Chapter 65: My dear Madam, please forgive me this time.
Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes with unknown emotions, Song Baoyuan was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to react.
"Mr. Xie, you may have misunderstood. When I said I no longer had a husband, I meant I had divorced the father of my child."
Xie Yuchao's gaze shifted rapidly, and he murmured calmly, "I see."
Jiang Keyu, who felt like the sky was falling for a moment, finally came to his senses, but his mind was still blank.
Xie Yuchao had more questions circling in his mind, but he didn't know how to ask them, so he hesitated several times to speak.
Song Baoyuan couldn't figure out what whether she was a widow had to do with this meal, and why the atmosphere became so strange after this question.
…
After dinner, Xie Yuchao thanked for the hospitality and left first.
Song Baoyuan walked him to the door, and when she turned around, Jiang Keyu was standing beside her.
"Brother, are you going back too?"
"You told others you were a widow?"
Song Baoyuan: “?”
She was completely puzzled. "Didn't I already explain it?"
Jiang Keyu was inexplicably stubborn, "You're not explaining it to me."
What's the difference? Song Baoyuan didn't understand and could only utter four words after a long while.
"You're not deaf."
"I, you..." Jiang Keyu was furious. What was her attitude?
Song Baoyuan walked past him without hesitation, saying, "Goodbye, brother. I won't see you off."
Jiang Keyu subconsciously grabbed her wrist. "Do you really wish I wasn't here? Even better, dead?"
He held on so tightly that Song Baoyuan had to stop and look back in surprise, "I clearly told you it was just a misunderstanding!"
"Then why won't you explain it to me?"
"It's not like you didn't hear it!"
"no the same!"
The servants in the house had never seen such a scene before, so they all moved away, and also tried to prevent the young masters playing in the inner courtyard from getting close to the door.
Song Baoyuan was slightly annoyed and tried to break free from him but to no avail. "What's the difference? I've explained everything I need to explain. If you insist on making further assumptions, what else can I do?"
Jiang Keyu felt aggrieved, "I don't remember ever being this impatient with you."
Song Baoyuan was stunned when she heard this.
Suddenly he turned his face away and snorted mockingly, "No, brother is very patient with everyone."
"What do you mean by this?"
"Is it me or you who has the problem today? Don't you think you're being weird?"
"Is it me who's confused, or are you treating me differently?" Jiang Keyu seemed to have reached the limit of her patience. "You're happy to entertain others, but you keep kicking me out. What? Did I ruin your fun?"
"yes!"
Jiang Keyu suddenly froze.
Song Baoyuan gave up and said, "If you think so, there's nothing I can do."
"What did you say?" Jiang Keyu couldn't believe her ears and suddenly spoke incoherently, "So you hope that I will never show up again, right?"
Song Baoyuan turned her face away. "Brother, you really shouldn't waste your time on me when it's not necessary, right?"
Jiang Keyu looked dazed, and a sharp pain like a needle piercing her heart flashed by.
In the next yard, Xiao Si squatted at the door with her ears pricked up, and became very anxious because she couldn't hear clearly.
He glanced sideways and asked, "Master, what on earth were you doing? Why did they start arguing as soon as you left?"
"I didn't do anything."
Xie Yuchao, who was leaning against the gate, muttered softly.
Suddenly, a figure walked out of the neighbor's door. The master and servant were startled and hurriedly hid behind their own door.
Xie Yuchao looked through the crack in the door and saw Jiang Shaoqing hurriedly getting on the carriage and leaving as if he had something urgent to do.
They don't look a good match, no wonder they are getting divorced, he thought.
"Do you think they're a good match?" he asked casually.
Xiao Si nodded, "They look quite a good match."
Xie Yuchao: “?”
Yeah?
*
At night, there was no light in the study, and the only light was the meager moonlight streaming in from the window.
Jiang Keyu, sitting at the desk, was almost hidden in the darkness.
His breathing was light and his vision was out of focus.
On the other side, in the old house, the room was brightly lit.
Song Baoyuan's long black hair was scattered, she was wearing a thin inner garment, and a quilt was spread on the inside of the bed.
Next to the clothes rack, Qiaoyin and Qiaoyue were fumigating the clothes with incense. They looked at each other from time to time and frequently stole glances at Song Baoyuan.
"Miss."
"Um."
"You're not unhappy, are you?"
Song Baoyuan stopped what she was doing and looked up at them, "Why am I unhappy?"
"Look, you seemed quite angry when you left today." Qiao Yin observed her young lady's expression. "This is the first time we've seen you and your husband quarrel."
