Chapter 198: Hit
As soon as Jiang Ruolin's carriage left, Jiang Fei returned to the Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Chengjin was still in the main courtyard. He was in a good mood. He broke off a branch and played with it, humming a little tune.
Seeing Jiang Fei coming back, Jiang Chengjin just glanced at her lightly, then sneered and left, with the smug look on his face not hiding at all.
Jiang Fei stopped and watched Jiang Chengjin disappear arrogantly into the corridor without looking away.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Jiutao asked.
Jiang Fei frowned slightly. Even if Jiang Chengjin resented her for not helping him and found a way out from Jiang Rulin, he should not be so complacent in front of her for the sake of King Zhaoning's face.
At least when they met yesterday, Jiang Chengjin just put on a face.
"Nothing." Jiang Fei came back to her senses and called a maid over. "Where did the young master go today?"
The maidservant said truthfully: "To answer the young lady, the eldest young master has not left the house today."
Jiang Fei asked doubtfully, "Has anyone come to visit the family?"
"No." The maid said and suddenly remembered, "Oh, the Third Miss did come back once, but she left just before you came back."
Jiang Fei nodded and took Jiutao and Wen Zhu back to the west wing.
Along the way, he was wondering what Jiang Rulin had said to Jiang Chengjin that made him so proud. Although he hadn't figured it out yet, he still arranged for Wen Zhu to have someone keep a close eye on Jiang Chengjin.
Every time Jiang Fei came back from the palace, she brought big and small bags, just like a poor relative begging for money.
The room was completely different from when she first crossed over.
The old hemp mosquito net was replaced with shark silk, and official kiln celadon was placed on the bare table. Looking at the freshly picked white plum blossoms in the porcelain vase, Jiang Fei realized that it was already November, but she didn't feel cold this year.
She sat by the window and thought for a while, then took out the small notebook from under her pillow and wrote the third line: November 1, the 23rd year of Zhaowen, white plum blossoms...
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A few days later, an invitation came from the Marquis' Mansion, and Wei Ciying invited Jiang Fei to meet him.
Since their previous falling out, the two have not met alone.
The place Wei Ciying invited them to meet was in an elegant teahouse, right on the bank of the Jinlu River and facing a bustling street.
When Jiang Fei arrived, Wei Ciying had not come yet, so she was led upstairs by the waiter.
Before entering the private room, Jiang Fei glanced at Wen Zhu and asked, "Is everything arranged?"
Wen Zhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss."
This elegant room faces the river, and you can see the Jinlu River when you open the window. At this time of year, the old willow trees on the bank have already lost their green color, and occasionally a few fallen leaves are blown up by the wind and fall into the water in a spiral.
Jiang Fei sat by the window. The river breeze was so strong that her breath condensed into white mist. Jiutao was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she closed the window again.
The room was so warm that it made people feel drowsy. They leaned back in their chairs, nodded off, and dozed off.
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the private room was gently pushed open, and then closed after entering, without waking up the person who was sleeping on the table.
Wei Mingzhen slowly approached, glanced at the incense burner on the table, poured the remaining half cup of cold tea into it, and a puff of white smoke immediately came out of the burner.
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At this moment, on the other side of the capital, Pei Jing's carriage had just left Hehui Street.
He met several people in Liufang Garden today. Each of them had his own thoughts and they talked for half a day without reaching a conclusion. There was still a gloomy look on his face.
In the past he would have been ruthless, but lately his temper has improved a lot, and he actually let those people get away with it.
Pei Jing opened the curtain, and a cool breeze came into the car. It was already November, and the wind was filled with the chill of early winter.
The street vendors hunched their necks, the old man selling sugar paintings rubbed his hands with a puff of white air, and the clerk in the grocery store was holding up the door curtain and smilingly inviting customers in...
I had never noticed these ordinary scenes before, but now, perhaps because I have more concerns in my heart, I can actually patiently watch this moment of excitement, and even the chill in the wind seems to have faded a little.
Pei Jing raised the corner of his mouth almost imperceptibly and said to Duan Jiu, "When will Xiao Cui's visit to Wei Ciying end?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't hear the expected response.
Pei Jing frowned slightly and looked up at Duan Jiu on the horse. He saw that Duan Jiu was staring straight ahead with a pale face.
Pei Jing followed his gaze and his heart sank.
Under the eaves of the cloth shop across the street, the Wei Ciying he mentioned was standing there, holding a velvet flower in her hand, and listening to the maid's words with her head down.
Pei Jing felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer, and his head exploded with a buzzing sound.
Since Wei Ciying appeared here, who was the person who invited Jiang Fei to meet in the teahouse?
"wrong!"
The warmth that had just surged in Pei Jing's heart froze instantly, and the gloom between his brows suddenly surged up.
He suddenly lifted the curtain of the carriage, jumped down, grabbed the horse of another guard and rushed to the Linjiang Teahouse.
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Wei Mingzhen stretched out his hand, his fingers gently sliding across Jiang Fei's eyebrows, a morbid obsession appearing in his eyes.
Since he was a child, he has been the object of admiration of the noble ladies in the capital. He can write poems and essays at will. Even though he is the Marquis of Dingyuan, he is still treated with more indulgence.
But the person whom he looked down upon before actually touched his heart so much and became a thorn in his heart that he could neither let go nor pull out.
For the first time, he experienced the feeling of not being able to get what he wanted. His obsession grew wildly, almost crushing his pride of twenty years.
The sleeping person frowned slightly, his long eyelashes trembled twice, and then he woke up.
Jiang Fei opened her eyes and saw Wei Mingzhen's face so close to her. She was so scared that she leaned back suddenly, and the chair made a sharp creaking sound.
Things didn't go as she planned, but it didn't seem impossible to continue.
"Third Young Master Wei?" Jiang Fei looked towards the door. "Why is it you? Where's Wei Ciying?"
The evasive action made Wei Mingzhen's eyes dim, and then he returned to his usual gentle appearance.
"Ciying had something urgent to do, so she asked me to come see you."
Jiang Fei frowned, "Since Wei Ciying is busy, I'll make an appointment with her next time."
She leaned on the handrail and prepared to stand up, but as soon as she moved, she found that her limbs were weak and she had no strength.
She had felt something was wrong when she woke up earlier, and thought it was just the usual feeling of heaviness after waking up, which would go away after a while. But now, it seemed as if the strength to stand up had been drained away.
Looking back into the private room, Jiutao, who had been with her, was nowhere to be found.
She looked at Wei Mingzhen, "Where's Jiutao? Wenzhu, Wenzhu..."
His body was powerless and his voice was very weak.
Jiang Fei's uneasiness gradually grew, "Did you drug me?"
Wei Mingzhen looked down at her, his voice gentle and somewhat strange, "Don't be afraid, it's just medicine to calm you down. It won't do any harm to your body, and your maid will be fine too."
He reached out to touch Jiang Fei's cheek, "It's not easy to get you to talk to me properly."
Jiang Fei turned her head away and said, "Third Young Master, please respect yourself."
Wei Mingzhen grabbed the back of her head and made her look at him. "A Fei, I have never touched Jiang Rulin... not even a finger of hers."
Jiang Fei felt her whole body go limp, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands. "What's going on between you two is not my concern. You are my brother-in-law now, so you should call me Second Sister."
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