Chapter 50 Chapter 50: Such a handsome man, it's a pity that he was disfigured...
The rain was falling, and looking through the lattice window at a corner, the green leaves and red flowers in the courtyard were also covered with a layer of hazy mist.
Wu Jingxun looked at the old woman who had aged a lot in just a few days. Her originally black and shiny hair was now gray, and her eyes were soft and sad as she looked at Wu Jingxun.
"Jin'er is gone, and we're all heartbroken. But I know you're even sadder than I am. I've watched Jin'er grow up for the past twenty years, and you, an old woman, have only been married to him for a short time, and we haven't even spent a single day together as a real couple. How can I bear to watch you suffer in this house for him for the rest of your life?" The old lady waved her hand, her tone slow and peaceful. "Jin'er used to be very filial to me. He won't blame me for writing this letter of divorce for him. If he has to blame anyone, it's his own bad luck. He had such a good wife, but he didn't let you live a good life for a single day before he passed away. I, I really am—"
By the end of the story, the old lady had already broken down in tears, but she still pushed away Wu Jingxun's hand that was trying to support her, mumbling, "Hold it farther away, hold it farther away, don't get it wet."
Wu Jingxun wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton soaked in rainwater. The feeling of being blocked was not pleasant, but she was even more sad because of the old lady's feelings.
The old lady gathered herself together, and seeing the girl clutching the bundle of documents tightly in her fingers, she added, "I'll make the decision. I'll give you all of Jin'er's private property. A little girl needs to have something to keep her safe, so she doesn't have to worry. Whether you remarry or keep your hair on your own, this is your confidence, don't you understand?"
The old woman's words were gentle and mellow. Her nagging and caring manner made Wu Jingxun burst into tears that had been accumulating for a long time. She lay on the old lady's lap and murmured, "I don't deserve such kindness from my grandmother..."
"Nonsense." The old lady scolded lightly, and her warm yet slightly rough hands brushed her cold and delicate cheeks, and tied up her slightly messy hair. "Jin Ge'er likes you, and if he marries you, we will be a family. What's wrong with me thinking about my own family?"
Amidst the girl's soft sobs, the old lady continued, "Keep this letter of divorce and the deeds to the house and land safe. Don't let anyone else know. When you want to leave in a while, just tell Grandmother."
Wu Jingxun said nothing, simply leaning blankly on the old lady's lap. She had married into the Pingning Marquisate because she no longer wanted to endure the indifference and scolding of her mother and father. If she left the Pingning Marquisate, what kind of life would she lead?
She has no idea now.
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Pei Jinguang could only have a cenotaph built for him, but even so, Emperor Qing of Zhou still showed great honor to this general who died young.
Pei Jinguang was posthumously conferred the title of Duke of Protectorate, and Wu Jingxun naturally became the wife of a first-class duke. To be more specific, now even Princess Changyi has to kneel down to greet her when she sees her.
Wu Jingxun was not happy about these external glories, and even his expression of deep gratitude to Tian En was a hypocritical and insincere gesture he had to make. Perhaps it was influenced by the letter of divorce, but Wu Jingxun looked at all kinds of people, some crying and some congratulating him, and felt that they were just puppets on the stage, and he was one of them.
She's just a puppet. If the person behind the scenes loses interest one day and cuts the strings at will, she will be useless.
The rain was still falling. Wu Jingxun squinted her eyes and felt that the entire Jinling City seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable haze, which made her feel so depressed that she couldn't breathe.
"What are you thinking about, girl?" Mrs. Tong has been exhausted these days. It's not because she played a role in Pei Jinguang's funeral, but because she was holding a grudge in her heart, which made her feel like she was on fire and unhappy all day long.
Her daughter finally married into a wealthy family, and before she could enjoy her glorious life for a few days, the son-in-law she had finally secured died without any help, leaving her daughter a widow. This would have depressed anyone for ten days or half a month, let alone Madam Tong, who had always had high hopes for Wu Jingxun's marriage, hoping that she would help her brother after her marriage.
But now her son-in-law is gone, and Wu Jingxun has no children. Even though the title of the Duke's wife looks intimidating now, the title of the Marquis of Pingning's Mansion will definitely be inherited by Erlang of that mansion in the future, and the property of the mansion will naturally belong to the new marquis. When Wu Jingxun's dowry is spent, won't she have to ask her natal family for money?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Tong frowned. She didn't want this matter to ruin the relationship between Cong Ge'er and his future wife.
Wu Jingxun withdrew his thoughts, glanced at Madam Tong, and shook his head: "Nothing."
She obviously didn't want to say anything more, but Madam Tong was in high spirits. She glanced at the now deserted hall and sighed, "They say swords are blind on the battlefield, but didn't you always come back safe and sound so many times before? Now he's gone, leaving you all alone and helpless. I feel so bad for you..."
Wu Jingxun was no longer the young lady who was overjoyed at her mother's love. She understood the implicit meaning in Madam Tong's words, but still found it somewhat unbelievable. Was this what a mother should say?
"What does this mean, mother?"
This idiot!
