Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Be His Wife

Siqin's head was aching again and again.

She remembered it all.

The six-year-old boy often followed his uncle to the Ministry of Works, and that year the Tongtian Tower suddenly collapsed.

The son-in-law and the young master were both taken to jail while they were still in the Ministry of Works.

The son-in-law is an honest official and would never be corrupt. He must have been framed. The lady was busy taking care of the son-in-law's affairs despite being pregnant. The son-in-law's friend, Marquis Anlu, suddenly came to the Shen Mansion, and the lady sought help from Marquis Anlu.

That bastard actually let his wife follow him. His wife and her brother-in-law's child was about to be born, yet he said such a ridiculous thing, taking advantage of the situation to rob his friend's wife. He is such a beast!

Moreover, he was already married, and his two wives often visited each other and had a deep friendship.

The lady was so angry that she gave birth prematurely. Only an hour later, a group of soldiers came to search the house overnight. The lady placed the jade pendant given by the young master to the girl in the swaddling clothes and entrusted the girl to Siqin. She also gave the guards that her son-in-law had left for the lady to Siqin, who escorted the two of them away safely through the secret passage.

Siqin took the girl and fled overnight, but hiding from the pursuers was not a solution.

Thinking of the oppression that the dog marquis had put on his wife, Siqin felt that something was fishy. She was afraid that the dog marquis was framing his son-in-law in order to steal his wife.

Siqin knew that Gou Hou had a mistress outside, who was also born in this month.

Wang Huilan was determined to have a child and went to the temple to pray. Siqin and the guards deliberately frightened her on her way back.

Wang Huilan showed signs of miscarriage. The mountain was desolate, with no village in front and no shop behind. It started to drizzle. Siqin, dressed as a midwife, "happened" to pass by and took her to the dilapidated house to give birth.

Having just experienced her wife's childbirth, Siqin imitated the midwife's technique to deliver the baby for Wang Huilan. She sent away the maids and, together with the guards, exchanged the daughters of the Shen and Xiao families on a rainy night.

If it weren't for Gou Hou's interference, how could the daughter of the Shen family have fallen to this point?

After the children were swapped, the two headed south. The guard, worried about the son-in-law, decided to go back and observe the situation secretly. Siqin took Wang Huilan's child and hid in a small town outside the capital, waiting for the Shen family to redress their grievances.

A powerful town bully set his sights on Siqin, a young and beautiful girl, traveling alone with a baby, dressed simply, looking like a widow. The bully sent his men to abduct Siqin and take her home, intending to rape her at night. Siqin refused, and during a scuffle with the bully, she fell, hit her head, and bled profusely.

She seemed to be dead. The bully just wanted to pick the flower and taste it, and didn't want to kill anyone. He was frightened by the scene and hurriedly ordered his men to throw her and the baby girl into the ravine overnight.

Tian Laoyao came to the mansion to deliver firewood. Seeing Siqin, who had been taken abducted, with her fair and delicate face, he was moved. After a long argument in the kitchen over wages, he was leaving the mansion through the back door when he saw several servants carrying someone. He looked closely and saw that it was the beautiful woman under the white cloth, and another servant was following behind with a baby girl in his arms. The group hurriedly left.

As the night deepened, Tian Laoyao quietly followed. They abandoned the people and the baby in the valley and fled in a hurry. The baby girl kept crying, and Tian Laoyao couldn't bear it anymore. He went over and picked up the baby, then checked the woman's breath.

Breathing faintly, not dead.

Tian Laoyao breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I scared myself."

Siqin was rescued by him. She was unconscious for many days before she woke up. She had forgotten who she was, and she didn't even remember giving birth to a child.

Tian Laoyao told her that she was an embroiderer in the town, and they had secretly agreed to spend their lives together, and she had even given birth to a daughter for him.

In this way, Siqin became his daughter-in-law and settled down in Tianjiatun.

