"How dare you dodge? Wenchuan, come and help me hold him down!"
Jiang Songyi crossed his arms, watching coldly, secretly laughing in his heart: "Yes, seeing isn't always believing, and hearing isn't always believing. Jiang Bochuan, you've finally tasted the pain of being misunderstood and disbelieved, haven't you?"
Jiang Baichuan's escape suddenly stopped.
He stared blankly at Jiang Songyi who was standing there without saying a word.
This sister used to be extremely beautiful, but now, tears were in her eyes and the tip of her nose was slightly red, making her look pitiful.
Jiang Baichuan's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand.
Indeed, even his mother who witnessed the incident with her own eyes might not be able to see the truth, so how could he believe the rumor that Jiang Songyi was suspected of pushing Yuyao?
His mother firmly believed that Jiang Songyi would not harm him, just as he firmly believed that Yuyao would not frame Jiang Songyi.
Put yourself in other people's shoes and think about how painful Jiang Songyi must have felt when she was scolded by the Fourth Prince, punished by her grandmother and distrusted by him.
The bamboo sticks whipped his skin, and Jiang Baichuan felt a burning pain in his back and calves. However, the pain was far less than the heaviness and stinging in his chest at this moment.
After whipping Jiang Baichuan dozens of times, Xu was exhausted and panting. She drove him to the side yard and angrily scolded him, "Go and kneel in the ancestral hall! If you dare to set foot in the gambling house again or bully your sister again, I will never forgive you!"
Jiang Songyi gloated sarcastically: "You deserve it, Jiang Baichuan. Your fiancée, Princess Zi Yan, is enjoying herself in Xiaoxiang Tower every night, while you can only endure the cold wind in this chilly ancestral hall. How pathetic!"
Jiang Baichuan was shocked: This is impossible! He and the princess have been in love since childhood, and the princess once vowed to marry him, so how could she secretly meet with someone behind his back?
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Jiang Baichuan, his legs staggering from the beating, slowly walked towards the ancestral hall. Jiang Yuyao followed closely behind, lantern in hand, her tone filled with deep apology: "Brother, it's my fault that you got into trouble, and Mother is punishing you. The court doctor said I only need a few doses of herbs to recover. From now on, please don't be so mean to Sister Songyi."
In the past, her tone of voice could always easily touch Jiang Bochuan's heartstrings, making him feel pity for her and think of ways to punish Jiang Songyi and vent her anger.
However, in this dark night, Jiang Baichuan seemed unusually calm when he heard her say this.
He turned around and stared deeply at the sister he had doted on for over a decade. "Yuyao, were you really pushed into the icy lake by Jiang Songyi?"
Jiang Yuyao was stunned for a moment, tears gathering in her eyes. "Second brother, are you suspecting me of framing Sister Songyi? The Fourth Prince and Grandmother witnessed it, you can ask them yourself."
When Jiang Baichuan saw Jiang Yuyao's eyes filled with tears, he felt pity for her and thought that he should not be swayed by such inexplicable doubts.
He pulled out an emerald green tourmaline hairpin from his sleeve and gently stroked the top of her hair. "Don't cry, how could my second brother doubt you? This is the hairpin I bought for you with the money I won today. Please accept it."
Jiang Yuyao gently waved her handkerchief, wiping away the tears from her eyes. She immediately broke into a smile, her voice tinged with playfulness, "Second brother is truly wise and capable. He always wins big at the gambling table. You're not extravagant. This little gambling is just for fun. Mother really doesn't need to blame you too much."
Hearing this, Jiang Baichuan showed a satisfied smile on his face and said with relief: "My sister still understands my feelings best."
Jiang Yuyao gently stroked the tourmaline-encrusted hairpin with her fingers and asked with a smile, "Second brother is always so kind to me. Oh, and I'm curious, did you also give a hairpin to Sister Songyi? If she saw that Second brother only favored me, would she feel jealous?"
Jiang Baichuan frowned slightly, rubbing his still aching buttocks, and snorted coldly: "If she's really angry, then let her be. Every time she follows me to the casino, she always chatters incessantly, like an old woman at home. I guess she's probably too lazy to accept the things I buy with my gambling money."
Jiang Yuyao's lips curled up slightly, and she was secretly delighted in her heart.
Although her mother's preference for Jiang Songyi was obvious, fortunately, her brothers always stood by her side. It seemed impossible for Jiang Songyi to compete with them.
"Alright, it's freezing in the ancestral hall. You should go back and rest early. Don't let the cold wind get in and make your cold worse."
After sending Jiang Yuyao away, Jiang Baichuan stayed alone in the ancestral hall, immersed in self-reflection.
There are memorial tablets everywhere, candlelight flickers, and a damp and cold atmosphere fills the air.
He sat bored at the table, picked up some cakes from the altar and tasted them, the fairy's words echoing in his mind.
At first, in the casino, he believed what the fairy said.
However, as time went on, the fairy's words became more and more absurd, and he no longer dared to believe them completely.
Princess Zi Yan usually keeps an appropriate distance from her fiancé and is so dignified and polite. How could she possibly go to Xiaoxiang Tower to meet those young men in private?
Could it be that he, the second son of a marquis's mansion, is actually inferior to those figures in the romantic world?
While chewing the offering cakes, Jiang Baichuan looked up at the tablets nonchalantly and muttered softly, "Ancestors, this must be fake, right?"
Just as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew, and his grandfather's tablet unexpectedly fell from the shelf and hit him squarely on the head.
Jiang Baichuan was confused.
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Jiang Songyi was led by Xu to the dinner room in the main courtyard.
Mrs. Xu suffers from headaches and takes medicine all year round. Jiang Songyi smelled a strong smell of medicine as soon as she entered the house.
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