Hypocritical, stubborn, and not open and honest enough.
It seems to be her flaw, especially after learning that she was a fake heiress. The fear of loss seeped into her bones, and she always unconsciously tried to please everyone.
At the same time, she enjoys the favoritism of those around her, as if only in this way can she prove that she is real, that she will not be driven away, and that she will not lose everything she has.
Unfortunately, debts owed to others must be repaid, and stolen goods must be returned to their rightful owners.
"Don't try to use this as an excuse to make trouble, and don't try to play the victim or act weak. Nobody owes you anything," Jiang Chengyu warned in a low voice. "You're the one who owes others."
Even Xiaoqiao, the maid behind her, advised, "Miss, let's go, let's go further away."
Go? Where to?
She was born and raised in the Jiang family, and she thought she was the noble legitimate daughter of the Jiang family, but in the end she was just a fake who had usurped the family's place.
Jiang Chengyu was right.
She's cunning; she pretends to be weak; she's feigning illness.
At first, she was shocked and fainted. Later, fearing being kicked out, she deliberately refused to eat, refused to take medicine, and deliberately lingered in her sickbed.
This way, I can stay by my mother's side and gain the affection of my father and brothers.
But now she has nothing left.
His mother's tenderness, his elder brother's care, and his father's protection.
Everything she had came from the Jiang family, and there was nothing she could do to make up for it or compensate for it. All she had was her worthless life, which still belonged to her.
"Girl, where are you going?" Xiaoqiao called out.
Jiang Chenghuan seemed not to hear, and continued climbing up the bluestone path.
She passed over layers of houses, smelled the fragrance of spring grass, felt the fluctuating temperature of the breeze, and finally stopped on the protruding platform above.
The interrogation of Liao has ended, and the Jiang family members are leaving in an orderly fashion.
The father reached out his large hand and patted Jiang Sheng's shoulder, seemingly giving her some affectionate advice.
That was the kinship that once belonged to her, but which she can no longer touch.
She was so afraid of losing her, she clung to her mother, went to her father, and tearfully addressed her brother, hoping they would always cherish her.
Suddenly, countless gaping mouths appeared around her, all shouting in unison that she was a fake, demanding she make room and get out of the Jiang family.
Ah, no.
Jiang Chenghuan covered his ears in anguish, "I don't want to leave, I don't want to, I want my father and mother, I want my brother, I want everything, I won't leave."
But she had to leave.
A child abandoned by everyone can only step into nothingness, stretch out in mid-air, and fall like a butterfly.
"Girl..." Xiaoqiao reached out her hand in heartbreaking distress, but she was a step too slow.
That noble eldest daughter with pearls on her feet, that proud and aloof Miss Jiang, that pitiful girl who always harbored secret thoughts.
She lay on the ground, her black hair scattered and falling, with bright red blood spreading and staining her favorite white gauze dress.
"I did scheme, I faked illness, I desperately wanted to hold onto the happy memories of the past... But what right do you have to think I would resort to any means to harm people..."
"Over the years, in my heart, my father is my dearest, my mother is my dearest, and my brother is my dearest. I have never stolen anyone's identity, nor have I ever been a fake."
She spoke intermittently, her breath barely a whisper.
"It hurts... Mother, it hurts so much, but I don't regret it... If there is an afterlife, I still want to be my parents' child, and I still want to meet my brother, but this time... it must be a blood relative..."
Someone screamed loudly, scared out of their wits.
As soon as Jiang Sheng turned around, Chang Yan covered her eyes.
"Don't look," he said in a low voice. "Go back to the carriage."
Tan Yue rushed over nervously and forcibly pulled her into the car.
The remaining people rushed over and saw Jiang Chenghuan, who was lifeless.
"What exactly happened?" Jiang Jizu was extremely shocked. "Quickly, call a doctor! A doctor!"
Wen Zhiyun rushed over in a flurry, shouting, "Third Brother!"
Fang Heng understood immediately and ran to the carriage as fast as he could to retrieve the small medicine box.
Stop the bleeding, get the medicine, and take the pulse.
Jiang Chengyu covered her mouth in horror, her heart filled with fear.
Although she mocked him many times and said some harsh words, all she wanted was for Jiang Chenghuan to leave the Jiang family and return to his original life.
She never imagined Jiang Chenghuan would have such an extreme personality, much less that he would die.
"You, you, are you talking nonsense again?" Jiang Chengfeng asked in a low voice.
After all, he was just a twelve-year-old child. Jiang Chengyu shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.
Kind people always find it hard to remain indifferent to the passing of life.
Wen Zhiyun inserted silver needles all over Jiang Chenghuan's body to stop her bleeding, set her bones, and clear her blood stasis, working up a sweat from exhaustion.
"Doctor, how is she? Just tell me what medicine she needs." Jiang Jizu's eyes couldn't hide his pain. "Although the Jiang family hasn't decided how to treat her, they've never thought of taking her life."
Wen Zhiyun nodded without saying anything.
After an unknown amount of time, he weakly straightened up, his legs so weak he almost couldn't stand.
Fang Heng lent a hand, and Wen Zhiyun wiped his sweat and said, "The bleeding has stopped, but it's hard to say whether he'll wake up."
Such falls are likely to cause internal bruising, which may not be visible on the outside, but may actually result in severe internal damage.
Besides, she jumped herself.
Without the will to live, even the Emperor himself couldn't save you.
The brothers returned to the carriage exhausted, where Jiang Sheng was already waiting obediently, resting her chin on her hand.
Seeing her fourth brother shivering, she quickly took out a handkerchief and a water pouch. Only after Wen Zhiyun had recovered a little did she dare to ask, "What happened? Was anyone in danger?"
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