Chapter 92 Wei Si's Past

Wen Qingsong was also hiding in the crowd.

He pressed down his melon-shaped hat and looked towards the Zhenbei Palace with a look full of resentment.

He would never forget how Xie Jing had snatched Wei Si away from him.

Xie Jing snatched Wei Si away but did not give him any compensation, let alone a promotion!

The position of Taibo, the governor of the county, which he coveted, has not been found till now!

This pair of dogs dared to betray him and should be cursed by everyone!

Today is Feng'er's wedding, and he wants to make this pair of bastards pay the price!

At this moment, Wansongyuan.

Xie Jing, hands behind his back, paced back and forth anxiously. "What about abandoning her husband and children, or being greedy for fame and fortune? Sisi is not that kind of person at all! How about I send the army to suppress her? But if I use tough measures to silence Youyou, wouldn't that only make the situation worse and only confirm Sisi's bad reputation?"

The old concubine sat on the Luohan couch, sipping fragrant tea, and jokingly said, "You also know the phrase 'the more you try to cover up, the more obvious it becomes'?"

It’s not that she was slandering Xie Jing.

The truth is that her son was reckless, didn't like studying, and only knew how to march and fight.

"Mother!" Xie Jing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Please stop laughing at me! Please help me make a decision. What should we do now?"

"No rush." ​​The old concubine sat calmly, "Someone will come forward to resolve this matter."

“Who is it?!”

"Ningning."

Xie Jing's eyes widened. "No way? She's so young, and she's walked fewer roads than I've walked across bridges. What's she supposed to do?! She's just a little girl, looking so pitiful like a little chicken. She's lucky she's not being bullied by that old beast from the Wen family!"

The old concubine smiled meaningfully, "I brought Ningning up. I know her character and plans better than you do. Just wait and see, she will fight a great comeback for Wei Si."

The old man was so confident that Xie Jing felt a little shaken.

Thinking of Wen Xingluo's mentality of being young but remaining calm even in the face of a crisis, he couldn't help but slow down his anxiety and sat down opposite the old concubine.

He took a sip of hot tea, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table, cursing fiercely, "In the final analysis, this is all the fault of that old bastard Wen Qingsong! He promised me that he would never get close to Si Si again, and would never mention her in front of anyone! The Wen family deliberately made such a big fuss today, he must have been behind it! He hurt Si Si so badly, and I didn't go to him to settle the score, but he went to Si Si first!"

The old concubine looked at him, "What's going on between you and Wen Qingsong?"

Xie Jing held the teacup and recalled the scene at that time.

It was near the end of the year.

Officials from Chengdu were having a party and banquet at a restaurant, and he was among them.

When everyone was drunk and excited, someone suddenly came over to flatter them, "This humble official greets His Majesty!"

He looked over and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged man with ordinary looks, even a little wretched.

There were so many people in the officialdom that he couldn't remember them all, so he asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Wen Qingsong. I heard that Your Highness loves powerful weapons. I just happened to have acquired a precious sword, and I'd like Your Highness to come and admire it."

Xie Jing immediately became interested when he heard this.

He followed Wen Qingsong to the private room on the third floor, and the other party said with a flattering smile: "The precious sword is inside, Your Highness will be able to see it when you go in."

He stepped over the threshold, but Wen Qingsong did not follow him. Instead, he closed the door.

The room was filled with the scent of cosmetics.

He turned behind the pearl curtain and did not see the sword, but saw the curtains on the bed rolled up, revealing a beautiful woman sleeping unconscious.

The beauty is naked, with a skin as white as ice and as beautiful as jade. Her beauty is so otherworldly that she looks like the fairy Chang'e on the Yaotai under the moon.

Xie Jing stood there in a daze. It was unknown how long it took him to realize that Wen Qingsong had not invited him up to see a precious sword, but to present him with a beautiful woman.

Xie Jing held military power and held a high position of authority, but he had no princess or concubines in his mansion, so it was not that his subordinates had not sent him women.

But no matter how beautiful those women were, they all had their own merits, but compared to the woman in front of him, they were like fireflies compared to the moonlight.

In Xie Jing's life, he had only seen a woman of such breathtaking beauty in the capital many, many years ago, when he was still a young boy.