Madam Tong suppressed her impatience and said seriously, "You're still young, and you haven't actually married the Duke of Huguo? Do you really want to stay with him forever? Don't be so stubborn! If I were you, you could stay with him for a year and then marry again. If that were to happen, everyone would just praise you for your loyalty. But if you're remarrying, you have to lower your standards. I think Sanlang from the Duke of Cheng's mansion is pretty good. Although he's been married twice before, he's well-educated and ambitious. If you go there and have a son, your position will be secure. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
She spoke with great enthusiasm, but Wu Jingxun felt cold all over.
Dalang of the Chengguo Mansion has a close relationship with the Minister of Personnel, who is in charge of the transfer of officials. If his wife's younger brother's brother asks for help in the future, should he help?
Although A Niang mentioned this person seemingly casually, I'm afraid she had already thought about it in her mind for a long time.
Wu Jingxun's almond-shaped eyes darkened a bit. "Oh? Mother seems to be very familiar with the situation of unmarried men in Jinling City."
Does this mean he's trying to soften his stance? Madam Tong quickly told her the names of several families she had her eye on, and concluded with a comment: "This Minister Xu isn't bad, but he's a bit old and a widower. If you marry him, you'll have to deal with a bunch of stepchildren, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it." Old men like that are extremely cold-hearted, and with her daughter's stubborn temper, she's afraid they won't be able to influence her.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Tong felt a little regretful that she had brought her up to be so conservative and old-fashioned. Now she couldn't even bear to remarry, so how could she help her brother in the future?
The mother and daughter were talking in the flower hall while the stewards were in charge of seeing the guests off. Everyone knew what had happened, and the relatives in the mansion were all exhausted, so they said goodbye in groups of three or four and left together.
Pei Huaiguang stood expressionlessly under the corridor separated by a wall.
He didn't want her to have any thoughts of marrying someone else, but he also humbly hoped that she would give in and express her willingness to marry again.
Doesn't this also mean that my brother is not unique and irreplaceable in her heart?
Just when she was thinking about which young man could be the next husband for Wu Jing, a clear female voice suddenly rang in her ears. The voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, but the content of the words almost made her angry.
"Since you're not sure which men are suitable for marriage, why don't you divorce Father and marry someone else?" Wu Jingxun glanced at Cuiping's shocked face and met Madam Tong's sullen expression. "You can tolerate Father treating you like this. Prince Pei is very good to me. I'm willing to stay with him no matter how long it takes. Mother, there's no need to compare him to those widowers and playboys. I find it disgusting."
So eloquent.
This is deep love.
Pei Huaiguang twitched his lips but failed to smile.
Madam Tong seemed infuriated by her daughter's rather rebellious words. She raised her hand to hit her, spewing angrily, "I'll beat you to death, you stupid fool! What are you thinking of when you instigated me to divorce your father? Do you really want to legitimately call that bitch Sun Luqiu "mother"? "
Wu Jingxun naturally wouldn't just stand there and let her beat him: "Mother, you're wrong. You and Aye have been lovers for many years. Since you feel that there are many good men out there, you could just choose a better one. Why torture each other with Aye?"
This sentence was not said simply to anger Mrs. Tong, Wu Jingxun also felt so sincerely.
What's the point for a couple who hate each other to continue to exist?
Madam Tong was so angry that her eyes turned red: "What do you know! I will never give your father to anyone else. Even if I die, he can only bury me next to him!"
It's like this again.
Wu Jingxun was tired of her hysterical look, so he turned around, his eyebrows moving slightly, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of a white robe corner flashing by.
He doesn't like wearing white and usually wears black clothes.
But these days he has been wearing white clothes, and the dull color has weakened his stubborn hostility, and the handsome young man's eyebrows have also been filled with a bit of silence and gentleness.
...Wait, why did she suddenly start thinking of Pei Huaiguang?
The beautiful girl in white turned around, her jet-black hair and slender white neck made her incredibly pretty, but she was a bit stupid!
Mrs. Tong was very disappointed: "Why do you think I have made so many plans? Isn't it for you?! Master Pei is gone, and you will be a widow from now on. People say that widows are always surrounded by gossips, but you don't have any children. When Pei Erlang gets married and has children, will you still have a place in this mansion?" By then, she will have to go back to her parents' home in embarrassment. Instead of that, it is better to find a reliable family to marry into as soon as possible.
Mrs. Tong argued convincingly and felt that her reason was completely valid.
Wu Jingxun watched the white figure leap nimbly in front of him.
"Oh, of course there is."
The mother and daughter were talking in private, so why did a man suddenly jump out?
Mrs. Tong looked back in astonishment. Pei Erlang, whom she had just fabricated into mistreating his widowed sister-in-law cruelly after getting married and having children, was standing there, with a cold smile between his crescent-shaped brows.
"Madam, don't worry. As long as I live, my sister-in-law will live." Pei Huaiguang's tone was deliberately drawn out, sounding inexplicably sarcastic. He looked at the girl standing aside, pursing her lips and saying nothing, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "I will support my sister-in-law for the rest of my life, and that's what I should do."
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