his walking posture was extremely strange.

One of the legs was even dragging on the ground in a twisted shape.

His legs looked like they had been broken by someone.

I don’t know which hero will come to enforce justice.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time since that day. I always thought you had left the capital." Jiang Wu concealed the surprise in his eyes and finally confirmed that what he saw was not a so-called dream. Even Song Jin's leg was indeed broken by someone.

Jiang Wu did not feel sorry for his experience, but instead believed that everything he had now was his own fault.

Noticing her gaze on his legs, Song Jin's expression twisted for a moment, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His shrill, piercing voice rose, "Why, seeing me like this, are you feeling smug and proud?"

"Jiang Wanwan, why am I like this while you are still the Prime Minister's wife, living a life of luxury?"

"You should just rot in the mud like me! Become a rat crossing the street that everyone shouts and beats!"

Jiang Wu, whose wrists were tied behind her back with thick ropes, hadn't yet struggled to free herself when she noticed the knife in his hand. A shiver ran down her spine, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Calm down. It's not like I've ever wanted to laugh at you, but you're not the only one being laughed at."

"I'm calm. I've never been so calm as I am now." Song Jin, who had fallen into madness since his future was ruined, also squatted down and gently tapped her face with the back of the knife. In a trance, he thought of how she looked when he first met her.

What I miss more is the self who was full of vigor and had a bright future, rather than living like a rat in the gutter that anyone can step on like now.

A selfish person like Song Jin never looks for problems within himself.

He could only blame Jiang Wu for not being obedient, otherwise he wouldn't have become like this.

Jiang Wu, with his Adam's apple rolling and swallowing saliva, was afraid that the knife would cut his face. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone provoke him easily. Instead, he said tolerantly, "If my death can make everything return to the way it was, then I am willing to die."

"But have you ever thought that it wasn't me who made you like this? And the person you want to take revenge on shouldn't be me."

Hearing this, Song Jinye's emotions suddenly became agitated, his voice as harsh as nails scratching on straw paper, "If not you, then who else could it be! If you had just been obedient, how could I have ended up like this? I should have been able to see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, be the high-spirited third place winner in the imperial examination, and even enter the cabinet and become the youngest Prime Minister in history!"

Instead of being like he is now, a notorious cripple with a broken leg.

How could all this not make Song Jin feel hatred and resentment, and he wanted to eat the person in front of him alive.

Jiang Wu raised her head, meeting his crazed eyes fearlessly, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Song Rongan, I actually think you're quite pathetic. Even at this point, you still can't figure out who's really trying to harm you?"

Just as he was about to deny it, Jiang Wu, whose blade was about to cut the rope behind him, spoke first, "You say I harmed you, but have I ever truly done anything to hurt you? I think you should know I didn't. Counting carefully from the time we met until now, I've always treated you like a nephew. It was you, on the other hand, who made one mistake after another because of a few false tears from others."

"Even now, you still blame all your failures on me. Don't you just not want to admit that you were wrong?" The last sentence was full of mockery.

"Shut up! I'm not wrong. I can't be the one who's wrong!" Song Jin looked like an incompetent and furious person at this moment. His face flushed red and his pupils bulged outwards. "I think you're tired of living!"

Jiang Wu didn't avoid his threat this time. The corners of his lips curled up in mockery. "You know, I actually knew about the bet between you three from the beginning."

These few short words were like a bolt of lightning to Song Jin. His lips moved but no sound came out, like a goose with its neck strangled.

"Are you wondering why I know this?" Jiang Wu narrowed her eyes as he took a step back. She pressed on, "Not only do I know this, but I also know that you're not betting because I'm unworthy of my husband. It's simply because Shen Tingxue loves my husband, and you can't bear to see your beloved cry."

"Because he couldn't bear the unpleasant reputation of Chen Tingxue being a second wife, he wanted to ruin my reputation and let me die in some unknown corner. Even the initiator of the gambling was you, Song Jin. I don't know if I'm right."

Jiang Wu ignored his face, which had turned livid with anger after being hit on the head. She shook her head with a mixture of regret and pity, and sighed softly, "Tell me, if you hadn't softened your heart so many times because of Shen Tingxue's tears, and attacked me when she exaggerated and accused me of bullying her, how could you be like this now? You should have been a promising third place scholar, and one day even the youngest Prime Minister."

Killing is easy, but attacking one's heart is the most painful and desperate way to die.

While he was stunned, Jiang Wu quickly broke free, cut the thick rope with the blade in his sleeve, and hit his chin hard with his head.

She ran out quickly while he was in pain. When she was about to open the door, she found that it was locked from the outside.

And, she smelled the scent of varnish.

Song Jin, clutching his chin, didn't intend to take her back. He just stood there, watching her trying all sorts of tricks to survive. His hoarse voice was filled with the madness and viciousness of death. "Jiang Wanwan, although I admit that what you said makes sense, you're going to die with me later."

"Don't worry, someone will definitely come tomorrow morning. I just don't know what they will think when they see the pure and innocent Prime Minister's wife and I both dying in this dilapidated temple." Song Jin also took out the prepared fire starter, blew it gently, and threw it to the ground.