"Don't you think he's been acting strangely lately?" Song Baoyuan patted the pillow. "He always appears out of the blue and does things that don't make sense."
Qiao Yue seemed to have recalled some memories. "My husband's recent behavior is really hard to understand. I noticed that when he was in the teahouse, he always liked to stare at Zhang Lao and Cen Zhou."
Song Baoyuan was stunned. "Really?"
"Yes!" Qiao Yue confirmed, "I've run into him several times."
"Maybe, my husband just wants to see whether they work seriously or not." Qiao Yin guessed.
Qiao Yue shook her head without even thinking, "My husband doesn't seem like the type to care about such trivial matters."
Song Baoyuan frowned, unable to understand what was going on.
At the door, Jiang Suisui, who had just finished taking a shower, ran in, "Mom! I'm back!"
She went straight to the bed and climbed up clumsily.
Song Baoyuan reached out and picked her up, then rolled up the quilt and wrapped her up, "Are you cold?"
"I won't feel cold if I hug you, Mom." Jiang Suisui kept leaning on her mother's arms. "Mom, when will it snow? I want to build a snowman."
Song Baoyuan touched her head and said, "It's almost there."
This year's snow is coming soon.
In the alleys near the old house, the officers and soldiers disturbed the tranquility of the night.
"Hurry up and find her! If we can't find her, the Marquis will blame us, and none of us can bear the consequences!"
Around the corner, beside a pile of scattered straw baskets, a beautiful young woman, her hair disheveled and a look of panic. Her clothes were revealing, revealing faint red marks on her skin. She clutched a bloody hairpin tightly in her hand, trembling slightly.
"A woman can't get far, everyone search carefully!"
Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, the woman's heart beat faster and she looked around.
Finally, he picked a direction and ran madly.
“There’s someone there!”
The woman's footsteps attracted the attention of the officers and soldiers.
"Chase!"
The woman stumbled along the way, her heart pounding as she ran. Relying on her distant memory, she took several detours to create some distance between herself and the soldiers.
Running to the familiar door, she banged on it, "Open the door! Is there anyone there?"
The doorman of the old house yawned, startled awake by the sudden shouting.
“Is there anyone here?”
The voice kept shouting, which made the doorman feel scared.
The doorman hesitated for a long time, then removed the bolt and carefully opened the door.
Seeing the helpless woman outside, his eyes widened, "Who are you?"
The moment the door opened, the woman seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, "It's me!"
"Is Ayuan here? Your wife is called Song Baoyuan, right? She knows me, please let me in!"
The woman pushed the door hard, but the doorman held her back and prevented her from entering.
"Who the hell are you? You can come in just like that!"
"You need me to come in quickly! Otherwise it will be too late! I really know your wife! She and I are very good friends!"
The woman looked around and saw the fire not far away. She became even more anxious and said, "Let me in!"
The concierge was very cautious. "What's your name? I'll go and pass it on first."
"It's too late! They're coming!"
The doorman frowned and saw her so hesitant. After some hesitation, he let her in.
The officers and soldiers soon came to the door, pounding on it roughly and shouting, "Open the door!"
"You dare to harbor the criminal who stabbed the Marquis? Don't you want to die?"
…
The lights in the old house that had been extinguished came on again.
Qiao Yue had no choice but to go into the house and wake up Song Baoyuan who was already fast asleep, "Miss, Miss! Something happened!"
Song Baoyuan woke up in a daze, subconsciously hugged her daughter beside her, and asked vaguely: "What happened?"
"Miss Tan, do you remember? Miss Tan is here! And a group of vicious people have surrounded us!"
Miss Tan.
Song Baoyuan suddenly woke up, but when she heard the name, she felt like she was still dreaming.
When she was young, she had a close friend named Tan Qiuying, who was also the daughter of a merchant. Her father was the current owner of Linlang Pavilion.
"Where is he?" Song Baoyuan hurriedly got up from the bed.
"In the yard."
"You're good at Suisui."
Song Baoyuan put on her coat and cloak and trotted towards the yard alone.
The evening wind was cool, gently blowing her black hair and lifting the hem of her dark purple cloak.
Her steps became faster and faster.
I haven't heard from my old friend since she got married, and it has been seven years now.
Song Baoyuan didn't expect that the scene would be like this when they met again.
The man's face was no longer youthful and had become much thinner. He was now thinly dressed and alone in the cold night, curled up in fear.
"Sister Qiuying!"
The woman squatting on the ground looked up at the sound, her eyes suddenly reddened, "Ayuan."
Tears come before sound.
