Jiang Yi could guess why Yan Yiming had a cut on his face, and he also guessed that this might be related to Jian Yuer.
He had seen Yan Yiming's face, and also seen her stubborn side that was hidden from others. The unfathomable secrets of this woman made Jiang Yi believe that even if she was an actress, she would not be an ordinary actress.
The only thing I didn't expect was that she was so cruel and decisive, and that this matter was actually directly related to Jian Yuer.
Jian Yuer had never mentioned this to him, and Jiang Yi just casually mentioned that he happened to meet the woman in the Plum Garden yesterday. Jian Yuer suddenly panicked and knocked over the teacup in her hand. The yellowish tea left mottled marks on the white dress, but Jian Yuer still seemed to have not come to her senses. Later, she hurried back to the Jian Mansion under the pretext of changing clothes.
Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes as he looked at her slightly embarrassed figure, and immediately discovered that Yan Yiming's words "I drew it myself" seemed to have another reason.
After that day, Jian Yu'er never saw Jian Yuyan again. It was not that Jian Yuyan did not return home, but whenever Jian Yu'er thought of Yan Yiming's blood-stained cheeks and Jian Yuyan's cold sarcasm, she would be overwhelmed by the fear and shame.
She never thought that the feelings she finally had the courage to express had become a shame for Jian Yuyan. She would never forget Jian Yuyan's smiling face but the coldest tone of voice when he said to her, "Jian Yuer, your feelings are so casual that it's terribly casual."
She never dared to look at Jian Yuyan again and left the plum garden in a panic.
Now, after a few days, Jiang Yi mentioned it casually. Jian Yuer suddenly realized that Jian Yuyan's casual words were actually related to Jiang Yi. She suddenly began to fear that Jiang Yi would know that Yan Yiming's ruined face was related to her.
She left the teahouse feeling uneasy. After returning home, Mrs. Jian asked her to have dinner with her. Seeing that she looked surprised, Mrs. Jian seemed a little worried. Jian Yuer hurriedly said that she was fine, but she just didn't sleep well last night.
Prime Minister Jian happened to come back from outside. After hearing this, he looked at his daughter's face and said, "Let's ask Doctor Li to take a look tomorrow. Make sure she doesn't catch a cold."
Jian Yuer nodded absentmindedly. Madam Jian pulled her aside and asked her what she did today. When she heard that she had had tea with Jiang Yi, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Jian Yu'er is now at the age to get married. Madam Jian originally thought that Yu'er would have a marriage with the prince, but the master would not agree no matter what. Madam Jian just thought that Prime Minister Jian loved his daughter and did not want her to enter the palace. Later, the prince got married to a girl from the Yan family, so Madam Jian never mentioned this matter again.
Later, Jiang Yi came along. Although Mrs. Jian had heard of the number one scholar who won three first prizes in the imperial examination, she still looked down on Jiang Yi's wealth at first, until she met Jiang Yi. He was unexpectedly handsome, and his bearing was not inferior to that of a young man from an aristocratic family. He was now very much loved by His Majesty, and Madam Jian no longer had her initial dissatisfaction.
If the eldest son of the mansion had not yet officially married, Yu'er and Jiang Yi's marriage would have been settled earlier.
Outsiders only thought that Madam Jian gave birth to a boy and a girl, Jian Yuyan and Jian Yuer, and that all the other sons and daughters in the mansion were born to the concubines. But Madam Jian gave birth to children herself, so how could she not know how many she had given birth to?
Two months after marrying into the Jian family, Mrs. Jian's belly showed no sign of movement, but Jian's sister-in-law was pregnant. Mrs. Jane had met her sister-in-law Jane's husband. Even though she had seen many handsome men, she had never seen one as handsome as him. He was very suave, with a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes that made her, as a new bride, dare not look at him for too long.
Mrs. Jane was curious. She wondered why she had never heard of such a handsome man before. How come he looked like a real young master from a famous family?
But the maid in the mansion said that this son-in-law was the child of Mr. Jian’s good friend who was admitted to the English Language Institute before his death. Since he looked about the same age as the eldest son, they adopted him as their son and raised him in the mansion, treating him the same as the other young masters in the mansion.