In the dilapidated temple, which was originally illuminated only by a little moonlight, a flame quickly broke out, burning half of it red.

"Jiang Wanwan, don't waste your energy. You are destined to die with me!" Song Jin knew that what she said was right, but is it necessarily right?

Jiang Wu, who was smashing the door with a bench, heard his laughter and couldn't help but turn around and curse: "Madman, you are a madman!"

Song Jin, who sat quietly on the spot, letting the fire snake crawl and devour him, also laughed out loud, his laughter filled with endless sadness and coldness, "Crazy? I was fucking crazy eight hundred years ago."

Suddenly, he smiled very gently, "But it doesn't matter. I'll be very satisfied if I can drag you to be buried with me before I die."

As if to prove his words, no matter how hard Jiang Wu banged on the door or called for help, no one came. Only the fire, fanned by the wind, turned into a fiery dragon, ready to devour her at any moment.

Is she really going to die here?

No, she was unwilling to accept it. It was clearly someone else who should die, not her, Jiang Wu!

"Jiang Wanwan, are you in there?" At this moment, Jiang Wu, who had been hitting the door with a bench and whose hands were red, swollen and bleeding, heard a voice like the sound of nature in despair.

She didn't know if it was just hallucination before she died, but as long as she heard it, she would seize the last chance.

"I'm here! I'm inside! Save me!" Jiang Wu didn't know who the person outside was, and there was only one thought in his mind.

As long as they can rescue her, it doesn't matter who comes.

Ji Xiao, who was about to leave, heard a faint cry for help from inside. All he saw was a blazing fire. His heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible big hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

He kicked the door open regardless of the fire inside.

"Wanwan, it's me, I'm here to find you!"

Ji Xiao, who had been restless since this morning, wanted to apologize to her. He tossed and turned until night when he finally made up his mind. He climbed into her yard as if he was familiar with the place, but he didn't see her. Instead, he saw a maid who was drugged and fainted. His heart skipped a beat and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Something happened to her, definitely something happened to her.

He wanted to go find Xie Ji immediately to tell her about her disappearance, but he was frozen in place the moment he took a step. If he really went to find Xie Ji, how would he explain his presence here?

Even if there is nothing innocent between him and Jiang Wanwan, people with ulterior motives would not think so. They would only think that she is fickle and praise him for being romantic and passionate.

He already felt guilty towards her and wanted to make amends, so how could he do anything to hurt her again?

With his jaw clenched, Ji Xiao looked back at the room where she was not. He gritted his teeth, turned around and asked his confidant to follow him to look for her, while he rode his horse to the places where she might appear in his dream.

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

After kicking the door open, Ji Xiao didn't care about the other people inside. His mind and eyes were filled with Jiang Wu, who was trapped in the fire. With sweaty palms, he picked her up and walked out. "Wanwan, it's me. I'm sorry I'm late."

"Hold on a little longer, I'll take you to see a doctor right away."

Jiang Wu, who hadn't been burned to death but had been nearly shaken to death by him on the horse, struggled to open her eyes amid his nagging sobs. The first thing she said was, "Can you put me down? I feel like vomiting."

After hearing her intermittent voice, Ji Xiao immediately put her down, and was so flustered that he didn't even know where to put his hands. "Um, are you okay?"

Even though he had saved her, Jiang Wu was still wary of him. "How did you know I was here?"

"I..." Ji Xiao's lips were half open and half closed, but he couldn't utter a word, and he didn't dare to meet her sharp gaze.

He couldn't say that he knew she was here because in his dream, this was where she was buried.

"Let's go back first." Jiang Wu interrupted the man, who was about to say something. She didn't have the energy to deal with him right now. She had just vomited all her internal organs, and even her hands and feet were still weak.

As she stood up, she felt dizzy and her legs went weak and she was about to fall to the ground when a strong hand with distinct joints reached out to her.

Jiang Wu pursed her red lips and looked at the hand extended to her. She ignored the man's expectant and cautious eyes and stood up with one hand on the ground.

Jiang Wu looked at the horse grazing with its head down, frowning, and for the first time in his life, he said something pretentious, "Can we change to a carriage?"

If she continued to ride his horse back, she was afraid that she would not even have the strength to vomit.

On the way back to the city, Jiang Wu leaned against the carriage and dozed off with his eyes closed.

Ji Xiao, who was in charge of driving the car outside, wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back at his lips. He hung his head, looking more and more aggrieved, like an abandoned big dog.

It wasn't until the carriage was about to approach Xie's house that Ji Xiao, who had been preparing a speech all the way, mustered up the courage to speak, "If you need help in the future, you can come to me."

Jiang Wu opened his eyes and sneered, "Can I trust you?"

"Yes, I'll be there whenever you look for me!" Ji Xiao clenched his fists, afraid that she wouldn't believe him, so he answered quickly and hastily.

"But I don't believe you." These words floated lightly, and they disappeared after just two steps, without the need for wind.