Chapter 39 Promise Her to Be Your Wife
Xiao Ji looked at his uncle's red eyes, his throat tightened, he raised his hand, held his hand, and shook his head to stop him from continuing.
"Uncle, I understand everything. There's no need to say anything."
His voice was much deeper and a little tired. When the emperor just said he wanted to depose him, Xiao Ji also wanted to seek help from the Yang family, but the idea only flashed through his mind for a moment.
The Queen Mother recounted the events of the past with him. She said, "Your grandfather was the youngest son, raised with much care and pampering. He could have lived a carefree life. Who could have imagined that one day he would have to shoulder such a heavy burden? He was naturally timid, and that incident truly frightened him to death."
My grandfather was so frightened that he was bedridden for over three months. How could he let such a thing worry him again?
So Xiao Ji said, "I understand the situation of the Yang family. Uncle, you don't have to be embarrassed."
But the more sensible Xiao Ji was, the more guilty Yang Xuchuan felt. His eyes turned redder with anxiety, and his voice was choked and anxious: "No, Xuenu, there are some things that must be said. It's not that we don't care about you..."
Yang Xuchuan held Xiao Ji's hand tightly, as if to convey all his guilt and helplessness through this grip. "Your grandfather has been suffering from insomnia every night for half a decade. He thinks about you every day, but he is more afraid of repeating the same mistakes and fearing that the Yang family will suffer another disaster. I came here this time without telling him..."
Seeing his uncle's eyes reddened, Xiao Ji felt a pang of sadness in his heart and comforted him: "Uncle, I really don't blame you. I know that you and grandpa have me in your hearts."
At this point, he looked down at the oil-paper bag on his knees, "Just like this meat pie, you still remember it after all these years..."
"But we should have done more!" Yang Xuchuan suddenly became excited. He had been squatting on the bicycle frame for too long and collapsed to the ground because of this sentence. However, he did not care and only said:
"You are Linghui's child, the bloodline of our Yang family! As the in-laws, we should mediate on your behalf. You are only... you are only eighteen years old."
In Yang Xuchuan's eyes, Xiao Ji's face was still too young, exactly the same as Linghui when she was still in the boudoir. Seeing Xiao Ji was like seeing his deceased sister.
How can an eighteen-year-old child cope with these storms alone?
Thinking of this, he trembled as he took out a brocade bag from his bosom and stuffed it into Xiao Ji's hand, "There are 100,000 taels of silver in it, take it, take it, if it's not enough, ask your uncle for more, and your uncle will give it to you.
"Go to the palace and repair it thoroughly. Don't be stingy. You've been living a life of luxury since childhood. How could you possibly live like that? Your uncle will send you good medicine regularly. You must take good care of your leg! It will definitely recover in the future!"
Qingwu watched this scene quietly, and Mrs. Zheng's words echoed in his mind, and his eyes became sore in an instant.
But now the uncle and nephew had no time to take care of her, so naturally they didn't notice anything unusual about her.
Even though he understood the Yang family's helplessness, Xiao Ji still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the Yang family could lend a helping hand. But in the end, he didn't receive a single word, and he was still somewhat dissatisfied. Now, with Uncle Yang's words, that little bit of resentment disappeared.
He turned his head away, took a deep breath, and returned the sachet. "I can't take this. I'll take good care of myself. Uncle, don't worry. Give my regards to Grandfather for me, and... go back quickly."
Today is not a day off, so my uncle, as an official in the Lanting Court, should be on duty. If the emperor knew of his absence, he might become suspicious.
Yang Xuchuan also knew what he meant, but he was determined to give away the things in his arms, so there was no reason to take them back. He looked at Qing Wu beside Xiao Ji, hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, forced a smile, raised his hand and threw the brocade bag into her arms: "If you don't want it, then your uncle will give it to your wife!"
Qingwu hurriedly reached out to catch the brocade bag embroidered with gold cloud patterns. The heavy weight in her hand made her heart tremble, because there were silver bills inside.
Just as he was about to refuse, Yang Xuchuan spoke first: "Don't give it back to me. This thing originally belonged to Xue Nu's mother and should have been left to Xue Nu. If he doesn't want it, then keep it. You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage the household. You are a girl, you should understand this principle. You are also the apple of Lord Xi's eye..."
He paused, a look of emotion in his eyes, "You've suffered so much following him..." Thinking of this, Yang Xuchuan's tone suddenly rose, "You must accept this money! You used to be so prosperous in the Xi family, you should live a life of that kind in the future!"
Since the girl had been wronged, he, as her uncle, naturally had to compensate her on behalf of his nephew.
Xiao Ji was about to stop him, but was stopped by a sharp look from Yang Xuchuan. This time, he finally put on the authority of an elder and lectured his nephew.
"If you don't want it, it will belong to your wife. And Xuenu, you must remember that no matter what happens in the future... you must not let down your wife who is by your side now."
Yang Xuchuan is a member of the Yang family. Perhaps the Yang family has a spirit of not admitting defeat in their bones. Even if it is not shown in his father, he is still unwilling to accept this in his heart. There is still a long time to go, and once his nephew recovers, there may be a chance of recovery.
There are often men in this world who become disdainful of their wives after achieving success, and he doesn't want his nephew to become such a man.
Xiao Ji blushed at his words and nodded quickly to accept his instruction. He subconsciously looked at Qing Wu and after a pause, he promised, "I will."
He gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, his voice low but every word clear, "I am already a commoner. For the rest of my life, my wife will be my only wife."
When he said this, Xiao Ji felt bitter and disappointed, but he also knew that no matter what, those dirty thoughts could only be hidden in his heart, and he could not let down the girl beside him.
These words were like a stone dropped into a deep pond, sending ripples through the car. Everyone who heard them paused at first, but then realized how reasonable they were.
Qing Wu was still immersed in her emotions, and it took her a while to react. Thinking of what Xiao Ji said, she was slightly stunned. Does this mean that she will be the legal wife in the future?
Before she could say anything, Yang Xuchuan nodded approvingly, his voice filled with relief and expectation. "That's right. You should live a good life in the future and have a few more children. Then your uncle will be able to give an explanation to your mother in the afterlife."
Hearing this, Xiao Ji's brows instantly showed embarrassment, just like an ordinary teenager who was forced to give birth by his elders. Qing Wu on the side felt that the brocade bag in her palm was so hot that it hurt her a little.
The spring breeze outside the car gradually weakened, mixed with Yang Xuchuan's hoarse voice of exhortation, which reminded Qingwu of her box of gold, and a hint of bitterness rose in her mouth.
Other uncles could love their blood relatives so much that they would not hesitate to spend millions of gold, but her huge fortune was obtained under the coercion of her mother and sisters...
Even though I told myself thousands of times in my heart that there were others who loved her, the weight of blood relatives was always different. Every time I thought of it, it was still like a needle prick, not fatal, but painful.
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