Jiang Tian shook her head and sighed, "The master is doing this for my sake. If I leave, no one else can leave. I am willing to stay here."
Her words finally softened the magistrate's expression.
Now that things have come to this, he doesn't care that his secretive thoughts have been exposed in public.
So what? A beautiful and graceful lady is the object of a gentleman's affections.
Jiang Tian's appearance has attracted several men to fight over her, but it's nothing more than a romantic affair.
Once he marries her, everyone will see how deeply he loves her, and what happened today will naturally be forgotten.
At this moment, he only cared about Jiang Tian.
"Since you're so sensible, then obediently come with me to get married. Don't worry, I won't mistreat you, and Brother Lu will treat you like his own mother."
His tone was gentle, as if he were a considerate and ideal husband.
Unfortunately, no one replied to him.
Under his gaze, Jiang Tian slowly took out a dagger with a gleaming, cold blade from her wide sleeves.
The yamen runners following the magistrate instinctively drew their knives.
The county magistrate is their superior, and they cannot afford to make any mistakes.
The magistrate's expression changed: "You want to kill me?"
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiang Tian press the knife against her face.
"You jest, sir. I am but a commoner. How could I dare to harm you?" Jiang Tian's lips curled up slightly. "I know that you married me simply because you like my face. Since everyone is here today, please bear witness for me."
“This face has brought me calamity, so I will give up this appearance.”
Jiang Tian spoke softly as always, but the meaning behind her words made many women's eyes show pity.
They were women too, and naturally knew how difficult it was for women to survive in this world.
If Boss Jiang's marriage to the county magistrate was mutually in love, it would naturally be a beautiful story.
But the person was unwilling in the first place, and was determined to make the magistrate give up his idea even at the cost of disfigurement. What a determination that must have taken!
Some people have already started talking about it.
The county magistrate was also taken aback by Jiang Tian's resolute decision.
He knew he had treated her well, yet she didn't care about him at all!
"You'd rather ruin your face than marry me?"
Jiang Tian nodded frankly: "Your Excellency is an outstanding person and should find a good match, but I am not."
However, the magistrate was no longer listening to her.
Heartbroken and dejected, he coldly looked at Jiang Tian: "Do you really dare to stab her? You run your own pharmacy and know medicine. You should know that if this knife goes in, and I don't find someone to treat you, you might lose your life."
"Better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile" doesn't suit you.
Jiang Tian didn't speak, but she was still looking at him.
The magistrate thought she had taken his threat to heart, so he took a deep breath and said, "Put down the dagger, and we will get married as planned. I'll tolerate your willfulness this time."
Jiang Tian shook her head, a hint of helplessness on her face: "My lord, you really don't understand me at all..."
Upon hearing this, the magistrate suddenly realized something!
Immediately afterwards, he saw Jiang Tian raise the dagger high and slash it down toward his face. Judging from the direction of the dagger, her entire face was about to be destroyed!
"Stop her!" the magistrate shouted in disbelief.
But, no sooner said than done!
A pebble, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, struck the dagger with pinpoint accuracy!
Jiang Tian's hand veered, and the dagger flew out and landed to the side.
The magistrate's face lit up with joy.
However, before his smile could fully appear, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he could even see the person's face clearly, he was kicked in the chest!
The magistrate flew three zhang away like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his chest, making it impossible to tell whether it was the red of his wedding robes or the red of his blood.
The incident happened too suddenly; the yamen runners protecting the magistrate didn't even have time to draw their swords before the magistrate was seriously injured.
"Who...who are you?"
When that person looked up, the magistrate looked as if he had seen the King of Hell. His teeth chattered, his face turned pale, and he was so frightened that his eyes widened and he stood there dumbfounded.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?!"
The county magistrate was a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations). He had achieved a good ranking in the examinations and participated in the palace examinations, so he had naturally met Xuanyuan Ye.
When he uttered those words, everyone around him, despite the countless people present, held their breath for a moment.
What?! The Emperor?!
The county magistrate, realizing what was happening, scrambled to his feet and kowtowed frantically, crying, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty!"
Xuanyuan Ye ignored him and walked step by step toward Jiang Tian, who was standing there alone.
It's been three years; he hasn't seen her in three years.
For three years, he sometimes hated her so much that he wished he could go with her to the underworld and ask her why she was so heartless.
Sometimes, he would be heartbroken while drinking, hoping that time could turn back so that the two of them could rekindle their romance.
He originally disrespected ghosts and gods and did not believe in karma or reincarnation, but now the number of scriptures in the imperial study is unknown.
Countless days and nights, he longed for her, yet he could not see her.
Xuanyuan Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were almost invisible.
His grip on her hand was so tight that the veins bulged.
This was the only woman he had ever been attracted to. He had thought that they would never see each other again, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth. But now, the woman was standing perfectly fine in front of him.
It was still those almond-shaped eyes, still that familiar demeanor, and even the way he bowed was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his midnight dreams.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The same goes for sound.
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