The girl from the Jian family was three years younger than Prime Minister Jian and the adopted son, but she also played with them. Later, when they all grew up, the adopted son and the girl developed feelings for each other, so Grandpa Jian took the initiative to arrange their marriage.
Mrs. Jian just thought that because the status of an adopted son was not as good as those of the young masters of aristocratic families, few people knew about his marriage. However, looking at the loving relationship between her sister and brother-in-law, she felt that the man and woman were a good match.
Later, Miss Jian became pregnant. Mrs. Jian was naturally envious. However, a few days later, as no one had expected, the adopted son raised by the Jian family died.
Mrs. Jian will always remember the gloomy faces of Mr. Jian and her husband, and the body of her sister-in-law Jian, who was not yet pregnant, which softened after she suddenly heard the news.
During that period, Sister-in-law Jane lost weight rapidly, and Mrs. Jane stayed with her every day, fearing that she might encounter an accident.
After ten months of pregnancy, although Sister-in-law Jane looked haggard, she managed to hold on for the baby in her belly. The child was born one night, a boy. Mr. Jane and her husband were almost moved to tears.
Mrs. Jane held the little baby in her arms and watched him sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. The maids in the mansion all said that this was the most beautiful child they had ever seen.
But such a good-looking child was born with the most miserable fate. His father died before he was born, and his mother only took one look at him after giving birth to him before committing suicide with a white silk scarf.
From then on, the child completely became her child.
Later, the servants who knew the truth disappeared. As time went by, and sometimes she told lies so many times, even she would occasionally forget that Jian Yuyan was not her son.
Last time, Yu'er suddenly asked why she and Jian Yuyan looked nothing alike, and Mrs. Jian was shocked and realized what was happening.
How could they be alike? Jian Yuyan looks exactly like his biological father.
However, Jian Yuyan had not been seen recently, so Mrs. Jian mentioned it casually. Prime Minister Jian was about to find an excuse to get away with it, but out of the corner of his eye he saw his daughter's hand holding the chopsticks tremble suddenly.
Prime Minister Jian couldn't help but take another look before saying, "Maybe there's something wrong with the Crown Prince."
Madam Jian glared at Prime Minister Jian and said, "I heard that he hasn't been back home at night recently. Even if the prince has something to do, he won't stay at night."
Mrs. Jian also knew that Jian Yuyan had a reputation as a "romantic" man. She had never thought it was a big deal before, but now that he had reached the age to get married, she still did not approve of Jian Yuyan going to brothels.
It's just that it's not a good idea to discuss the matter of marriage in front of the children, so he only mentioned it to Jian Xiang after Jian Yuer left.
Jian Yuer stood carefully behind the curtain. When she heard her mother talking about the young lady of a certain family, she was so shocked that she covered her mouth and then retreated silently.
"This is to find a wife for Jian Yuyan," said Xiao Pingguo.
"Jian Yuyan is one year younger than Nangong Xuan. He has reached adulthood this year, so it is indeed time for him to get married."
Because Jian Yuer didn't continue listening, Yan Yiming didn't know which young ladies Prime Minister Jian and Madam Jian had their eyes on. Madam Jian looked at family background and appearance, but Prime Minister Jian considered other things.
But no matter what choice he made, Jian Yuyan’s marriage could not be delayed any longer.
Mrs. Jian did not notice her daughter's frustration, but Prime Minister Jian saw it all. He never took such trivial matters as love affairs between his children seriously, but seeing his daughter, who usually had a good heart, so distraught, Prime Minister Jian realized that something seemed to have happened between the two children that he was not aware of.
Jian Yuyan didn't want to go back, but he hadn't seen Mrs. Jian for two or three days. Mrs. Jian was not his biological mother, but she treated him no worse than Jian Yuer.
If there is anyone in this mansion who can make him worry, it must be Madam Jian who treats him like her own son.
Mrs. Jian was really happy to see Jian Yuyan come in. After knowing that Jian Yuyan had not had dinner yet, she hurriedly asked someone to prepare dinner for him. Then she sat next to Jian Yuyan and talked to him with a smile.
She didn't speak too directly. Instead, Mrs. Jian spoke step by step and it took her a while before she got on the right track and mentioned that Jian Yuyan should get married.