A few years later, Tian Laoyao fell from a mountain while chopping wood and died, and Siqin became a real widow.

The old man and the second son of the Tian family competed with her for the family property. Siqin was traumatized by her miscarriage and went crazy, becoming incoherent day by day.

As the east dawned, Siqin pulled herself out of the painful memories. She didn't know whether her son-in-law had overturned the verdict, or how the lady was doing now. She only knew that the child swapping incident was exposed a few months ago, and the real daughter of the marquis's mansion was taken back.

It was also a rainy night. She was taken away from the countryside by several strange men and kept in this house, receiving treatment from a doctor.

Siqin had seen the girl in this house before. She didn't know her name, but her face showed that she was the lady's child.

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When the sky brightened, Wen Rong went into the room to check the patient's injuries and changed the dressing on her head wound. The unconscious woman's eyelids twitched and she slowly woke up.

Wen Rong told the maid, "Go tell the master that she is awake."

After a few cups of tea, Xiao Ye appeared in the room, and Wen Rong had already changed Siqin's medicine.

Siqin's wound hurt. She lay weakly on the bed and looked at the man who came in. He looked the same as he did before he was injured, crazy and unconscious.

Xiao Ye asked, "How is she?"

Wen Rong said: "Her pulse is stable and her life is no longer in danger. She needs to be recuperated for a while. She still only remembers what happened at the Tian family."

Xiao Ye took a look and left the house.

Siqin watched the man leave. The girl called him brother, so he must be...

Anlu Hou's son, Xiao Ye?

The young master's good friend.

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Shu Yun was sitting restlessly beside the bed. She had been tossing and turning all night because she was worried about the woman's injuries. She couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep when it was almost dawn. When she woke up, the bedding behind her was cold. Xiao Ye was not in the room. He had gone out.

Biluo brought in the food and said, "Miss, there's news from Doctor Wen that the patient has woken up. He needs to be fed with ginger for a while."

Only then did Shuyun feel at ease.

Biluo put the food on the table, helped Shuyun to sit over, and said, "Master, please tell the kitchen about the dishes before you go out."

Biluo didn't need to say this, Shuyun knew the deep meaning behind it. Now she had no other choice but to stay by Xiao Ye's side.

Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Shuyun still had no appetite. She slowly picked up her chopsticks and ate a little of each dish.

Shuyun put down her chopsticks, drank half a bowl of soup, and then asked Biluo to take the food away.

Shuyun stood up from the table and sat back down on the edge of the bed. The iron chain made a sound as she moved, and she was already used to the clanging noise.

But she couldn't bear to be shackled and tied to the bed for the rest of her life.

The white silk socks were clean. Shuyun lowered her eyes and looked at the golden shackles on her ankles, stunned for a long time.

Shuyun stood up and took down the hook of the bed curtain. The curtain dropped to isolate herself from the outside. She entered the bed curtain and climbed to the end of the bed quietly. Her movements were so light that the iron chain did not make any noise.

Shuyun took off her socks, and the cold and hard golden shackles touched her skin, making her shiver in an instant.

Shuyun carefully rubbed her ankles with the shackles. She bit her lower lip, endured the pain, and did not make any sound.

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As the night deepened, Xiao Ye returned from his shift. Shu Yun sat quietly beside the bed, head bowed. When she heard him move, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears and lowered her head even lower, as if not wanting him to notice anything unusual.

Little did she know that Xiao Ye had already noticed that something was wrong with her. He sat down beside the bed, and Shu Yun turned slightly to the side, half of her back facing him.

Xiao Ye frowned, raised his hand and placed it on her slender shoulders, turning her body around. Only then did he realize that there were traces of tears on Shu Yun's face, her wet eyelashes were still stained with tears, and her eyes were red, because she had just cried.

Shu Yun looked at him timidly, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice was filled with sobs, "Brother, I... I couldn't help crying."

