Chapter 559 As long as they are willing to marry, I will marry them
In the shadow of the corner, Lin Jingchuan sat upright, holding a cup of cold tea in his hand, without saying a word.
There was no trace of emotion on his handsome face, but in his deep eyes there was a layer of lingering boredom.
Princess Yong's anger gradually shifted under her daughter's "comfort".
She looked at her overly outstanding son and became even more angry.
"Jingchuan! Why don't you say something! Look at your sister, she's always thinking about you, but you're like a gourd with its mouth sawed off!"
Lin Jingchuan finally took action. He slowly put down the teacup, stood up, and bowed slightly to the old Princess Yong.
"Mother, I am tired and will take my leave first."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his study without looking at anyone else.
"You!" Princess Yong was so angry that she almost threw the tea bowl beside her.
Lin Xingyao looked at her brother's indifferent back, a hint of stubbornness flashed across her eyes. She comforted her mother with a few words, then lifted her skirt and quickly followed.
The study was brightly lit with candles.
Lin Jingchuan stood in front of the window, his hands behind his back, without looking back.
"Get out." His voice was colder than the night outside the window.
Lin Xingyao seemed not to hear him. She walked up behind him, her voice still so gentle, "Brother, mother is worried about you too. After all, your marriage is the top priority of the palace."
Lin Jingchuan turned around slowly. The candlelight made the contours of his face more distinct and also illuminated the cold pool in his eyes.
"In a few years, I will be thirty years old, and getting married is only a matter of time."
His tone was so calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Lin Xingyao's fingers were slightly clenched in her sleeves, but her face still looked innocent.
She chuckled and said, "I know. I'm also looking forward to my sister-in-law coming home soon. But those people today are really not worthy of my brother. How can the Crown Prince's Consort of our Yongwang Mansion be so ordinary?"
"It's okay." Lin Jingchuan's eyes fell on her face, and his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate all her disguises. "Whether I am worthy of you or not, what does it matter?"
He suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an almost cruel smile.
"As long as they are willing to marry, I will marry them."
The smile on Lin Xingyao's face finally froze.
"Brother, you..."
"Don't you think they are not worthy of me?"
Lin Jingchuan took a step forward, his tall figure looming over him with a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Then why not, I will find a marriage for you too."
He stared at her suddenly wide eyes and spoke slowly, "How about we follow the example of the Duke of Zhenguo and find a son-in-law for you?"
These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Lin Xingyao's mind.
The color drained from her face instantly, and she staggered back half a step, looking at him in disbelief.
"Brother, you...what did you say?"
"I told you to get married too." Lin Jingchuan's tone didn't contain any joking, only cold determination. "You're not young anymore. How can you stay by my side all the time?"
"I've been married before and have a child. No one would want to marry me!" Lin Xingyao's gentle mask, which she had maintained for a long time, shattered completely at this moment. "I'm not going anywhere!"
Seeing her almost collapsed, Lin Jingchuan's eyes showed no emotion at all, instead, the boredom became more intense.
He retracted his gaze and lowered his voice to a very low tone, "It's not up to you."
"So what if the young princess of Prince Yong's Mansion has been married before? So what if she has children? As long as you are willing to find a son-in-law, there will naturally be someone willing to come."
He turned around and stopped looking at her, leaving her with only a cold and hard back.
"Father, I won't tolerate this any longer."
The words "It's not up to you" from her brother were like a death spell that stuck to Lin Xingyao's soul.
She didn't know how she walked back to the yard. She only felt the light and shadow of the lanterns in the corridor, and every step she took was like stepping on cotton. She was in a daze and unable to control herself.
The cold determination in the study crushed the last bit of hope in her heart.
When she opened the door, the warm smell of charcoal fire hit her face, but it could not dispel the chill that penetrated deep into her bones.
Under the lamp, a small figure was bending over the desk, holding a pen and copying the calligraphy stroke by stroke with great care.
That was her son, Lin Jiayou, who was eight years old.
Looking at her son's handsome and quiet profile, Lin Xingyao finally found an outlet for the resentment and hatred in her heart that had nowhere to vent.
Wei Qiming!
It was that damn Wei Qiming who harmed her!
If he had not used despicable means to destroy her innocence, how could she have given birth to this child, and how could there be such an unbridgeable gap between her and her brother!
Everything she had worked so hard for, all her caution, all her hopes, became a huge joke with the existence of this child.
Her heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.
In order to make her give up completely, her brother actually said such words.
He would rather marry an ordinary woman who has nothing to do with him than look at her again.
He used the way of destroying his own marriage to cut off all her thoughts.
How cruel and decisive it is.
Lin Xingyao's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She remembered her brother's last words.
Yes, father. He knew she was not his biological daughter, but he still gave her the honor of a princess.
It turns out that this tolerance has already come to an end.
If her father really no longer tolerates her, then she and her child will no longer have a place to stand in this huge palace, or even in the entire capital!
A burst of bone-chilling fear instantly overwhelmed all love and unwillingness.
She couldn't lose everything she had now! Absolutely not!
Lin Xingyao took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress the turmoil in her heart, put a gentle smile back on her face, and slowly walked to the desk.
"You'er, it's late at night, why are you still writing?"
When Lin Jiayou heard the voice, he raised his head, revealing a handsome face that was somewhat similar to hers, but there was a bit more calmness between his eyebrows.
"Mother, I still have one page left to write from the calligraphy that the teacher taught me today."
Lin Xingyao picked up the words he had written. The ink on the paper was neat. Although he was young, he already had a lot of character.
She felt a little moved and reached out to stroke her son's head. "Our You'er is so sensible."
She put down the paper, squatted down beside her son, looked him in the eye, and spoke in a very soft and gentle voice.
"You'er, mother wants to ask you something."
Lin Jiayou looked at her and nodded.
"Do you... want a father?" Lin Xingyao's fingertips felt cold when she asked this question.
Lin Jiayou paused for a moment while holding the pen, then shook his head and whispered, "You'er, having mother is enough."
"But mother can't protect you alone." Lin Xingyao's voice trembled. "There are so many people in this palace and they talk too much. I'm always worried that you'll be wronged in the future."
She looked into her son's still tender eyes and said, "Mother wants to find you another father. One who is like the Duke of Zhenguo, who is willing to live in the palace, who will be devoted to us and treat us well. What do you think?"
Recruiting a son-in-law.
These four words, spoken from her mouth, carried a sense of desperation and sadness.
Her brother used these four words to humiliate her, but she insisted on turning these four words into her only way to survive.
Lin Jiayou was stunned. He didn't seem to understand the complex meaning behind these words, but he understood the fragility in his mother's eyes.
He put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his little hand, and gently touched Lin Xingyao's cold cheek.
"As long as mother is no longer sad, You'er will listen to mother."
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