That year, he followed his father to Beijing for the first time, and everything he saw was new to him.

He was so dazzled by the dazzling array of flowers that he was late for the palace banquet. When he hurriedly arrived, the girl had already finished her dance and was passing by him, surrounded by young ladies from aristocratic families.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl.

He looked at her, his soul lost and his mind dazed, even forgetting to greet her.

Later, he heard from people around him that the girl and his cousin were childhood sweethearts and had officially gotten engaged last year.

But in the end, her brother did not marry her.

instead……

Xie Jing couldn't bear to think about those chaotic years.

Although the woman on the bed was somewhat similar to the girl in his memory, Xie Jing knew very well that the girl was no longer alive.

After all, Xie Jing was not a lustful person at heart, and he could not feel at ease enjoying the beauties sent by his subordinates.

He didn't dare to look directly at the woman's face that was as bright as the scorching sun. He drew his sword, picked up a thin blanket, and covered the woman with it.

The movement woke the woman.

She slowly opened her eyes, and after her consciousness gradually returned, she seemed to know what was happening. Two lines of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and into the pillowcase.

Xie Jing, who was half a meter away, clearly caught the sadness in her eyes.

The woman's expression was as if she had experienced this kind of thing many times before.

Xie Jing took a deep breath and didn't dare to think about it.

His eyes swept around the room, and he quickly picked up the dress hanging on the wooden shelf and said, "Put it on."

He turned his back to the woman, and only looked at her again after the rustling sound of clothes stopped, "You——"

The woman was sitting on the bed, with her brows lowered and her eyes closed, putting on her shoes and socks while turning half of her body sideways.

Xie Jing saw a circle of bruises on her ankle, as if left by handcuffs.

She was using a silver hairpin to tie up her thick, fluffy black hair.

She was very skillful and quickly tied her hair into a bun.

Xie Jing looked at her in a daze.

That bun was the lazy bun that was popular in the previous dynasty.

He looked for a long time, and the woman in front of him gradually became the same as the stunning girl in his memory.

He frowned fiercely.

The most unlikely guess became reality.

Later, he wanted to kill Wen Qingsong.

But when he learned that Wen Qingsong was not only her husband but also her savior and even the father of her children, he didn't know what to do.

He was filled with rage and beat Wen Qingsong viciously, telling him not to see Si Si again.

He asked Si Si again if she was willing to go with him.

He was now the Prince of Zhenbei, he could protect her well, he could hide her safely in the palace, not letting anyone see her face, not letting the people in the capital know that she was still alive...

Wansong Courtyard.

Facing the old concubine's inquiries, Xie Jing omitted the beginning and the end and only talked about Wen Qingsong's various unbearable things.

He didn't say a word about Wei Si's secret.

The old concubine is not such a pedantic person.

She had experienced so many wars in her life and knew that it was a good thing to survive in troubled times. Compared with her life and loved ones, what was chastity?

Besides, all the mistakes were Wen Qingsong's fault, what did it have to do with Wei Si!

…

Outside the Zhenbei Palace.

No matter how much Wen Rufeng and Xu Miaomiao cried, the door of the mansion never opened.

Wen Ruyun leaned close to Wen Rufeng's ear and whispered a few words.

Wen Rufeng understood and pleaded loudly, "Miaomiao and I are getting married today. We must see our mother and offer her a cup of tea as a bride. Only then can we fulfill our filial duty! I beg all the elders and fellow villagers to speak up for Miaomiao and me and ask my mother to come out and see us!"

He spoke in a sincere tone, looking like a filial son.

Among the crowd, there were insiders who had been arranged by Wen Ruyun in advance. They were the first to shout towards the palace:

"Wei Si, your son is getting married, why don't you come out quickly?!"

"Wei Si, you abandoned your husband and children for fame and fortune. You are unworthy of being a mother!"

“…”

The people around were incited.

They thought that the law does not punish the masses, and no matter how tyrannical the King of Zhenbei was, he would not attack so many people, so they all followed suit and shouted.

For a moment, the voices insulting Wei Si were overwhelming, echoing throughout the Zhenbei Palace.

Wen Ruyun and Wen Qingsong hid among the people.

The father and son looked at each other, both of them had a sinister and complacent smile on their faces.