Jiang Songyi keenly caught the fierce glint that flashed across his eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her tone was filled with a hint of teasing, "That's right, Yue Qingyang, didn't Jiang Yuyao bully you repeatedly? She once secretly stuffed a snowball down your collar, giving you a cold. She even made you hold a peach on your head as a target, resulting in an arrow wound in your shoulder. All these actions of mine are just to vent your anger."
Yue Qingyang lowered his head slightly to hide the fierceness in his eyes. His voice was low and soft, "I appreciate your concern, Miss. What happened between the Second Miss and me was just a joke. I don't want my presence to damage the relationship between you two."
Jiang Songyi's lips curled slightly as he glanced at the kneeling servants. He said with a hint of understanding, "I'm surprised you're having such a lively time. That means you're really enjoying yourself with these servants. If that's the case, I'll leave now and not punish you any further, so as not to disturb your fun."
The servants, as if granted amnesty, said respectfully, "Young lady, you are very perceptive. We respectfully send you off."
Yue Qingyang looked at Jiang Songyi in surprise as she walked away, his heart surging with emotion.
When Jiang Songyi set out on his journey home, on the long path back to Jinghong Garden, Yue Qingyang deliberately staged a touching self-torture trick.
He had originally planned to use Jiang Songyi's power to deal with these annoying guys, and at the same time secretly place his people around him. Unexpectedly, Jiang Songyi, this young man, turned a blind eye to them.
Those servants were almost punished by Jiang Songyi because of him. They were all filled with righteous indignation and planned to vent their anger on Yue Qingyang.
Yue Qingyang hurriedly called for help: "Miss!"
The flower petals drifted gently in the wind, like snow. Jiang Songyi was holding an umbrella in the drizzle. She glanced back. Her eyes were clear and pure, so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate. At the same time, it also made Yue Qingyang feel a desire to destroy.
"What's wrong?"
"without……"
Yue Qingyang lowered his head, and his wide sleeves slipped off his arms, revealing the crisscrossing whip marks, which made people feel pity.
However, Jiang Songyi's pair of glazed eyes only glanced at him casually before she calmly left, "Well, then I'll take my leave first."
The cut on Yue Qingyang's arm was still exposed in mid-air. He stood there in a daze, looking at the conspicuous wound on his arm with suspicion.
Could it be that the wound I cut was too shallow?
When Jiang Songyi's back completely disappeared, the servants immediately revealed their true faces and rushed forward like crazy to beat Yue Qingyang, punches raining down on every part of his body.
"Are you trying to complain to the young lady? Are you trying to punish me?"
"Humph, he's just a despicable bastard!"
Yue Qingyang clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his wrists throbbed like earthworms. He felt unprecedented humiliation, but when he thought about the current situation, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
All his words and actions in the Marquis' Mansion were closely monitored by Marquis Yongding. Any scheme he wanted to carry out could only be avoided through Jiang Songyi.
However, Jiang Songyi...
Thinking of Jiang Songyi's strange behavior today, a darker light flashed in Yue Qingyang's eyes.
…
Jinghong Garden is located in the southwest corner of Yongding Marquis Mansion. The slender Xiang bamboos sway in the wind, creating a quiet and profound atmosphere.
Jiang Songyi once scoffed at this deserted and remote place, but now, he unexpectedly felt some of the tranquility and indifference he had when he lived in seclusion in the mountains with his master.
In her previous life, she was hung on the city wall after her death, and her soul was imprisoned in her body. After the master appeared, her soul was finally released.
The master told her that she had a deep connection with him, and he led her to practice various metaphysical techniques. Just as she was about to reshape her body, she suddenly returned to the Yongding Marquis Mansion.
Recalling the elegant and otherworldly master, Jiang Songyi always feels a little lost, wondering if she will have the chance to meet her master again in this life?
Just then.
"Jiang Songyi, are you back?"
Jiang Songyi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl dressed in colorful clothes, as flamboyant as a peacock, walking into the house with a sumptuous meal in her hands.
She clutched the shiny chicken drumstick tightly and devoured it with relish, her fingers smeared with chicken fat. When only a few strands of meat remained in her mouth, she waved the drumstick in front of Jiang Songyi, "Songyi, try it quickly. The chicken here in the Marquis' Mansion is far superior to the home-cooked chicken in our village. If you're ever exiled to a villa outside the capital, you'll probably never be able to taste such delicious food again."
Jiang Songyi keenly caught the subtle sarcasm hidden in her words. He turned his head slightly and said in a sharp tone, "Qianqian, eat by yourself. I feel deeply guilty about traveling with you. After all, Jiang Yuyao is your biological cousin. If she had redeemed you, you would have been able to enjoy all kinds of delicacies in Weiyang Garden. How could it be like this now, where even steaming hot meals are so rare..."
Upon hearing this, Liao Qianqian immediately realized that the chicken drumstick in her hand had become tasteless. She licked her lips and asked with some reluctance and curiosity, "What other unique delicacies are there in Weiyang Garden?"
Jiang Songyi shook her head lightly, her face filled with helplessness. "I don't quite understand either, Qianqian. You know in your heart that my life is no match for Yuyao's. But you can rest assured. Even if I'm banished to another village, I'll take you with me. Even if I only have a mouthful of pig food left, I'll share half with you. The old lady and the others have always treated me coldly. You are my last resort."
Liao Qianqian was distracted, thinking about how to cleverly get rid of Jiang Songyi and throw herself into Jiang Yuyao's arms to enjoy all the wealth and glory.
She didn't want to suffer with Jiang Songyi!
"flourishing?"
"Songyi, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I need to go to the bathroom."
Liao Qianqian made up an excuse and ran away.
Jiang Songyi stared at her escaping figure with deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
Liao Qianqian is Liao's niece. She and Jiang Songyi are childhood friends and they are always inseparable.
However, Liao's younger brother was addicted to gambling. In order to raise money for gambling, he cruelly sold Liao Qianqian to a brothel.
At that time, Jiang Songyi was ready to return to his ancestral home. He couldn't bear to see Liao Qianqian fall into prostitution, so he paid for her redemption out of his own pocket and brought her to the Marquis' Mansion.
Although Liao Qianqian was ostensibly her maid, Jiang Songyi treated her like a real sister, ate and slept with her, and even carefully selected a happy marriage for her.
However, in her previous life, Liao Qianqian repeatedly assisted the evildoers, colluded with Jiang Yuyao, and framed Jiang Songyi in various ways.
There are very few maids in Jinghong Garden. Apart from Liao Qianqian, there are only a few maids sent by the mansion to do chores.
Jiang Songyi was too lazy to stay in the Yongding Marquis' Mansion for too long, so he tried his best to avoid any interaction with them, so as to avoid being soft-hearted and unable to let go of his feelings when the Marquis' Mansion was raided and executed in the future.
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