Even with Mrs. Jian, whom he had always been close to and respected, Jian Yuyan suddenly lost the desire to stay.
When he just started to understand what love was, Jian Yuyan began to resist the word "getting a wife". At first it was because of Jian Yuer, and now it is because of Yan Yiming.
She couldn’t marry Jian Yuer back then, and now she can’t marry Yan Yiming.
Jian Yuyan didn't like the word "marrying a wife". He already had someone in his heart and never wanted to spend the rest of his life with another woman.
Mrs. Jian really couldn't understand why a child of her age didn't want to get married. After thinking it over, she could only conclude that Jian Yuyan was still playful and hadn't had enough of the cosmetics out there.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Jian felt that Jian Yuyan should get married earlier and not let some questionable people outside ruin his temper.
"You are the eldest son in the family. Since you are old enough, there is no reason for you not to get married." Mrs. Jian deliberately frowned, "You have younger brothers and sisters at home. If you don't get married soon, will you delay them?"
After saying this, she felt her tone was a little harsh. She felt a little reluctant and returned to her normal self and told him about the many advantages and fun aspects of getting married.
Jian Yuyan thought about how he and Yan Yiming were getting along now, and it was no different from what Mrs. Jian had said about the relationship between husband and wife. It was indeed a very comfortable and satisfying life.
But if it were another woman, all the comfort would be shattered in an instant.
When he came out of Madam Jian's place, the servants called him and said that Prime Minister Jian was waiting for him in the study.
Jian Yuyan hummed but did not go over immediately. He leaned on the pillar of the corridor in the back garden of the Jian residence, looking at the stars in the sky, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.
At this time last night, he and Yan Yiming were sitting together under the starry sky in the Plum Garden, drinking tea and playing. No one knew what Yan Yiming was doing at this time.
Prime Minister Jian waited for a long time before Jian Yuyan came. Before Prime Minister Jian asked, Jian Yuyan naturally explained that he had just gone back to change his clothes. Then Prime Minister Jian asked if there was anything important so late at night?
Prime Minister Jian looked at his "eldest son", who was actually his nephew, and smiled kindly, motioning him to sit down. "Have you met the Madam?"
"I have met her," Jian Yuyan took the tea poured by the maids and took a sip. "I just came out from my mother's place."
Jian Xiang stroked his beard and asked, "Has the lady ever mentioned getting you married?"
Jian Yuyan frowned and said calmly, "I mentioned it."
Jian Yuyan's attitude towards getting married is as cold as ever, and Jian Xiang feels helpless seeing this. He told Jian Yuyan his identity early on just to make him understand what he is shouldering. However, he never expected that, apart from the relationship between brother and sister, Jian Yuyan would actually fall in love with Yu'er.
Prime Minister Jian had told Jian Yuyan many times to give up this matter as soon as possible, but the fact that Jian Yuyan still hasn't married shows that he never listened to him. Unexpectedly, after just a few words today, Jian Yuyan said very rarely that he no longer had this intention.
Prime Minister Jian was slightly surprised, but then he was very happy and said "very good" twice.
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It was already very late when Jian Yuyan came out of Prime Minister Jian's study, but Jian Yuyan still left the Jian Mansion and went to the Plum Garden.
The small attic on the south side of the Plum Garden was still lit with warm candlelight. Jian Yuyan looked at the warm glow from afar, and his heart, which had been dull and depressed, finally seemed to be relieved.
He couldn't help but slow down his footsteps, but still startled Yan Yiming who was sitting by the candlelight.
It was already countless times that Yan Yiming always sat by the candlelight wearing only a single piece of clothing waiting for him to come back. No matter how many times, Jian Yuyan still felt moved.
Still with the familiar movements, he walked forward and held her somewhat cold body in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her neck, and after a long while he sighed, "If I come late in the future, you don't have to wait for me."
Yan Yiming leaned against his chest and said, "But I can't fall asleep until I wait for you."
Jian Yuyan chuckled, and the two of them just sat there quietly without saying a word. After an unknown amount of time, Yan Yiming called Jian Yuyan "Zi'an".
"Yeah," Jian Yuyan agreed, "What's wrong?"
"Did something happen to you today?"
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