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Jiang Qingyan sat opposite Master Wuchen, like a green leaf that had fallen into the dust, almost withered.

"Why did you become so haggard in just a few days? What happened?"

Master Wuchen looked at Jiang Qingyan and asked doubtfully, "Did something happen in Song Xiang's backyard?"

Jiang Qingyan's eyes were dull and he said, "My mother said that Song Xiang is dead!"

"What? Are you serious?"

Master Wuchen was startled: "It's nonsense. If Song Xiang is really the one His Majesty is looking for, he must have some luck and blessings. How could he die suddenly!"

After some calculations, he confidently said, "I knew you had lost your soul and your thoughts were confused, and you couldn't calculate her life or death!"

"However, you don't have to worry. Although she experienced a near-death experience, fortunately, she has the help of noble people. Now she is safe. She only needs to recover from her injuries before she can return to Xuanyang Mansion and meet everyone."

Jiang Qingyan stood up suddenly, as if he suddenly regained his strength, and asked in disbelief: "Is she really alive? Is she not dead?"

Master Wuchen responded calmly: "She's not dead, now you can rest assured!"

A trace of color returned to Jiang Qingyan's face: "If she is not dead, then I will be relieved. If she is dead, it will be meaningless what I do in the future!"

"Do you really like her?" Master Wuchen looked at Jiang Qingyan's appearance and saw that he was indeed sincere and thinking about Song Xiang wholeheartedly, so he believed him.

"I didn't expect that your visit to Xuanyang would really make you lose your heart. I remember that when you were in the capital, I didn't know how many noble girls from aristocratic families showed kindness to you. Who knew that your love affair ended up in the outer palace? !”

Jiang Qingyan laughed at himself: "Although those noble ladies are good, they have lost some of their agility. No matter whether they claim to be beautiful or talented, they can't compare with Xiang'er!"

"Xian'er has a kind heart and can put herself in the shoes of us husbands. She has a gentle temper and is kind and talented. She is different from other girls!"

Master Wuchen teased Jiang Qingyan and said, "A saint is in the eye of the beholder, as expected."

"You are usually good at guessing. When you heard about Song Xiang's death, you didn't even use what you had learned. It shows that you really love her!"

"I want to see what kind of girl this Song Xiang is, so that you, the proud man of heaven, can seduce the hearts of mortals!"

Jiang Qingyan sighed slightly and said with intention: "Stop teasing me. I have been hit one after another today and my body can no longer support it."

"Wuchen, after tonight, I will return to Beijing!"

Master Wuchen asked in confusion: "If you are not waiting for your wife to come back in Xuanyang, what are you doing back in Beijing?"

Jiang Qingyan was helpless and said: "Xiang'er and I can't go back!"

"Xian'er will never forgive me in the future! Instead of staying here and suffering every day, it's better to go back to the capital!"

Master Wuchen was helpless and said: "Marriage matters are beyond my power. You should think about it carefully!"

"If you have decided, then you should take the first step and wait until Song Xiang returns to Xuanyang before I set off!"

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the sky outside and said with a trace of nostalgia: "From now on, I will never be able to see the sky outside Chaoxi City again!"

"Wuchen, if you see Song Xiang, take care of her for me!"

Master Wuchen immediately refused: "I am a monk, and I will not take care of your sweetheart for you. When I bring her back to the capital, you can take care of her yourself!"

...

In the guest house of Rong Mansion, Jiang Lan copied a letter about Song Xiang's death, handed it to the maid under his command, and said, "Send it to the Shen Family Courtyard for Song Xiang's husbands to see..."

"If a husband is restless, report it directly to me!"

"Here!"

The maid walked out respectfully and walked quickly to the Shen family's villa.

Feng Mian and Wei Tingxun were facing each other, each sewing their own wedding robes, with sad expressions on their faces.

"I don't know where Nong Yue was taken by the Jiang family? If something happens to Nong Yue, how should we explain it to Xiang'er!"

Feng Mian bit his lip and said, "What does it have to do with us? The official in charge of the backyard is Jiang Qingyan. It is he who should explain to Xiang'er!"

As Wei Tingxun was talking, his finger was pricked by a needle. He stopped embroidering clothes and said as if he was on pins and needles: "Feng Mian, I'm always panicking. I always feel like something big is going to happen!"

Feng Mian said to Wei Tingxun, "Don't be anxious yet. Since cousin Ning went out to look for Nong Yue, he will be back soon!"

Wei Tingxun nodded, simply put down the clothes in his hands, stood up and walked to the door to look around, only to see Taro leading the maid in.

Taro said respectfully: "I would like to inform you two husbands, the Jiang family said there is news about a young lady, and they came here to deliver the letter!"

She took the letter from the Jiang family's maid and delivered it to Wei Tingxun.

Wei Tingxun opened the envelope impatiently and read it word by word. When he saw Song Xiang jumping into the river and dying, Wei Tingxun could no longer hold on and fainted.

The unexpected sound of landing made Feng Mian run over in shock.

Taro didn't dare to do the following, so he anxiously pulled over the Jiang family's maid and said, "What did the letter say? Why did my husband suddenly fainted?"

The Jiang family's maid said condescendingly: "I don't know!"

When Taro saw Feng Mian pick up the letter in Wei Tingxun's hand and read it, he immediately asked: "Master Feng, what is the content of the letter? But there is news about my young lady!"

Feng Mian held the letter tightly and said with a sharp heart: "The letter says Xiang'er is dead! How is that possible!"

He looked at Wei Tingxun who had passed out, pinched the man and called out: "Tingxun, wake up quickly!"

Lu Zechuan heard the noise and came out of his room, walked up to Feng Mian and asked, "What happened?"

Feng Mian was disappointed: "Xiang'er is dead! Mr. Lu, are you satisfied?"

When Lu Zechuan heard this, he seemed to be greatly stimulated, and shouted angrily: "Feng Mian, what are you thinking about? How could Xiang'er die?"

"Are you jealous that Xiang'er married me, so you deliberately deceived me and wanted me to be fooled by you?"

Feng Mian was already heartbroken. He threw the letter in his hand to Lu Zechuan and said in an unusually cold tone: "Read it for yourself! Otherwise, you will become a villain again!"

"If you hadn't been quarreling all day long, how could my wife have suffered such a bad luck!"

Lu Zechuan couldn't believe the news of Song Xiang's death. He slapped the door panel frantically and said, "I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!"

Then he became so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood and said in pain, "Xiang'er..."

After swaying for a while, he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Taro invited the Jiang family's maid out and said, "Our Song family is currently busy with many things and we have no intention of entertaining irrelevant people. You can go back!"

When she reached the door, she hurriedly went to ask for the doctor.

Xu Jining walked around Xuanyang Mansion but did not find out about Nong Yue. He got off the carriage and went straight back to the mansion. He saw Wei Tingxun and Lu Zechuan fainted on the ground, not knowing why.