"Liao Lang and I are in love with each other! He loves me deeply and deeply! He understands me! Unlike some people who only act like a prince!"
Sang Wenyin's voice trembled with excitement, and she was deeply moved. "He even knew that I loved eating wild bamboo shoots! It was in the bamboo forest on the back mountain of Rong'en Temple. It was there when my mother took me to pray for my father. He specially used the stream water from the back mountain and the bamboo shoots from my own hands.
She made me a wild vegetable soup! It was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted in my life!"
She was completely immersed in the romantic fantasy she had created for herself, her face full of longing: "He said that as long as I could break free from this worldly cage, he would take me away! Leave the capital! Go somewhere with mountains and rivers! Why should I be trapped in this golden cage, being a hypocritical prince's consort? I want elegance! I want to be free and unrestrained! Do you understand? You don't understand!"
The words "Liao Lang" came out of her mouth, like cold water poured into a hot oil pan.
Mrs. Sang's originally pale face twitched suddenly.
In the main seat, Xu, who had been watching coldly, suddenly had a cold light flashing in the depths of his sharp eyes.
"Liao Lang?!" Madam Sang screamed as if she had grasped the last straw, or as if she had been stabbed by the name.
"Liao Lingxi? Is he the bastard born of that concubine from the Chansi Marquis's mansion? Wenyin! Mother warned you a long time ago! How could you, a thing with such a murky origin,..."
“That’s enough!”
Xu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up and interrupted Mrs. Sang's inappropriate roar. There was no trace of hypocritical gentleness on her face anymore, only cold majesty remained.
"Now that things have come to this, it's too filthy to continue entangled." She flicked her sleeves violently, as if brushing away something dirty. "Today, my Yongding Marquisate will pretend that we have never discussed this marriage with the Sang family! Madam Sang, take your beautiful daughter and get out! Never - ever set foot in the Jiang family again!"
The word "get out" was like a cold whip, slapping Mrs. Sang and her daughter's faces.
In the main hall of the Yongding Marquis Mansion, the air was as stagnant as the frozen surface of ice in the twelfth lunar month, and every breath was bitingly cold.
Mrs. Sang's face, which was usually well-maintained, was now as pale as paper. She stared at her daughter Sang Wenyin, her chest heaving violently, as if she was about to die in the next second.
"Evil creature!" Madam Sang squeezed out two words from between her teeth, her voice trembling. "Say it again! Whose...child is this?"
Sang Wenyin stood in the middle of the hall, her slender body standing straight, like a young bamboo that refused to fall despite being beaten by violent storms.
She held her still-unpregnant belly tightly with both hands, raised her chin, and glanced at Xu's sullen face, Jiang Jinzhao's unpredictable expression, and finally landed on her mother.
"Mother, listen carefully." Sang Wenyin's voice was not loud, but very clear. "The baby in my belly is the result of the love between Ling Xi and me, and the proof of our mutual commitment! This is our child, and no one can touch him!"
"Don't even think about hurting him!"
"You...you..." Madam Sang's vision darkened, and she pointed at her with trembling fingers. "Is it really Liao Lingxi? How dare you do such a shameless thing! And you're pregnant with his child? Do you still have any shame? Do you still have any respect for the other girls in the Sang family? How can I explain this to the Yongding Marquis' Mansion?"
Madam Sang suddenly turned to Xu, who was sitting at the head of the table. Her knees went weak and she almost knelt down: "Madam Hou, please forgive me! I failed to teach my daughter well! This evil girl has gone crazy! What she said was all crazy! This child... this child..."
She spoke incoherently and just wanted to deny everything her daughter said.
Xu sat still, her face covered with a layer of frost, her eyes as sharp as knives.
She didn't say anything, but the silent pressure made the temperature in the entire hall drop a few degrees.
In this suffocating silence, a slight "click" sound was heard from the corner of the hall.
Jiang Songyi was sitting upright in a cushioned armchair, dressed in an elegant yet understated palace dress, her demeanor impeccably dignified and graceful.
However, at this moment, there was a gleam of almost interest in her beautiful eyes, and she was holding a few peeled melon seeds in her hand, slowly bringing them to her lips.
[Click.]
There was another soft sound, and the melon seed shells were thrown into the exquisite little plate held by the maid beside.
[Tsk, brilliant! The drama of the year! Did Sang Wenyin's brain get stuck in a door or kicked by a donkey? Liao Lingxi? That poor fellow who doesn't even own a decent house and makes a living by writing sour poems and painting a few mediocre flowers and birds? Is everything about him worth a single hair of my brother Jiang Jinzhao's?]
Her eyes swept over Sang Wenyin's "loyal" look, and the little kid in her heart rolled his eyes to the sky.
[Proof of love? Ha! Such a proof is truly priceless. Not only would it cost her own reputation, but it would also drag down the entire Sang family. With Liao Lingxi's meager family fortune, she wouldn't even be able to afford a decent wet nurse for her unborn child. Is she planning to starve with the child in her arms, or is she counting on the Sang family to continue supporting her? Oh, the Sang family must be wishing they had never given birth to her.]
My brother, Jiang Jinzhao, the son of the Marquis of Yongding, is a man of both civil and military talents, with a bright future ahead of him. He has the right family background, the right looks, and the right character... at least a thousand times better than that Liao! He's not the wife of a crown prince, but he's picking up roadside rubble, thinking it's a rare treasure? He's so blind that even Hua Tuo couldn't save him.
[And what's with saying no one asked her about her wishes? She's truly a spoiled young lady, ignorant of the hardships of life. If only she had lived through the days of having no food to eat and worrying about money, how long would her great love last? I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to find the right tone to cry!]
While she was frantically scrolling through the comments in her mind, she picked up a melon seed, put it into her mouth gracefully, and chewed it slowly.
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