"Okay..." Sang Wenyin's voice was like a drowning person finally grabbing a piece of driftwood. It was tearful, but full of hope and courage for the future. "Ling Xi, I believe in you! I only believe in you! Let's go! I'll go with you!"
Liao Lingxi patted her back gently, comforting her: "Don't be afraid, Wenyin, don't be afraid. I am here..." His chin rested on the bun on Sang Wenyin's head, and the excited blush and anger on his face faded away quietly like the tide.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of satisfaction at having succeeded in his plan, and a hint of contempt for this woman who had fallen into his trap so easily.
Well, the hardest step has been taken.
This expensive "goods" was finally delivered to my door.
The next step is what really matters.
…
Sang Mansion.
The heavy door of the mansion, painted in vermilion and gold, was opened a crack by the gatekeeper with a creaky sound.
The scene outside the door made the copper lock in his hand, which he usually polished to a shine, slam against the smooth and hard gold brick threshold with a clang.
On the ground outside the door, one was kneeling and the other was standing.
The kneeling figure was a pregnant woman, her hair covered with pearls and jade, and her gorgeous brocade dress with gold-threaded edges was covered with dust, which was extremely dazzling in the sunlight.
There was a desperate fanaticism on that haggard face, and his hands were tightly holding the arm of the man next to him, as if he was grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
The man standing there had a blue shirt that had faded slightly from washing, and his thin body stood straight.
His face was drooping, his expression unclear, as if he was bearing a huge weight, causing the onlookers to gasp.
Sang Wenyin?
The crowd exploded like a bucket of cold water suddenly poured into a frying pan.
Everyone's eyes were fixed like arrows on the face of the kneeling pregnant woman, and then a dead silence of horror broke out. The next moment, a buzz of panic and doubt suddenly rose up, almost overturning the signs hanging high on both sides of the long street.
"Oh my God! Am I seeing things?" An old woman standing on tiptoe rubbed her eyes frantically. "Isn't that the eldest daughter of the Sang family who died in the ancestral hall?!"
"Hiss! Are we seeing a ghost in broad daylight? Didn't the Sang family announce throughout the capital that she had an acute illness and died suddenly? Hadn't the seventh day already passed?" The man pushing the wheelbarrow next to them trembled.
Some even pointed at Sang Wenyin's slightly bulging belly and muttered incoherently, "How can a dead person be like this? With such a big belly? This doesn't make sense!"
In the center of the discussion, Liao Lingxi lowered his head even lower, almost buried in the folds of the old clothes on his chest, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty.
"Oh my God!" A scream came from the other end of the long street.
Following the sound, I saw that the carved windows of the teahouse facing the street were suddenly pushed open, revealing several faces that looked a little funny due to excessive shock.
It was Bai Linxi and his group who had listened to the storytelling in "Songhe Tower" before.
The crowd gathered under the teahouse and the kneeling figure attracted their attention like a magnet.
Bai Linxi leaned forward, nearly breaking the window frame, her voice chopped off: "Cousin Qingmo! Pinch me! Is that really Sang Wenyin?!"
She pointed at the shivering figure at the entrance of the Sang Mansion, her eyes widening, "Didn't she commit suicide..."
Jiang Qingmo on the opposite side was obviously much calmer, only his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was no warmth in them.
She slowly smoothed a strand of hair that was blown to her cheek by the wind, picked up the warm Biluochun tea on the table and took a sip.
"Oh," a barely audible sneer escaped his lips, and he put down his teacup. "Suicide? Just an excuse to fool the devil."
Her gaze passed over the crowd, landing precisely on the kneeling man and woman, with her usual condescending insight: "I heard a rumor a while ago. The lady of the Sang family is trying every possible means to marry this precious legitimate daughter to the Yao family in Jiangnan to avoid the limelight. Yao Zhenyun of the Yao family, huh, no matter how rich he is, isn't he still a bastard son of Lady Sang's family? He is far inferior to the eldest legitimate daughter of the Sang family. Who would have thought..."
She glanced at the figure in green clothes kneeling beside Sang Wenyin, a trace of clear contempt flashing in her eyes, "I would rather kneel with my belly bulging out to this poor scholar who will never see the day of success in his life. Tsk, the Sang family's blindness is hereditary."
Bai Linxi was stunned, and it took him a long while to find his voice. Pointing at Liao Lingxi, his mind still full of cousin Jiang Jinzhao's tall and handsome figure and illustrious family background, he blurted out subconsciously: "But this Liao guy has no family background, and his academic achievements are only a Juren. I heard that his family wealth has almost been emptied out by rats! In terms of character and appearance, let alone cousin Jinzhao's finger, even the son of the manager of my family's shop looks more promising than him, right? Could it be that Sang Wenyin has been blinded by greed and has really been bewitched by a vixen?"
The other noble ladies by the window covered their lips with their handkerchiefs and chuckled in varying pitches but all with a touch of mockery.
The once high-ranking and noble family has now become a laughing stock on the streets.
"Oh," a contemptuous voice sneered, "It's more than just deceiving. They're determined to kick the pitiful backbone that the Sang family has accumulated over several lifetimes into the muddy ditch."
Jiang Qingmo's slender fingers tapped gently on the window frame. "Just wait and see. This drama has only just begun. Let's see how the Sang family, a family with a thousand years of history, will be shattered before the eyes of the world because of a daughter who got pregnant out of wedlock."
On the other side, Jiang Songyi remained silent.
She leaned against the cold window frame, her gaze coldly penetrating the noisy crowd.
The corners of Jiang Songyi's lips twitched ever so slightly, a tiny downward curl. This tiny expression was as fleeting as the shadow of a falling leaf drifting past the window.
"fool……"
Those two words were as light as a sigh, drowned out by the surging voices outside the window. Only she could hear the piercing coldness. She looked at Liao Lingxi, the irony in her eyes thick and unbending. This man had calculated every detail perfectly.
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