Chapter 42 [My husband definitely didn’t lie to me on purpose! 】
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Fu Cang stood where he was, with sweat dripping down his forehead.
A cool breeze began to rustle on the back of my neck.
From the beginning, the young master had not spoken a word. He sat there quietly, not even breathing.
He just told the truth.
...Could it be that the young master was angry to death?
Fu Cang has been following Xie Qiao for so many years and has never made any mistakes in his work, and no one would question the young master.
So was he just crazy?
Xie Qiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood still with an unclear expression.
The winter sun was shining brightly, but Xie Qiao was shrouded in a dark cloud.
He admitted that the situation was urgent when Song Feng rescued him. He was seriously injured at the time and could hardly hear what Song Feng was saying. He could only find the key words in his words.
It would be fine if I didn't think about it anymore.
But what Fu Cang said just now...
Xie Qiao's expression became increasingly cold.
He closed his eyes and recalled the scene again.
The scene originally hidden in the fog gradually emerged, and Song Feng's original words were gradually connected together.
At that time, Song Feng risked his life to send him to a safe place, but he himself was exhausted and collapsed to the ground.
He held on to his last breath and handed the jade pendant hanging on his body to me.
Finally, he said intermittently:
"Thank you, sir. Please... go to Chunliu Lane in Chongzhou... find Song Jin... bring her back to Kyoto and let... marry her."
Xie Qiao sighed and let out a cold breath.
At that time, blood was constantly gushing out of Song Feng's mouth. He was also seriously injured, and his ears were not as sensitive as before.
In the few words he heard, he only heard the words "Mr. Xie", "Chongzhou Chunliu Lane", "Song Jin", and "Marry her".
Naturally, he thought that Song Feng wanted him to marry Song Jin.
But now thinking about it, Song Feng already knew who he was at that time, and he knew the disparity in social status between the two families. If he hadn't been greedy for power, he wouldn't have let him marry Song Jin.
But Song Feng knew that if he died, Song Jin would be an orphan.
The only good thing for her was to let her help him bring Song Jin back to Beijing and fulfill her original marriage.
so……
It's really him...
It was he who took the title of Song Jin's fiancé and married Song Jin by mistake!
The identity that he had always found difficult to accept and had always been a headache for him was actually obtained by replacing someone else!
Wrong.
Totally wrong!
Xie Qiao clenched his fists and frowned.
As the Grand Tutor and the Patriarch of the Xie family, he has never made any mistakes in his life!
But he didn't expect that he was completely wrong when it came to the important matter of marriage!
But……
He now had some despicable thoughts: if this mistake continued and the fiancé never appeared, then Song Jin would always be his, Xie Qiao's, wife.
wrong.
Xie Qiao suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally clear eyes were now a little bloodshot.
The same is true now.
Even though he replaced Song Jin's fiancé, Song Jin was still his wife.
By the time they consummated their marriage, he had already decided.
He and Song Jin will fight to the death in this life.
No one can change his identity.
Never.
"Fu Cang." Xie Qiao said coldly.
"Young Master!" Seeing Xie Qiao finally speak, Fu Cang dared to take a breath. He was really scared to death just now.
Xie Qiao's eyes were firm, unquestionable and a little anxious: "Follow me to the Xie family in Chongzhou and ask them to prepare for the wedding. I want to get married in Chongzhou and have Ah Jin included in the family tree and the ancestral temple."
Xie Qiao stood up, with a fierce look on his face.
So what if his identity was replaced? A Jin liked him anyway, and as long as he married Song Jin, Song Jin would be his wife.
No one can take it away.
--
There were not many people in Chunliu Lane in the afternoon. It was not yet the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but people on the street had already returned to work one after another.
Song Jin closed his stall and walked back slowly.
Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, her fingertips were tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her face was more serious than ever before.
In fact, she just told Brother Wang that her husband's name was Xie Qiao, and it was just a coincidence that they had the same name, so she was lying.
In fact, she didn't know what her husband's name was.
Xie family.
House rules.
Everything that happened during this period of time shows that my husband must be an extraordinary person.
That night, my husband came with blood-stained clothes, perhaps it was not because he encountered robbers on the road as he said, but for other reasons.
Maybe it's because of enemies.
Then she couldn't reveal her husband's identity.
But she was not stupid. Even if she was not sure about the identity of the person next to her, she had about 70% guesses in her mind.
She walked slowly home, and a snowflake on the tree melted into water and dripped onto the tip of her nose.
She suddenly remembered something.
That night she accidentally got herself stained with love dew in Xiu Cui Tower, and before consummating her marriage with her husband, she seemed to be watching him writing something.
She was a little anxious at the time and complained to her husband why he didn't hurry up.
Later, her husband finally put down his pen and consummated his marriage with her. What happened after that?
Song Jin recalled carefully.
Her head was groggy at the time, and she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
On the contrary, the husband who was in poor health looked very energetic.
Not only did he clean them all up, he also finished what he hadn't finished, and finally whispered something in her ear.
Faintly, she seemed to hear it.
Is it a letter of appointment?
Then why didn't she see him again?
Song Jin thought about it, she walked to the door and paused for a moment.
She looked up at the door in front of her, which was already a little old.
She knew her husband was in the room through the door.
But she didn't want to see him or talk to him now.
Her husband is not her fiancé at all. What should she say if he knew?
She hasn't thought about it yet.
Song Jin stood at the door, hesitating.
