It’s not that he didn’t hear what Jiang Xue said, he was just afraid that he had heard it wrong. Jiang Xue said that the person his Xiaoze had always liked was him, not Jiang Xue.
It turned out that he had been wrong all along. Ozawa had feelings for him and liked him as much as he did.
At this moment, the person Song Yu wanted to see most was Xu Tianze. He stopped pestering Jiang Xue and immediately got up and left the cage. He was going to see Xiaoze and tell Xiaoze that he liked him too.
In this way, the two of them can stay together forever, resolve all the current misunderstandings, and reconcile.
"Husband!" Jiang Xue wiped her tears and shouted at Song Yu who had already escaped from the cage. Seeing Song Yu stop and turn to look at her, she smiled and said, "Husband, can you make osmanthus cream for me again?"
Just once, the last time. Since her wedding with Song Yu, she has never eaten the osmanthus cream made by Song Yu himself. She has bought all the ones available on the market, but none of them suited her taste.
When Song Yu turned around and saw Jiang Xue's expression, the ecstasy in his heart subsided a little. When he heard that Jiang Xue wanted to eat osmanthus paste and wanted him to make it himself, he was stunned.
He didn't remember that he had the ability to make osmanthus paste. At most, he was a transporter. He could help deliver the osmanthus paste, but as for making it, it was simply impossible.
He didn't even believe that the sweet-scented osmanthus paste he made was edible.
"Xue'er, I have never made osmanthus paste. A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Besides, why should I, a prince, cook for myself?" Song Yu replied to Jiang Xue after thinking for a while.
"What did you say?" Jiang Xue's mind went blank when she heard Song Yu's words. She looked at Song Yu in disbelief, "Where did the osmanthus cream from previous years come from? The taste of the osmanthus cream has never changed since I was a child."
If it wasn't written by Song Yu, who else could it be? It couldn't be... It couldn't be, it couldn't be him, it had to be someone else.
Song Yu saw that there was life in Jiang Xue's eyes, but her face kept changing colors. Suddenly, he had an idea and understood something.
"The reason why you are so determined to marry me is because of this little osmanthus cream?" Song Yu felt confused. He suddenly felt that it was a little ridiculous. It was just a jar of osmanthus cream.
Was it just this jar of osmanthus cream that, by accident, ruined three people?
If she knew who made the osmanthus paste, what would she do? Would she marry someone else?
"Who made the osmanthus cream?" Jiang Xue licked her cracked lips, with some uneasiness in her eyes.
Osmanthus paste is indeed just a dead thing, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t eat it, but this osmanthus paste was her only solace in her childhood, and it was the first time she received care from others.
At that time, she was not smart enough, nor did she please her grandmother and stepmother, nor did she save her eldest brother. She was still the illegitimate daughter of the Jiang family who was bullied by servants.
Every time she stood in front of the osmanthus cream stall, she couldn't move, but she was short of money and could only watch from afar. But just like that, one day she suddenly received a jar of osmanthus cream, and no one knew how happy she was.
It was not until later, when Song Yu gave her a few jars of osmanthus cream every time, that she was sure that the person who had always cared about her was Song Yu, and she happily married into the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.
Now she is told that she had recognized the wrong person from the very beginning, and everything she has now is a joke.
"It's Xiaoze." Song Yu said the last words with a trembling voice. He suddenly didn't know how to face this complicated relationship.
What he didn't expect was that the osmanthus cream he gave to Jiang Xue just to show his concern for Xiaoze would become the beginning of all this trouble.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could it be him? You are lying to me, right?" Jiang Xue pinched the corner of her clothes tightly, feeling dizzy.
"It's Xiaoze. Have you forgotten that among the three of us, only Xiaoze would occasionally cook?" Song Yu took a deep breath, walked back to the cell, and squatted in front of Jiang Xue. "Every time I gave you osmanthus cream, Xiaoze was there. Don't you remember?"
Song Yu helped Jiang Xue up and gently wiped the panicked tears from the corners of her eyes. "Even if you don't remember all this, do you still remember what the tree in Xiaozeyuan is?"
"It's an osmanthus tree." Jiang Xue muttered to herself in despair and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Xue seemed unaware and just wiped the corner of her mouth. She stood up and walked to the corner of the cage and squatted down, not even looking at the other people in the cell.
"Goodbye, Prince. Xue'er won't see you off." After saying that, Xuedie hugged her knees and stared blankly at the ground in front of her.
Her life was already over, and there was nothing for her to dwell on. When she suddenly heard the truth of the matter, the huge surprise and huge regret collided with each other, making her head go blank.
She didn't even know how to deal with this matter. She just felt so tired, so tired, so tired...
"Xue'er, Xiaoze is still alive." Song Yu really couldn't bear to see Jiang Xue in this state. He and she had been in love since they were young, and even if they had not slept together, they were husband and wife in name.
The aristocratic families were entangled in their own interests. Who could say that everything was truly unrelated to the family's interests? Now that the Jiang family had fallen, and Jiang Xue didn't have much time left, what was there to be impatient about?
After all, it was Song Yu who harmed such a girl, making her marry into the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion with full hearts and eyes, and making her become vicious and resentful, turning her into a resentful woman in the boudoir.
Jiang Xue nodded to indicate that she understood. Even if Xu Tianze was still alive, what would it matter? They had already been on opposite sides, and Xu Tianze would no longer be her brother Tianze. And all of this was created by her own hands.
She harmed his family, destroyed the originally happy and cheerful young man's family, and even had his body defiled. She also turned such an innocent man into a cruel and unscrupulous person.
Jiang Xue was speechless when facing her brother Tianze again, and even saying sorry was just a luxury.
"Brother Yu, Xue'er once thought that there were so many injustices in this world, but I insisted on making a way out for myself, even if this way was dirty." Jiang Xue's voice was filled with deep fatigue and even a hint of world-weariness.
"Now it seems that Xue'er's existence itself is wrong. If Xue'er hadn't existed, perhaps Brother Yu and Brother Tianze would have finally gotten married." Jiang Xue smiled self-deprecatingly. She huddled in the corner and it seemed that only by leaning against the wall could she feel a little bit of security.
When Song Yu heard Jiang Xue's words, his eyes dropped, only his eyelashes were slightly wet: "This is how the world is. Nothing is wrong. It's just that the world is unpredictable and fate plays tricks on us."
He didn't say he blamed others, nor did he say he didn't blame others. The three of them had already reached this point, so how could it be just one person's fault?
After saying that, Song Yu shook his head and left with Dai Nian. Cui Zhu was left in the cell as the last companion for Jiang Xue.
Jiang Xue squatted in the corner for a long time. Seeing that Song Yu was not coming back, she changed from squatting to sitting and pulled Cuizhu, who had been leaning against her, to sit down.
"Cuizhu, from now on, you must remember my words well." Jiang Xue's face was calm, without any trace of the stunned look from being shocked by the truth just now.
Xu Tianze and Xuedie, who had originally planned to show up, silently retracted their steps after hearing Jiang Xue's words.
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