Chapter 125 My Future Husband, Please
This wasn't the first time He Jianren had met Yu Yi. Earlier, when Song Wenbin invited her to go boating on the lake, Yu Yi was often by her side. She just thought of her as an ordinary study companion and didn't think much of it.
Witnessing the two exchanging barbs firsthand, a feeling of being fooled surged through my head.
Enraged, she forgot all about decorum and pointed at Song Wenbin:
"Song Wenbin! You... if you are a homosexual, why have you repeatedly come to provoke me? Why do you want to propose marriage to my family?"
“Although my He family is not a wealthy and powerful family, we are still a respectable and scholarly family. How can you treat us like this? What do you take me for? A cover-up for your dirty deeds?”
Song Wenbin, already intoxicated and enraged, tightly shielded Yu Yi behind him:
"What nonsense are you spouting? The marriage was arranged by our parents, what does it have to do with me! You delivered yourself to my door, and now you're acting like a victim."
"Me, offering myself up? If it weren't for you, Young Master Song, repeatedly sending poems and gifts with ambiguous language, why would I have...!"
He Jianren was so angry that he was trembling all over. The two of them started arguing in front of the growing crowd, disregarding all decorum.
Song Sangyu, who had been pretending to be drunk while snuggling next to Fu Langxing, was so frightened by the scene that she was completely sober, fearing that the fire would spread to her.
She gripped Fu Langxing's arm tightly, her burning cheek pressed against his ear:
"Brother Langxing... I... I feel so dizzy and uncomfortable all over... Can we go back? It's too noisy here..."
The frail and helpless woman in Fu Langxing's arms spoke with resignation:
"I'm sorry, Yiqiu, Sangyu is really unwell. I'll take her back to her residence to rest. I'll leave things here to you."
Song Yiqiu looked at him quietly; the boy's clear eyes were now filled with weighing of options.
She suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival seven years ago, when Fu Langxing secretly hid a pot of wine from the banquet and dragged her to the osmanthus tree in the backyard.
That was the first time she had ever drunk alcohol. She took a small sip and got drunk, leaning on his shoulder.
He made a solemn vow at that time:
"Yiqiu, from now on, whenever you drink, you can always lean on my shoulder. For the rest of your life."
...
She shook her head and blurted out:
"Fu Langxing, what if I were drunk today too?"
Fu Langxing was taken aback upon hearing this, and after a moment he whispered:
“I’m sorry, Yiqiu… Sangyu… is not like you. You are strong and independent, and you can always handle everything. But she… is just a little girl who needs protection and can’t be left alone.”
Upon hearing this, Song Yiqiu suddenly smiled.
There was no anger, no resentment, only relief. The burden in my heart was lifted. It turns out that the promises made in youth can only remain in youth.
"Understood."
"Then I'll trouble you, Young Master Fu, to escort her back to her residence."
Watching Fu Langxing almost half-carry Song Sangyu as they disappeared into the crowd, Qingzhu stepped forward worriedly:
"Miss, are you alright?"
Song Yiqiu waved her hand, looking somewhat tired:
"It's alright. You all stay here and keep an eye on things, don't let Second Brother and the others go too far. I... I'm going to get some fresh air."
Alone, she slowly walked up the stone steps to the Wishing Bridge.
Most of the tourists on the bridge were drawn to the farce on the shore, so it was quiet at this moment.
She stood by the railing, gazing at the bright moon reflected in the water, its reflection shattered and reassembled time and again by the ripples, and sighed softly.
Just then, a mocking male voice came from under the bridge:
"General Song is truly extraordinary. He ignores the excitement on the shore and instead has the leisure to admire his own reflection here."
Song Yiqiu looked down at the sound, and a flower boat slowly emerged from under the bridge. Standing at the bow of the boat was a handsome young man in a wide robe, who was none other than the Crown Prince.
His eyes were slightly red at the corners, he held a jade cup, looked up at her, and had an ambiguous smile on his face.
"This wishing bridge has always been a place for couples in love to cross."
He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass, but his eyes never left her. "It's quite rare to see someone like General Song standing alone on that platform."
Song Yiqiu looked down at the figure at the bow of the ship, her tone calm and indifferent: "Your Highness seems to be enjoying a peaceful life."
“I am not here to be idle,” he said, taking a sip of wine and speaking in a magnetic voice, “I am here specifically to... await my future Crown Princess.”
Upon hearing this, Song Yiqiu did not feel ashamed or angry as a typical woman. Instead, she was stunned for a moment, then looked up and stared straight into his deep, unfathomable eyes.
A moment later, she suddenly laughed, not with her usual cold indifference, but with a flamboyant laugh that was both beautiful and bold under the lamplight.
She bent forward voluntarily:
"Your Highness, isn't drinking alone too lonely? Such a beautiful time, with lights shining in every home, why not... share a drink together?"
She reached out and pointed to the wine jug in his hand.
This invitation was clearly unexpected by Xiao Yongjing.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he replied with interest:
"It would be my great honor."
Before he finished speaking, he moved nimbly and leaped onto the bridge, standing beside her by the railing, and handed her a brand-new flask of wine.
"Drink it without worry, it's not poisoned."
Song Yiqiu took the wine pot, his cool fingertips touching his warm hand briefly before parting.
She tilted her head back and took a swig. The liquor was spicy, but it slid down her throat, and a warm feeling immediately rose in her body.
She gently shook the wine pot twice, her eyes tinged with a rosy hue, and her smile became even more unrestrained:
"If it were truly poisoned, being able to drag His Highness the Crown Prince, who is second only to the Emperor, to the Yellow Springs would not be a bad thing."
"Your mouth..."
Xiao Yongjing shook his head and chuckled, then picked up the wine jug in his hand and took a sip.
"When will you forgive them?"
He glanced at the scene below the bridge, which was gradually being brought under control by the servants and guards, and spoke with a hint of consideration.
"General Song, your use of a borrowed knife to kill tonight was truly brilliant. However, with such a huge commotion, the Song family's reputation is ruined. Have you considered how you plan to clean up this mess?"
"Your second brother's reputation is already ruined, and the He and Ruan families will definitely not let it go. As for your father... I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain."
Song Yiqiu followed his gaze to the gradually calming lake surface:
"If they wanted to join forces to drive me into a corner, they should have realized that even a cornered beast will fight back, let alone me. As for how to end this..."
She turned to look at Xiao Yongjing, her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Speaking of which, Yiqiu has something she would like to ask His Highness for help with."
Xiao Yongjing understood instantly.
No wonder she acted out of character tonight and took the initiative to invite him for a drink; she was waiting for him here.
Did they discover him long ago and wait for him here, or did they devise this plan after seeing him?
Xiao Yongjing was not annoyed at all; in fact, he was rather... pleased with it.
He raised an eyebrow:
"Oh? General Song... you've finally decided to trouble me?"
Meeting his teasing gaze, Song Yiqiu did not back down and uttered a startling statement:
"What's wrong with troubling my future husband?"
The words "future husband" were spoken so naturally, as if stating a given fact.
Xiao Yongjing paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, a sense of pleasure rising in his heart:
"Haha... Alright! Since you've put it this way... I can't bring myself to refuse."
He looked at her, his eyes filled with determination.
"Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"
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