She kicked the pebbles casually with her toes and tugged at the corners of her clothes with her fingertips.
For the first time, she didn't really want to see her husband.
During this incident, some old doors were opened with a creaky sound.
The person behind the door appeared in front of her.
Song Jin was a little stunned. She had a dull expression and looked a little worried.
But the moment she saw Xie Qiao, her complexion returned to normal.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
She raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Husband, are you going out?"
Xie Qiao was still wearing the coarse cloth jacket, but the jacket did not suit him at all.
More and more out of place.
Song Jin looked at Xie Qiao, but for the first time he lowered his head slightly.
The little girl in front of him was obviously worried.
She used to be well-behaved and never hid anything from him. Those picture albums that she shouldn't have looked at were just her being naughty.
If there is something serious, she is so innocent that she would never lie.
Her expression was obviously because she knew that he was not her fiancé.
She was embarrassed and perhaps a little angry.
But looking at her now, it seems that she doesn't want to explain it clearly.
She wanted to hide it for now.
Whatever.
Xie Qiao sighed.
No matter what time, she is his wife, and this will never change.
Now is definitely not a good time to explain.
It would be better to wait until he has arranged everything and before their wedding, he can tell her everything. By then, she should be able to deal with her guilty conscience.
"Well, I have to go out for something. I shouldn't be back until very late today. You don't have to wait for me." Xie Qiao said calmly.
Song Jin nodded: "Okay."
She moved aside to make way for Xie Qiao. She was still holding onto the corner of her clothes, a little hesitant: "Husband, please be careful."
Xie Qiao's heart softened.
Even though she was upset now, she still cared about him.
He responded softly, "Okay."
After Xie Qiao finished speaking, he walked away.
Song Jin watched Xie Qiao's back as he left. Only after he had gone a long way and could no longer be seen did she enter the yard and close the gate.
Song Jin quietly returned to the house, she carefully closed the door, stood in the room, and looked around.
This house originally belonged to her, but now there are Xie Qiao's things mixed in around it.
Xie Qiao did not perform any formalities when he arrived, and the things in the house now were all purchased after his arrival.
There were several sets of inner garments and two sets of coarse cloth outer garments, and the most remaining things were manuscripts.
Song Jin never touched his manuscripts in the past, and she got a headache just by looking at those words.
But now she was standing in front of those manuscripts, with her bare hands reaching forward, carefully flipping through them one by one.
Soon, at the very bottom, she saw the familiar piece of paper.
She pursed her lips and reached out to open the paper.
There are two in total, both written by my husband himself.
It was unlike the engagement letter between her and Wang Xian that she saw today, which was bright red and gold-embossed, and very valuable.
This piece of paper is just ordinary paper, which my husband used to copy books in the past.
But this is his letter of appointment.
The paper was written in a flamboyant style, and even though Xie Qiao was in a hurry, his handwriting was still beautiful.
The words on the letter of appointment were excellent. Even though Song Jin was not very familiar with poetry and prose, he knew that they were all excellent words.
But she doesn't care about that now.
What she wanted to know more was...
Her almond-shaped eyes looked downward and finally stopped at the signature.
The signature is my husband's name.
"Xie Qiao."
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After returning from the Xie family branch, Xie Qiao was a little exhausted.
The Xie family in Chongzhou does not have many people, and they have never been to the Xie family's main residence in Kyoto.
Now that they had met the master, they were a little at a loss, fearing that they had not entertained him well enough. They were even more afraid that the master would encounter another accident in Chongzhou, and they would not be able to explain to the Marquis's Mansion in Kyoto.
The head of the Xie family in Chongzhou is nearly seventy years old. When he heard that the head of the family was going to get married in Chongzhou, he was even more nervous than when he got married himself.
It was already late when Xie Qiao finished dealing with them.
The carriage stopped at Chunliu Lane, and Fu Cang said softly to Xie Qiao inside: "Sir, we have arrived at Chunliu Lane."
"Yeah." After a long time, Xie Qiao's voice was heard. He reached out to open the curtain of the car and came out alone.
He was still wearing the same coarse cloth jacket, the same as when he left.
When Fu Cang saw Xie Qiao getting off the car, he asked, "Sir, would you like me to follow you?"
“No need.” Xie Qiao raised his hand: “Tell the Xie family branch that it is better to keep a low profile now. Also, don’t let Ah Jin know my identity for the time being. Everything should be normal.”
Song Jin just learned the news about her fiancé today.
When Song Jin figures it out one day and asks him, he will tell him everything.
Then they will be honest with each other and there will be no secrets anymore.
Everything will wait until Song Jin is ready.
The moonlight was at its zenith, and the coolness of it stretched Xie Qiao's figure. Under the cold moonlight, he raised his hand to open the courtyard door and quietly returned to the house.
There were dim shadows in the room, and a small candle was burning, as if waiting for him in the cold night.
He walked to the bed and looked at a small figure sleeping peacefully through the half-covered bed curtains.
Xie Qiao's tired heart softened instantly.
He looked for a while, and when the coldness on his body dissipated, he took off his outer coat and gently lay down beside Song Jin.
He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the warmth of the moment.
Then he heard a small voice coming from his heart -
[Well, my husband is back. Won’t he find out that I’m pretending to sleep? 】
[Today, Brother Wang said that he is my fiancé, and my husband is not the person my brother engaged me to be. But it doesn’t matter, I believe in my husband, he definitely didn’t lie to me on purpose! 】
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