Chapter 258 Imprisonment
"Can you help me pass a message to my third brother? Ask him to come see me."
Jiang Linyuan nodded.
Wei Ciying wanted to say something more, but the jailer's impatient voice came from the other end of the corridor, "It's time to go."
Jiang Linyuan stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"Linyuan!" Wei Ciying stretched out her hand but couldn't touch the hem of the clothes, only catching a piece of nothingness. "You...you must come and save me."
Jiang Linyuan paused and looked back at her.
The light from the wall lamp fell on Wei Ciying's face, reflecting her dirty face, messy hair, and her eyes full of fear and dependence. She looked like a stray dog, shivering pitifully in the firelight.
He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, turned around and followed the jailer's footsteps, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The temperature around him gradually dissipated. Wei Ciying staggered back to the corner and wrapped herself tightly in the cold straw quilt again.
Now it seemed that Jiang Linyuan was the only one she could rely on. Wei Ciying closed her eyes.
The Sword Casting Pavilion is the largest sect in the martial arts world. It has no shortage of manpower and has some connections. Maybe they can find a chance to rescue her.
In a trance, she thought of her previous life again. She had spent some happy days with Jiang Linyuan. They went boating in the misty rain and played chess under the peach forest. The sunlight fell into Jiang Linyuan's eyes, and it was as warm as the spring breeze.
Those days were truly happy.
Wei Ciying buried her face in the quilt and let out an inaudible sigh from her throat.
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After a few days, Jiang Fei's voice finally got better and he could barely speak a few complete sentences, but his voice was still a little hoarse.
Jiang Fei had a burning pain in her throat these past few days and couldn't eat. She looked visibly thinner, which made Pei Jing look cold to her every day.
A few days later, Jiang Fei was barely able to handle daily conversations, and Pei Jing agreed to let her meet Jiang Linyuan in the pavilion of the palace.
It is already early February, and although the spring is still chilly, warmth has already spread over the branches, and all things are brewing vitality of revival.
Jiang Linyuan walked a little more slowly than usual, "Miss."
Jiang Fei turned around and said, "Sit down."
Jiang Linyuan nodded and sat down, saying, "The prince once asked me what happened that night that caused the young lady to not leave in time, but I didn't tell him."
"Thanks."
"I should be the one to thank you." Jiang Linyuan smiled, "It was the young lady who gave me the answer."
Jiang Linyuan's fingertips rested on the teacup, his voice filled with a sense of regret as if things had finally settled. "I've known her for two years. From the initial shock we felt when we first met to our mutual affection, I once vowed to be with her for the rest of my life."
"I still don't understand why she suddenly changed and wanted to kill me. I've always wanted an answer, and the lady has given it to me."
That night, in the burned house in Dengke Lane, there was not only Jiang Fei, but also Jiang Linyuan. That question was also asked for Jiang Linyuan.
"Do you believe what she said?"
Jiang Linyuan was silent for a moment. "I didn't believe it at first, but at that time, why would she lie? Then I thought, maybe what she said is true. Maybe such incredible things really exist in this world. Otherwise, how could someone change beyond recognition in the blink of an eye?"
Jiang Fei held the tea to warm her hands, "So what are you going to do next?"
Jiang Linyuan's Adam's apple rolled. "She is no longer the person I like. I prefer to believe that another malicious soul has taken over her body and taken her away. I will proceed according to the original plan."
He wanted Wei Ciying to have a taste of that feeling too.
The feeling of trusting someone wholeheartedly, of offering your heart to them, only to be stabbed in the back. He wanted to give Wei Ciying hope of survival, treating him as her last straw. Even in her dreams at night, she hoped that he would take her out and then crush her hope.
"Okay." Jiang Fei nodded and was about to get up when Jiang Linyuan suddenly called her.
"Miss, there's something I've always wanted to ask. When you discovered I was hiding the fact I'd recovered my memory, why didn't you just send someone to arrest me?"
Jiang Fei's indifferent gaze fell on Jiang Linyuan, "Because I know you want to use me, and I also want to use you, we just use each other."
Jiang Linyuan was startled at first, then he laughed, and the gloom in his eyes mostly dissipated. "Young lady, you are so frank that it makes people look at you with admiration."
"I'll just take it as a compliment." Jiang Fei said.
Jiang Linyuan's smile did not diminish. "People in this world are often tortuous and devious. They hide three-tenths of what they say, but only say three-tenths. Thank you, Miss, for your honesty."
"It's a good thing you confessed to me first."
Jiang Linyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
His confession at the time was partly due to the situation and partly because as they got along, he gradually developed a feeling of not being able to hide the truth.
Jiang Fei didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the pavilion, leaving Jiang Linyuan alone, sitting in silence for a long time in front of the full cup of herbal tea.
Pei Jing was waiting for her under the corridor in the distance.
He was dressed in black clothes, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were fixed on the pavilion from beginning to end.
Seeing Jiang Fei coming, he took a few steps to greet her and said with a stern face, "What were you talking about with him just now? He was laughing so happily."
"I didn't smile at him." Jiang Fei said quickly, "He smiled at me."
Pei Jing frowned, "You said so much to him."
His voice was not loud, but it was full of disapproval. Her throat had just gotten better in the past few days, and the doctor had repeatedly told her to speak less.
Jiang Fei took his arm and leaned against him and said, "I want to talk to you more, but you always feel sorry for me and don't let me say more."
Pei Jing's hair all straightened up, and he said with a deliberately stern face, "You always do this."
"So, do you buy into this?"
Pei Jing glared at her, his anger long gone, leaving only helpless indulgence, "Which of your tricks does this king not accept?"
Jiang Fei followed Pei Jing back to Xiesongzhai. The doctor had arrived today to see Jiang Fei.
In fact, there is no need to see a doctor every day. Her throat will get better if she takes care of it for a while. But in order to reassure Pei Jing, Jiang Fei still cooperates.
The doctor was also helpless. The patient's throat was just like that and there was nothing wrong with it. Even the prescription didn't need to be changed. He just needed to take care of it slowly and it would be fine.
But he insisted on asking her to come and take her pulse every day. Two days ago, she said she just needed to rest, but the prince scolded her and said she was perfunctory.
This forced him to rack his brains and come up with a different excuse every day from the day before.
Fortunately, King Zhaoning knew no medicine, so he could get away with it by making up a few vague words.
The doctor pretended to ponder as he took the pulse. Pei Jing was already beside him, saying in a deep voice, "How are you? Are you feeling any better today?"
How should the doctor respond to this? Naturally, each day is a little better than the day before.
Pei Jing sat aside and said, "You have to pay more attention and make sure her throat gets better soon."
The doctor was lost in thought as he pondered what to say today when he heard the prince continue, "You don't know, she has so much to say to me all day long. Her throat was so sore earlier that she couldn't speak, and she was so anxious that she tossed and turned all night. I couldn't get up without her. If she doesn't get better soon, she'll be suffocated."
Jiang Fei's expression was as speechless as the doctor's. Only Wen Zhu was holding onto the screen and knocking hard.
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