AWB Chapter 131 Shen Xingjian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Chapter 131 Shen Xingjian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Jiang Yunzhu's face turned bright red with anger as she glared at Chen Xiuming.
"What are you talking about?"
Chen Xiuming raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, "Nonsense? Where am I talking nonsense? You know about our marriage, it was arranged when we were young."
Moreover, the imperial edict is about to be issued, so why is Jiang Yunzhu acting crazy now?
He glanced at the shoes in front of Jiang Yunzhu, suddenly understood, and forced a smile.
"You like these shoes that much? So much that you don't even want to acknowledge our marriage anymore?"
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold.
"But I don't like it. You'd better come up with something else, or don't blame me for not giving you face on our wedding night!"
Women need to be trained; otherwise, they'll take advantage of you.
If Jiang Yunzhu dares to disobey him, he will not step into her room on their wedding night.
Let's see how she behaves in the Chen family from now on!
Jiang Yunzhu grew angrier the more she listened, finding Chen Xiuming's behavior utterly inexplicable.
She gripped the embroidered shoes tightly and said angrily, "These are not wedding shoes, they have nothing to do with you. Our marriage is no longer valid, you have no right to interfere in my affairs."
Chen Xiuming took a step forward with a gloomy expression, looking down at her.
Her eyes seemed to hold thorns as she said, "You think it's null and void just like that? This engagement isn't something you can just cancel whenever you want!"
"Tell me, how did you cancel it?"
This is a marriage bestowed by the Emperor!
Jiang Yunzhu opened her mouth, but didn't know how to explain.
My cousin didn't mention this...
The letter was brief, simply stating that the Emperor had agreed to annul her engagement to Chen Xiuming, and that the announcement would be made at the Chrysanthemum Banquet nine days later.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Chen Xiuming sneered and raised his voice a few decibels.
"Why are you suddenly quiet? Have you run out of things to say?"
He sized up Jiang Yunzhu with a smug look, "It's your good fortune that I'm willing to marry you, so stop making trouble here!"
"With your fiery and immature nature, what man would like you? Only I don't mind and am willing to keep our childhood engagement and marry you. Otherwise, how would you ever get married?"
As his face drew closer, Jiang Yunzhu raised her hand almost without thinking.
He used all his strength to slap Chen Xiuming hard across the face.
Just listen to a crisp sound of "pop".
The slap landed squarely on Chen Xiuming's cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on his face instantly.
The sudden slap left Chen Xiuming completely stunned. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
He covered his burning face and was stunned for a long time.
People around gasped and stared in astonishment.
After slapping Chen Xiuming, Jiang Yunzhu glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with contempt and disgust.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve and a straight back, he walked directly toward the gate of Lingluo Pavilion.
Jiang Yunzhu walked quickly, still unable to calm the anger in her heart.
But she also knew that there was no need to say anything more to someone like Chen Xiuming.
She believed her cousin wouldn't lie to her.
Chen Xiuming was so arrogant just now because he had no idea about this matter.
She was just waiting to see Chen Xiuming's expression on the day of the Chrysanthemum Banquet.
As Jiang Yunzhu walked out of Lingluo Pavilion, her agitated emotions gradually subsided.
I glanced up casually, my gaze sweeping across the street and landing on the window of the teahouse on the second floor opposite Lingluo Pavilion.
I saw a familiar figure; it was Shen Xingjian.
He wasn't wearing armor today, but rather a dark blue robe.
I sat quietly by the window, a pot of tea on the table.
His face was as if carved by a knife and axe, with distinct features. Every line exuded fortitude and strength, yet it was also just the right amount of handsome.
It's as if it was drawn with the sharpest brushstrokes.
He slightly raised his hand and brought the white jade teacup to his lips, as if to take a sip of tea.
Just then, as if sensing something, he turned his head slightly, his gaze passing through the bustling street and meeting Jiang Yunzhu's eyes directly.
In an instant, time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding noise seemed to gradually fade away.
Jiang Yunzhu felt her breathing become rapid.
An invisible hand gently gripped her heart, tightening its grip, and her cheeks quickly warmed up.
She lowered her eyes, not daring to think any further, and stepped onto the carriage of the Jiang family in front of her.
As the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance, Shen Xingjian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Evening, Qinglan Courtyard.
Xie Yanli didn't want to worry Old Madam Xie and the Marquis.
Therefore, he was ordered not to disclose his injury.
Xie Jing and Xie Jue only learned of this matter after returning to Qinglan Courtyard and hearing a report from their servants.
They hurried to Xie Yanli's study where he was resting.
The room was quiet. Xie Yanli lay on the bed, his face pale, his eyes closed, his hands resting on the edge of the blankets, motionless.
Xie Jue's tears immediately fell uncontrollably.
He rushed to Xie Yanli's bedside.
"Father, sob sob... I'm so sorry I came back so late..."
He cried so hard, tears streaming down his face.
"Father, I can't bear to part with you. Please be my father again in the next life, okay? Waaaaah."
Xie Yanli: ...
He's not dead yet.
Seeing Xie Yanli suddenly open his eyes.
Xie Jue's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he shrank back behind Xie Jing in fright.
He looked terrified.
Xie Jing: ...
He reached out and pressed his throbbing temples, saying helplessly, "Third brother, don't be afraid."
"My father is not dead, nor did he suddenly rise from the dead."
Xie Jue cautiously peeked out and asked timidly, "Really?"
Xie Yanli's expression darkened further.
He took a deep breath, feeling both helpless and ridiculous.
Qin Jiuwei brought in the medicine and saw the father and son facing off as soon as she entered.
Xie Jue stood far away from the bedside.
Xie Yanli also had a gloomy expression.
Qin Jiuwei was somewhat confused, and sat down beside Xie Yanli's bed with the medicine in her hands.
Place the herbal medicine on a low stool to the side.
Seeing that his mother was perfectly fine and not afraid at all, Xie Jue was instantly relieved.
She immediately rushed towards Xie Yanli, blinked her big eyes, and asked with concern.
"Father, are you alright?"
Xie Yanli: ...
Can you change your tune that quickly?
Although Qin Jiuwei didn't know what was going on, she couldn't help but smile slightly upon seeing this.
After dinner, Qin Jiuwei still couldn't let go of Xie Yanli.
Xie Yanli was injured because of her, and she felt truly guilty.
So after finishing my chores, I rushed to the study to keep him company.
Despite his injury, Xie Yanli did not forget to handle official business.
He leaned against the soft couch, flipping through the documents without raising his eyes.
Qin Jiuwei sat under the carved window not far away, reading a book.
She has always enjoyed reading, and she spends most of her evenings reading to pass the time.
Xie Yanli glanced up casually and saw this scene.
Qin Jiuwei's hair was as black as clouds, half of which was tied up with a simple white jade hairpin, while the rest of her black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders and back.
Her delicate features appeared even more gentle and captivating under the moonlight.
She was intently looking at the book in her hands, the candlelight flickering and dancing beside her, casting a soft orange glow on her face.
Her demeanor was so serene and beautiful that everything around her seemed to quiet down as well.
Xie Yanli's gaze narrowed slightly.
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
Zizhu entered carrying a wooden tray and said respectfully, "Young Master, it's time to change the dressing."