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Ye told Shuyun the news that the woman had woken up today. She should be happy, but why was she still crying so pitifully?

Her tears seemed to never stop flowing. She cried during the day and in bed.

Shuyun shook her head and pulled her feet back under her skirt. The sound of iron chains could be heard in the quiet room.

Xiao Ye caught a glimpse of a trace of blood on her ankle hidden under the hem of her skirt, and he suddenly focused.

Xiao Ye reached out to lift the hem of her skirt, but Shu Yun hurriedly stopped him. While grabbing his wrist, she couldn't help but feel the pain in her wound. She snorted and frowned in pain.

Xiao Ye had already sensed something was wrong and lifted her skirt. Her clean white silk stockings were stained with blood, and the specially made golden shackles were also stained with her blood.

Her skin was delicate, and she was inevitably rubbed by the shackles she wore all day. Xiao Ye wanted her to surrender and bow her head, but he didn't expect her to be so stubborn that she still hadn't bowed her head and even hurt herself.

Feeling depressed, Xiao Ye went to the medical box to get some medicine to stop the bleeding and sat down beside her.

He removed the bloody golden shackles and her embroidered shoes. He held her small feet in his palms. Shuyun shrank back and whimpered softly, "It hurts."

She had always been pampered and had never suffered such pain. Xiao Ye lowered his head and blew gently, then placed her heels on his knees and gently took off her white socks stained with blood.

Her fair ankle was rubbed raw, and it must have been very painful. No wonder she cried for a long time.

A warm tear fell on the back of his hand. Xiao Ye looked up and met her tearful eyes. She looked like a pitiful person who had suffered a lot of grievances. His heart choked.

Shu Yun placed her soft palm on his hand and begged cautiously, "Brother, can you not wear shackles tonight?"

Shu Yun bit her lip, wiped her tears and whispered, "It hurts."

"Sister, if you behave yourself, I won't put you in shackles anymore.

Xiao Ye lowered his head and blew on his rubbed ankle, cleaned the area around the wound, and applied medicine to her.

The moment the powder was sprinkled, the wound felt a stinging pain. Shuyun felt the pain and subconsciously grabbed anything she could hold around her. When she came to her senses, her fingers grabbed the man's broad palm.

"My mother is in my brother's hands. Where else can I go except to be with him?" Shuyun had no way to go and had to accept her fate.

The wound was wrapped in white cloth, and her jade feet were still on the man's legs. Xiao Ye had no intention of letting her leave and looked at her quietly.

After a while, Shuyun leaned over, placed her soft hand on his shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek to show her sincerity.

The hair brushed against his lips, Xiao Ye's Adam's apple slid, and he lowered his eyes to look at the hand on his shoulder. He took out a bottle of perfume from his sleeve and put it in Shu Yun's hand.

Xiao Ye whispered in her ear: "Sister, go light the incense."

The moon-white long-necked bottle was smooth. Shu Yun asked curiously, "What kind of fragrance is it?"

Xiao Ye: "Yilan fragrance."

Shuyun heard Shuangniang mention that if you smell the fragrance of ylang-ylang too much, it will make your body hot and arousing, and it is used for flirting between couples.

Shuyun's cheeks were flushed. Under Xiao Ye's gaze, she took the moon-white long bottle to the table and took out some ylang-ylang incense.

On the table, smoke rose from the gilded incense burner and soon filled the entire room.

The gauze curtains were hanging and drooping, the skirts were scattered messily beside the bed, and the embroidered shoes and brocade boots were neatly placed.

Shu Yun was held in Xiao Ye's arms, her fair knees against the mattress, and she sat on his lap with her legs bent, facing each other. Their breaths intertwined, making them even more passionate and exciting than the fragrance of ylang-ylang.

Xiao Ye leaned against Shu Yun's lower back and gently kissed her sweaty forehead. His hot lips moved down along the bridge of her nose, kissed her nose, and whispered in her ear.

"Yun'er, be my wife."

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