Although Jiang Jinzhao didn't want to see Sang Wenyin go astray, his misunderstanding of her and his resolute attitude made him completely give up the idea of marrying her.
Jiang Jinzhao's expression was calm and indifferent, like the tranquility of autumn water. He slowly said, "No. Things always have a priority. Song Yi is absolutely right. You haven't even set foot in the Marquis' Mansion yet, so it's inappropriate for you to interfere in the disputes within the Mansion."
Jiang Yuyao was shocked. Her brother had clearly agreed with her earlier, so how could he suddenly support Jiang Songyi's point of view? Had all her words just now been forgotten?
Jiang Songyi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
Sang Wenyin hadn't expected that even after she'd explained it so clearly, Jiang Jinzhao would remain as cold as ice. A blush welled up in her eyes. If her future husband considered her inferior to a younger sister-in-law, what hope could she have? Wouldn't she be trampled upon, with no dignity at all?
She will definitely not marry into this marquisate!
The fire of resistance hidden deep in Sang Wenyin's heart erupted like a volcano at this moment.
"Forty lashes have been administered, County Lady."
A servant came hurriedly to report.
Sang Wenyin and Jiang Yuyao's gazes were fixed on Liao Lingxi, who was wailing in agony. While they were pleading for him and arguing with Jiang Jinzhao, Jiang Songyi had already quietly had the servants carry out the flogging?
Liao Lingxi was covered in bruises at this moment, lying powerlessly on the ground like a broken rag doll. Every scar on his body seemed to tell of the pain and humiliation he had endured.
In the profound silence, his words were low and powerful, as if carrying an invisible weight: "While you are begging for mercy, can you please stop the flogging first?"
Even if your plea is successful, he has already suffered enough flogging. How can such forgiveness have any practical significance?
Sang Wenyin and Jiang Yuyao were obviously aware of this problem. For a moment, their faces looked a little embarrassed, like a branch of flower suddenly broken in the spring breeze.
Jiang Songyi, however, stood up leisurely in this tense atmosphere, clapped his hands lightly, stretched his waist lazily, and then nonchalantly instructed his attendant Xiang Zhu, "We're done, go back to your room and take a nap."
This time, she not only beat Liao Lingxi to vent her anger, but also watched an unexpected good show. It can be said that she killed two birds with one stone and was very satisfied.
"Mr. Liao, are you all right? Huadie, go get the imperial physician."
Sang Wenyin anxiously instructed the servants, her voice full of worry.
Huadie thought to herself that her young lady's concern for Liao Lingxi seemed to be beyond the norm. She couldn't help but secretly glance at her future son-in-law Jiang Jinzhao beside her. She saw that his face was calm and there was no fluctuation at all. She couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.
Sang Wenyin noticed Huadie's gaze. Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression becoming solemn. She glanced at Jiang Jinzhao coldly, and asked with a sharp accusation in her tone, "Why, your mansion is mistreating my savior, and you won't allow me to ask the imperial physician for help?"
Jiang Jinzhao simply waved his sleeves, turned around and left, leaving behind a calm remark: "Miss Sang, it's all up to you."
His indifferent attitude made the anger in Sang Wenyin burn even more fiercely.
Jiang Yuyao was well aware of Liao Lingxi's plan. After Jiang Jinzhao left, she couldn't help but sigh softly. Then she whispered to Sang Wenyin beside her, "Sister Sang, don't be angry. Big Brother wasn't like this before. Perhaps he's been so immersed in writing lately that his inspiration has dried up and he's in a bad mood. He's always kind and friendly to the maids in the mansion, without the arrogance of a wealthy young man. Instead, he often chats and laughs with them, spending time with them happily."
After hearing this, Sang Wenyin's expression became more complicated.
It turns out that Jiang Jinzhao appears to be honest and upright on the outside, like a gentleman who follows etiquette, but in fact he is so unruly behind the scenes.
His mother once praised him for not doing anything inappropriate at the age of twenty, and for not even having a personal maid. It was really surprising!
Moreover, he actually vented his anger on others because of his creative failure, which shows that he is uneducated. The so-called reputation as a talented man is nothing but the result of others' flattery and boasting!
How can he compare to the talented, profound and low-key Liao Lingxi?
Jiang Yuyao gently held Sang Wenyin's hand and comforted her with a smile: "Sister Sang, please relax. When you and Big Brother are married, he will definitely restrain his behavior..."
However, Sang Wenyin quietly pulled her hand out of Jiang Yuyao's grasp.
"Mr. Liao, I will take you to the clinic for treatment."
She signaled her coachman to carefully carry Liao Lingxi on his shoulders and head towards a clinic not far away.
However, Liao Lingxi gritted his teeth and politely declined, "Miss Sang, I'm deeply grateful for your kindness. But Young Master Jiang will be your future husband, and it's understandable that he'd be displeased by your outspokenness in front of me. A woman's life depends on her husband after marriage, and I don't want my presence to create any rift between you and your future husband. So, I bid you farewell. Please stay. I don't want to tarnish your noble reputation."
After saying this, he dragged his exhausted feet, covered with worn thorns, and walked away with difficulty.
Sang Wenyin looked at his lonely back and felt more and more sad in her heart. At the same time, she also admired Liao Lingxi's noble character even more.
Huadie anxiously asked, "Miss, should we still go visit the Marquis's wife?"
Sang Wenyin glanced at the vermilion gate and towering walls of the Yongding Marquis's Mansion and decisively turned her head away. "Visiting? They don't even take me seriously. Why should I bother trying to please them?"
After returning home, Sang Wenyin immediately found her mother and started talking to her in tears.
"Mother, the Yongding Marquisate's disdain for us is too great. If I were to marry into that hellhole and spend my days with those rude, unreasonable, and vulgar family members, I would rather shave my head and become a nun and practice Buddhism."
Mrs. Sang was heartbroken when she saw her beloved daughter crying so hard that she immediately decided to go to the Yongding Marquis' Mansion to seek justice for her.
"While our Sang family may not be as powerful as the Marquis' Mansion, we have been a family of distinguished officials for generations, and prominent officials in the court. Since they are interested in forming a friendly alliance with us, they should treat us with the utmost courtesy. How can we tolerate their careless and indifferent treatment?"
The painted disc on the side seemed hesitant, as if he had something to say but was hesitant.
Seeing this, Sang Wenyin hurriedly stopped Mrs. Sang, "Mother, there's no need to bother going."
As the saying goes, when a scholar meets a soldier, it is difficult to explain his reason. There is really no point in arguing with those rough and tumble warriors.
"I've seen Jiang Jinzhao before. He looks bright and beautiful on the outside, but he's actually hollow inside. My daughter has no intention of marrying him."
These words shocked Mrs. Sang. "Wen Yin, what nonsense are you talking about?"
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