Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 700 Coveting Father’s Concubine 11

Shuangshuang was dumbfounded when she heard this, and sighed: "I didn't expect that Jinghe would be so lucky. He was a blessing in disguise."

It's not a disaster. His wife was too tolerant to him. She only kicked him out of the house and never drove him to death. Unexpectedly, the fifteen-year-old Jinghe could write articles that would make him famous in Beijing. !

If he were allowed to stay in the Xie Mansion as a servant, he would be overqualified and underused.

Ji Yan did not express her opinion. What happened to Jing He outside had nothing to do with her. She chose to punish him in the first place just to set an example and deter those servants who might bully Xie Yuan. It also made them clear that she would no longer target Xie Yuan. Xie Yuan, in order to avoid the self-inflicted flattery behavior similar to the last time he put laxatives in Xie Yuan's food.

In fact, it was not necessarily necessary to take Jinghe under the knife, but the young man just happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, and Ji Yan couldn't just sit idly by.

...

In the middle of the night, after Ji Yan habitually put her chief assistant to sleep, she lost sleep. She was lying on the couch. The wind seemed to be blowing outside the window, and the branches slapped against the window lattice randomly.

Ji Yan wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and turned sideways. After a while, she heard the soft sound of rain. The spring rain was continuous, like a lullaby, and she finally fell asleep.

When Ji Yan woke up the next day, the rain had not stopped yet, and the chief assistant was no longer on the bed. She was stunned for a moment and realized that she seemed to have overslept.

Ji Yan went to bed, put on her coat and opened the door. It was raining heavily above her head, and white flags had been hung in the yard at some point.

She was slightly taken aback.

Seeing her waking up, Shuangshuang hurriedly held an umbrella over and said with pursed lips: "Madam, at 1:00 today, news came from Lingshan Temple that the first assistant's wife passed away at 10:00 yesterday, and her coffin has just been carried into Xie's Mansion."

Ji Yan raised her eyes, looked at the white flags fluttering in the wind, and the cloudy sky in front of her, and finally remembered that it was when Xie Yuan was seventeen years old that his wife died of illness in the temple, and he completely lost his mind in this year. Mother.

...

When Ji Yan came to the mourning hall, Xie Yuan was kneeling in front of the coffin.

She paused and didn't take another step forward.

The mourning hall was quiet. The young man was dressed in plain clothes. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. His skin was too white, which made his lips look extremely red, as bright as blood.

Ji Yan didn't know what he was thinking. He was very quiet, not too sad, nor had huge mood swings. He was just calm, so calm. He stood there with his eyes lowered, like a white lotus growing out of the rotten mud. .

Ji Yan wanted to go in, but then thought that she might not be suitable to be here at this moment.

After a pause, she tightened her fingers on the umbrella handle, turned around and left with Shuangshuang.

Xie Yuanruo felt something and turned his head. His dark eyes were bright and strange, reflecting the girl's slender and snow-white back.

She was wearing a white skirt, and the hem of her skirt lightly rubbed the ground, making her feel dizzy.

Xie Yuan didn't know why she came or why she left, but that look made his heart feel strange as never before.

"Mr. Ji..." The young man lowered his eyes and read out a string of instructions that sounded like babble.

...

After the death of the first assistant's wife, Xie Yuan no longer has time to teach Ji Yan how to read. The whole Xie family is now immersed in sorrow. White flags can be seen hanging everywhere, and there are also some noises, making Ji Yan's position as a beloved concubine very embarrassing. .

In the past few days, Xie Yuan had been standing in front of the coffin. He was dressed in plain clothes and filial piety. He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. He looked a lot thinner.

After the servants of the Xie Mansion expressed their sorrow at first, they no longer cared much about it. When the chief assistant was away, they often slacked off.

Even knowing that Xie Yuan was in the mourning hall, not far from them, he turned a blind eye and discussed who the future mistress of Xie's house would be.

"Who else could it be, the only one is Aunt Ji? When the First Assistant's wife was still alive, my lord had already agreed that the servants would call her Madam. Now that the real wife is gone, Aunt Ji can't justifiably be called Madam."

"I don't think so. Aunt Ji is favored, but don't forget her background. Besides, Aunt Ji can't even read a few words. How can she be a lady? She will just stay in the Xie Mansion. She will go to the palace with you in the future. If you go to a banquet, don’t you want to make a joke and embarrass the Lord?”

"I see that Your Excellency doesn't care about these false appearances. We all can see how much he loves Aunt Ji. I think Aunt Ji will be promoted to the real wife sooner or later."

Not only Xie Yuan heard similar remarks, but Ji Yan also heard them.

She really didn't have any idea, but there were rumors in the house, and the real wife hadn't even passed the first seven years. She was also quite sorry for the late wife and Xie Yuan.

But that night, Ji Yan knew that the rumors in the mansion were not groundless.

That night, the chief assistant discussed with her that after the funeral, she would be the wife of the chief assistant. As for the eldest son, Xie Yuan, he could also be adopted into her name.

Under the candlelight, the chief assistant looked serious, waiting patiently for her response.

Ji Yan couldn't say a word. After a long time, she shook her head: "Sir, I don't want to be a wife."

Xie Lin looked at her and smiled. He was very curious: "If you don't do it right, then let's talk about Yanyan, who can still be this wife?"