Song Baoyuan ran towards her and hugged her.
This was the warmth that Tan Qiuying felt for the first time in a long time.
"Open the door!"
"Bang!"
The banging on the door outside became louder and louder, and the shouting became more and more fierce.
Song Baoyuan wiped her eyes and asked, "Who is outside? Is he looking for you?"
"It's the soldiers, I, I..." Tan Qiuying hit her head and couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Don't be afraid." Song Baoyuan patted her back, "I'll take care of it."
She turned around and said, "Qiaoyin, take Sister Qiuying and hide."
"yes!"
Song Baoyuan's face was serious. "Call out all the servants."
Aqi appears and stands behind her.
"Open the door."
The doorman opened the door and the firelight flashed in Song Baoyuan's eyes.
The officers and soldiers rushed in without any courtesy and with great momentum.
"What's going on, sir? There's no trouble in our family."
The leading officer was a tall and strong man with a sword. He came over and looked at Song Baoyuan with scrutiny.
"We saw the fugitive who stabbed the Marquis run in. You'd better hand him over immediately, otherwise there will be consequences!"
Song Baoyuan's face was filled with fear. "Sir, this is unfair! We are just doing business. We got up quickly when we heard the officials calling at the door. How could we dare to hide any criminals!"
The leading officer didn't believe it at all, raised his hand and waved, "Search!"
The servants stepped forward to stop them.
The leading officer narrowed his eyes, "Dare to stand in the way of the authorities? Believe it or not, we'll arrest you too!"
Qiao Yin hid behind the servants and came back, walked to Song Baoyuan and whispered a few words.
The leading officer saw this and said fiercely, "What are you talking about? Did you hide the person?"
"No!" Song Baoyuan said quickly, "My child is still young and has fallen asleep. If the officer insists on searching, could you please be quieter?"
The leading officer snorted coldly, "Search!"
This time the servants did not stop him.
The officers and soldiers split into several groups and searched through boxes and cabinets for the person.
But it failed.
The last few officers and soldiers who returned whispered a few words to their leader.
"Boss, I didn't find it."
"Didn't you see that bitch come in with your own eyes? How could she not be there?"
"I've looked everywhere I could, but it's not there."
The leading officer shoved the man next to him fiercely, "Useless! How are we going to explain this to the Marquis?"
"Boss, don't we have one ready? It's the one the Marquis likes."
The leading officer turned around and looked at Song Baoyuan.
Song Baoyuan couldn't hear what they were saying, but she remained calm. "Sir, look, we've searched, and there's really nothing."
"There's no man in charge in your family."
Song Baoyuan was stunned. These words sounded meaningful and gave her a bad feeling.
"Yes." She sighed, "My husband is still out socializing and hasn't come back yet."
"He actually felt comfortable leaving such a beautiful lady at home?"
The leading officer stepped forward and approached Song Baoyuan. The fierce tone in his voice was gone, and it was more of a test.
"This is so dangerous. How about we stay here and wait for your husband to come back with you? And protect you at the same time?"
Song Baoyuan took a half step back, "How dare I trouble you, sir?"
"It should be."
The leading officer reached out to grab her.
Aqi silently gripped the knife handle.
"lady!"
Just as the rude hand was about to touch and the cold blade was about to be unsheathed, a man's call was heard at the door.
The leading officer paused, and everyone looked towards the door.
Xie Yuchao walked over quickly, took Song Baoyuan's hand, and said with a guilty look on his face, "My dear Madam, Master Du drank too much today and insisted on becoming my sworn brother. That's why I came back late. Please don't blame me!"
After he finished explaining, he glanced sideways blankly, "What's going on?"
Song Baoyuan reacted, shook off his hand, and turned away angrily, "It's all your fault for coming back so late. The official thought I was a widow!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Xie Yuchao walked around to her, held her hand again, and begged for mercy: "I won't dare to do it again next time, dear madam, please forgive me this time."
The leading officer looked at them and asked suspiciously, "Which Young Master Du?"
"The only son of Du Daxueshi of Wenyuan Pavilion, Young Master Du." Xie Yuchao said with a smile.
It's too serious to offend. The leading officer cleared his throat and said, "Well, since that woman is not here, let's go."
He clasped his fists and said, "Sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
The officers and soldiers followed their leader and left quickly.
Song Baoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, just as Xie Yuchao turned around, their eyes met.
After a long while, Song Baoyuan was the first to look away, "Ahem, hand."
The folded hands did not separate for a long time. Xie Yuchao was startled and stepped back with red ears.
"S-Sorry."
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