Chapter 3 I owe you too much

The journey back to Beijing was long, taking nearly two months.

But Xie Lingyun became more and more indifferent along the way. Apart from his guards who were cheerful and talkative and said a few words, he remained silent most of the time.

Even if she called him cousin one more time, the coldness all over his body would be colder than the ice and snow.

Jiang Qingyue would not provoke this cold and icy living devil.

Until they returned to the capital, the two of them lived in peace.

At the gate of Jiang Mansion, Jiang Qingyue got off the carriage and looked at the two words "Jiang Mansion" written in a flamboyant style on the plaque. She was in a trance for a moment.

The guard at the gate looked at her, didn't recognize her, and told her to go in and report, and asked her to wait outside.

While she was waiting, some of her former servants recognized her and started talking about her in low voices.

"who is she?"

"That's the second young lady who was switched. She was a slave for over ten years and still managed to come back. She's really lucky."

"So it's her. Raised by someone like the Second Madam, how can her character and sexuality be good?"

"Living a life like that in the North, how can I compare to the talented Miss Guiyu? So what if she's my biological daughter?"

The two of them did not avoid Jiang Qingyue in their discussion.

The sparrow's eyes turned red with anger.

"you……"

Jiang Qingyue stopped Que'er and glanced at the servants, "...Without the hardship I experienced for more than ten years, could your Miss Guiyu have lived such a good life for more than ten years?"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Just in front of him, a maid came out hurriedly.

When she saw Jiang Qingyue, Mother Wang's face showed a complicated expression.

Mother Wang looked carefully at the girl in front of her. She was tall and dressed in a blue, coarse cloth dress. Although she was thin, her beautiful face could not be concealed. She looked about 70% like the eldest daughter who was once famous all over the world.

It’s just that…with such a beautiful face, how can she survive in a place like a mine where all kinds of people mix together without any care?

Mother Wang bowed slightly and said, "Miss Qingyue, you're back. Madam has been missing you all the way. Come in quickly, it's freezing cold."

Jiang Qingyue nodded slightly and followed Mother Wang into the courtyard.

Until I arrived at the front of the hall, before I went in, I heard a few light coughs coming from inside.

"Brother Lu, this marriage..."

When he stopped, everyone in the room was already looking at Jiang Qingyue.

Jiang Qingyue first looked at Mrs. Jiang, her biological mother.

Next came Jiang Guiyu, who was sitting next to Mrs. Jiang, and then...

It was the man sitting in the guest seat.

He was supposed to be her childhood sweetheart and fiancé.

After a moment, Jiang Qingyue lowered her eyes, then walked straight forward and saluted Madam Jiang: "Madam..."

The moment Mrs. Jiang saw her clearly, she stood up excitedly and her eyes immediately became red.

This thin face is so similar to the eldest daughter Wanyin that anyone can tell at first glance that they are her biological daughter.

“Qingyue, you… have suffered!”

Mrs. Jiang looked at her hands clearly, which were covered with chilblains and calluses, and her heartbreak was written all over her face.

She stood up and wanted to help Jiang Qingyue.

Jiang Qingyue calmly took a step aside and helped her sit back down: "Madam, I didn't suffer much."

Madam Jiang seemed to be hurt by her action, and her eyes gradually became scorching hot. "Silly child, why call me Madam? Call me..."

"Mother, my sister has come a long way. Please let her go into the house first."

A pair of snow-white, soft hands supported Mrs. Jiang, and a faint fragrance came, accompanied by a soft and delicate voice.

Jiang Qingyue looked up and met the girl's gentle and concerned eyes.

Jiang Guiyu, the person who switched things with her.

The girl was wearing a snow-white brocade dress, revealing a small, beautiful face of about fifteen or sixteen years old, which was porcelain white and very bright and beautiful.

It seems that her biological parents raised Jiang Guiyu very well.

After saying that, Jiang Guiyu coughed twice.

She had always been in poor health and had a cough when she was born.

Mrs. Jiang immediately became concerned: "Guiyu, have you run out of cough ointment these days?"

Suddenly, everyone looked at Jiang Guiyu.

Jiang Guiyu's peaceful face finally broke into a smile. "Mom, I've been eating according to your instructions. Maybe I've caught a cold again these past two days."

Mrs. Jiang frowned with worry: "You have to be careful, your body can't suffer any more..."

After saying that, when she looked at Jiang Qingyue again, she suddenly couldn't say what she wanted to say.

Although Guiyu had been weak since childhood and suffered from illness, Qingyue had spent more than ten years in the bitter cold days of the northern frontier.

Mrs. Jiang looked loving and said, "Qingyue, you are a good child. We owe you too much..."

Before she could finish her words, Mother Wang leaned in closer and said in a low voice, "Madam, we have distinguished guests here. We can talk to Miss Qingyue about our private matters later."