Ji Yan is not as big-hearted as the first assistant and can't laugh. He has started to think about this before his wife has even passed her first birthday.

Ji Yan pursed her lips and stopped talking. The first assistant quickly coaxed: "Okay, okay, don't do it wrong."

Ji Yan: "..."

She then added a little more dosage to the medicine she prepared for Shoufu today, so that he could sleep to death early.

The next day when the first assistant woke up, he felt sore all over his body for no reason. He got out of bed and sighed when he saw the beautiful girl on the bed.

Maybe he couldn't bear to torment her again last night and made her angry. Xie Lin blamed himself and asked someone to send a few more boxes of things.

When Ji Yan woke up and learned about this from Shuangshuang, she felt confused.

After breakfast, she thought about it today and decided to go to the mourning hall.

But seeing Xie Yuan kneeling in front of the coffin, silent, he couldn't bear to step in. She was the concubine of the First Assistant, and Mrs. Xie might not welcome her, so the best thing to do was not to disturb her.

Therefore, Ji Yan only stood in the distance for a while, then lifted up her skirt and left.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by a clear voice.

She turned around, and Xie Yuan stood up at some point and looked towards her.

The young man's beautiful crow feathers were lowered and he whispered: "Auntie wants to see mother, just come in."

Ji Yan pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Is it okay?"

Xie Yuan raised his eyes and saw that Ji seemed to be a little nervous. He secretly clenched his fingers twice and his two dark eyes were clear. He paused and invited her in again. She breathed a sigh of relief and held the hem of her skirt. Walk in carefully.

Ji Yan didn't mean anything else, but Xie Yuan seemed to mistakenly think that she wanted to take a look at the lady's body, so he reached out to move the coffin away. Ji Yan had no time to stop her, and said "Hey" and saw her hands folded in the coffin. In front of me, a beautiful woman.

Mrs. Xie is a very beautiful woman. Even if she closes her eyes forever at this moment, people cannot ignore her beauty. There is even a special Zen feeling between her eyebrows. She is kind and gentle. Even if it is a corpse, it is not what Ji Yan imagined. Medium cold.

Madam's lips parted slightly, and Ji Yan accidentally saw a glimmer of crystal luster inside, which was a completely clean jade stone.

Ji Yan pursed her lips and didn't look any further, her eyes lowered.

Xie Yuan stared at his mother's face without any disturbance in his heart.

Seeing that the girl beside him stopped looking, he closed the coffin.

Ji Yan looked up and saw Xie Yuan's calm face, and always felt that she should say something to comfort him, but she opened her lips, her throat became inexplicably tight, and the word "sorrow" was half spoken.

"…Um."

Xie Yuan also responded lightly.

The young man stood in front of the coffin, his black hair swaying gently in the wind, with a slender hairband threaded through it, which was as eye-catching as the white flags that could be seen everywhere.

Ji Yan felt stinging inexplicably, her eyes were sore, and some mist formed for no reason.

Don't know why.

So he could only lower his head and stare at the coffin, silently praying for Mrs. Xie in his heart.

"Xie Yuan, don't be too sad, you have to take care of yourself too."

The girl lowered her voice slightly and spoke to him seriously. The tips of her bent fingers were now hooked on the hem of her skirt. Ji Yan took a deep breath and said, "I will leave first and will not stay to disturb Madam's sleep. "

Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows, and after a moment, he hummed, and his voice disappeared like smoke.

When the girl left, the breeze brought another wisp of fragrance, which seemed familiar.

Xie Yuan narrowed his eyes, seemingly confused as to why he couldn't suppress the ripples in his heart, which were strange and unsettling.

...

In the past few days in Beijing, apart from the death of the first assistant's wife, which was a sensation, it was undoubtedly the spring banquet hosted by the prince Xiao Yuzhi.

The banquet not only invited young ladies and young masters from major aristocratic families in Beijing, but also many young talents. Regardless of the prince's origin, just in terms of talent, almost all the famous talents in Beijing were invited to the Spring Banquet.

Originally, Xie Yuan was also on the invitation list, but because Xie Yuan had to attend the funeral for Mrs. Xie, he was unable to attend the banquet.

According to Shuangshuang's description, the spring banquet that day was very sensational. The prince seemed to be particularly fond of Jinghe. He praised him in public for his good writing and kept Jinghe in the East Palace as a guest.

After leaving Xie's Mansion, Jinghe's career has been soaring, and he is no longer what he used to be.

Ji Yan couldn't help but be curious after hearing this kind of thing many times. Later, she also got an article written by Jing He. The article was about the way to govern the world. After reading the whole article, she felt enlightened and enlightened.

The article is also written in a grand manner, with abundant references and allusions freely used. The fifteen-year-old Jing He can write such an article, which is indeed a genius.

Nowadays, articles and poems written by Jing He are widely circulated. Jing He not only wrote good articles but also wrote poems well. All the disciples of the Imperial College also had a copy and studied with concentration.

Now everyone outside calls him Mr. Jinghe, and when mentioning Jinghe, people will say "genius".

Ji Yan actually doesn't care much about Jing He. She even hopes that after the prince has a talent like Jing He, he will not ask Xie Yuan to be his adviser. In terms of talent, judging from Jing He's article, Jing He is enough. Assist the prince.

But Ji Yan never expected that the prince would suddenly visit Xie's mansion.