Go ahead and scream, scream your lungs out, no one will save you. Hello, I'm screaming my lungs out.
"Lock up the yard! Let her scream! Even if she screams until her throat is hoarse, no one will save her!" Yu Xi's face was gloomy, and she sneered repeatedly.
"Young master, please, please find a doctor for the young lady!" Chonghua knelt on the ground, kowtowing again and again.
Yu Xi's gloomy eyes shifted from the lock on the courtyard gate to the maid, and she said with a forced smile, "That's right! Not only should we let her thirst, let her starve, but we should also make her suffer to death. We're not allowed to find a doctor for her. Tomorrow! Tomorrow, she'll be begging me on her knees."
A well-intentioned reminder turned into a death sentence. Chonghua froze on the spot, tears silently streaming down her face.
Yu Xi directed several servants to guard the door, then left with a smug look on his face. He went to his study, sat for a while, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
In the backyard, by the faint moonlight, Uncle Zhao led the man in black over the wall from a corner and sneaked to the outside of the mistress's room.
“Young lady? It’s me.” Uncle Zhao lowered his voice.
"Come in, Uncle Zhao," Ye Qingzhou's voice drifted out faintly.
The three met and whispered among themselves. Uncle Zhao had already calmed everyone down, and Qingqing was being cared for by Chonghua and the nanny. The man in black asked, "Master Ye, should we have the brothers from the escort agency go and beat up that guy surnamed Yu, then send him to the county government?"
"Yu Xi's third uncle is shrewd and worldly-wise; he's the one who connected Yu Xi with the clerk. Last time, it was his third uncle who stirred things up regarding Steward Lai, saving Yu Xi's life. Let's do as we agreed first and see what happens..."
Before Ye Qingzhou could finish speaking, the bodyguard interrupted, "Someone's here. They're in a hurry."
Uncle Zhao pulled the bodyguard along and quickly left the room from the other side.
Sure enough, footsteps came from outside the door. He walked to the door, opened it, and called out in a hurried voice, "Qingzhou!"
There was no one inside.
From the inner room of the west wing, a woman's voice came: "Jinghong. I'm here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man closed the door, adjusted to the dim light, and walked into the inner room. He strode to the chair, held out his hand to Ye Qingzhou's face, then stopped: "Does your leg hurt badly? Don't cry, we'll apply some medicine, and it'll be fine."
As he squatted down, his hand flew down as well: "There's a reason for this, I apologize for the inconvenience."
A pair of large hands gently lifted Ye Qingzhou's legs and placed them on top of their own legs.
The man's hand held her trouser leg for a moment before rolling it up. Her delicate, fair legs were still captivating in the dimly lit room.
The several wounds on his knees were also so glaring.
“I heard him when he came, so I crawled under the bed. Later, you came and pulled him away, and that's when I came out from under the bed. But…”
"It's all my fault for believing his lies. He came back and caused you such a serious injury." Jiang Jinghong took out a medicine bottle from her bosom and gently sprinkled it on the wound.
"It's not your fault. Of course it's not your fault. It was my carelessness that allowed him to see us, and I stumbled and bumped into things while trying to escape."
"Where else does it hurt? Let me apply the medicine."
Ye Qingzhou didn't want to speak, but he couldn't avoid seeking medical help: "My back hurts."
"That beast!" Jiang Jinghong cursed Yu Xi, then sighed and put down the medicine bottle: "I'll go outside and watch over you."
After saying that, he really didn't turn around and walked outside the door.
Ye Qingzhou undressed herself and applied the medicine. Hearing the silence outside, she whispered, "Jinghong?"
There was a knocking sound from outside the door, along with a voice saying, "Qingzhou, I'm here."
Ye Qingzhou heard this sentence for three consecutive nights.
For the past three days, Yu Xi has been constantly called out to look after Ye Qingzhou, a task left to his uncle.
My uncle wanders around during the day and sleeps soundly at night.
Ye Qingzhou couldn't leave the courtyard. She would walk a few steps during the day, but she couldn't sleep at night.
“Studying under the lamp, won’t that hurt your eyes?” Jiang Jinghong walked into the inner room.
"My body is injured, how can I care about my eyes?" Ye Qingzhou continued writing furiously.
Jiang Jinghong put down the medicine bottle and sat down opposite him.
"I know that Yu Xi's absence these past few days was all your idea. Thank you for your hard work and the considerable expense involved." Ye Qingzhou put down her pen and looked at Jiang Jinghong.
Gazing at the beauty under the moonlight, she frowned slightly. Jiang Jinghong asked, "Then why are you still unhappy?"
"I don't want to be away from him for even a few days. I think I'll never see him again." Ye Qingzhou wrote her name on the paper. She looked at it, then threw it away.
Write it again.
Jiang Jinghong picked up the paper and stared at it: "A divorce agreement? Why throw it away?"
“He won’t sign. Besides, even if he did, my clansmen would use my childlessness as an excuse to seize my family property.”
I take up my pen and write this: let us part ways amicably, and may each find our own happiness.
How can one find joy in such a dilemma?
"So, you're going to spend your whole life with him like this?" Jiang Jinghong asked.
Ye Qingzhou sighed and finished writing another page: "If I had another child now, perhaps I could silence the gossip of my clansmen."
"You mean, you and Yu Xi have another child? And then you get divorced?" Jiang Jinghong frowned.
Ye Qingzhou finally put down his pen and looked directly at Jiang Jinghong.
"Say something!" He'd tried to break them up countless times, but they were back together. Were they treating him like a fool? Jiang Jinghong was indignant.
“Jinghong, you are kind and compassionate, saving me from danger,” Ye Qingzhou said.
What's the use of being good? You can't see it! All you see is Yu Xi, who beats his wife! Jiang Jinghong was inexplicably irritated and folded the paper in her hand twice.
“I know that Jinghong is a gentleman. This matter is somewhat difficult to say.”
Ye Qingzhou lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at Jiang Jinghong: "If it were possible to share a bed with Yu Xi again, that would be absolutely impossible. But if Jinghong pities my loneliness and helplessness, and grants my wish to give me a child..."
At this point, Ye Qingzhou blushed.
Jiang Jinghong stood up abruptly, his eyes still burning brightly in the flickering candlelight: "Although I have been a widower for many years, I still yearn for a life of leisure. But my family's precepts state that adultery is close to murder, and gambling is close to theft. Therefore, I cannot take another man's wife. Wait for me. I will be back soon."
After saying that, the figure rushed out the door, forgetting even to climb over the wall.
The patrolling bodyguards silently closed the gate.
sunrise.
The sun hadn't completely set, leaving only a sliver of its afterglow on the distant horizon. The courtyard gate swung open. Yu Xi, quite drunk, pointed at Ye Qingzhou, who sat steadily in a wheelchair under the tree in the central courtyard: "You... you agree to me marrying Yan'er?"
Jiang Jinghong squeezed past him, walked up to Ye Qingzhou, and handed over the documents.
Did Yu Xi sign it?
It's already registered with the government?
Ye Qingzhou was both surprised and delighted, and was about to ask for details when she saw Jiang Jinghong waving her hand behind her back to the others.
Can't I ask?
Could there be something inside?
Since he signed it, it was a good thing. Ye Qingzhou happily accepted the document, and even Yu Xi received a comment: "Wishing Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yan'er a lifetime of happiness together."
The moonlit night has arrived again, and the courtyard is quiet inside and out, with only the chirping of insects echoing through the yard.
Inside the room, red candles dripped tears. The wooden bed creaked and groaned. The man gasped, his hoarse voice piercing through the bed curtains: "Does it hurt?"
"..." Ye Qingzhou didn't speak. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was his well-defined waist and abdomen. Her face flushed slightly. She turned her head away and shook her head.
Jiang Jinghong bent down, leaving a trail of water stains on that face: "Don't hold it in. If it hurts, just say so, and we'll stop for a while."
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