After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"I never want to see that guy again!"

Jiang Wanyu ran back to the Jiang family, threw herself on the bed with a bang, and buried her face in the quilt.

It’s fine that he hated me before, but now he’s bullying me in disguise. How much does he hate me to do this?

Jiang Wanyu, ah Jiang Wanyu, I tried my best to keep you away from this guy, but he kept pestering me, what could I do?

Jiang Wanyu rolled around on the bed, cursing non-stop.

Suddenly there was a bang and the door was opened by Jiang Sheng.

"Oh no, Wanwan, the emperor wants to summon you to the palace the day after tomorrow!"

"what?!"

Jiang Wanyu almost jumped up from the bed and looked at Jiang Sheng in surprise. She was so unlucky to meet this father and son.

"What's going on? Why did the emperor summon me to the palace?"

"The day after tomorrow is Qingming Festival. I think the emperor wants you to join him in the memorial ceremony."

"Memorial ceremony? Then Song Qiyan will also go."

"I guess so. Although Song Qiyan doesn't like to go to the palace, the spirit tablet of Concubine Xian is in the palace. He has no say in this matter."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu's eyes became blurry, her legs became weak, and she almost fell down. Fortunately, her second brother supported her.

"Wanwan, why are you crying? Did Song Qiyan bully you?"

Jiang Sheng then noticed Jiang Wanyu's red eyes. Ever since Song Qiyan said he would not cancel the engagement, the relationship between the two had become increasingly subtle, which he really couldn't understand.

But it is precisely because of this that Wanwan now seems to be getting more and more troubled by Song Qiyan.

"It's okay, I just got a bug in my eye and I rubbed it."

Jiang Wanyu didn't dare to tell the truth, for fear that Jiang Sheng would go to trouble Song Qiyan again because of her.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but she knows that if she makes such a fuss, she will be the one who suffers in the end.

Thinking about it, he had to swallow his frustration and changed the topic to ask about the memorial service, "Do all the royal relatives and nobles have to go?"

"I'm afraid so."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu felt indescribably worried, as if something was going to happen.

-

On the Qingming Festival, dark clouds covered the entire palace. Jiang Wanyu followed the carriage into the palace.

As soon as she lifted the door curtain, Song Qi Yan appeared before her.

"Why are you here?"

"Come to pick you up."

Jiang Wanyu hesitated and was about to take a step, and Song Qiyan reached out his hand to help her.

But Jiang Wanyu pushed him away and said, "No, I can get off by myself."

Just as she was about to lift up her skirt and carefully stretched out her ankles, the next second, Song Qiyan reached out and picked up Jiang Wanyu.

"Song Qiyan, what are you doing?!"

Jiang Wanyu was not petite, but she acted like a child in Song Qiyan's arms.

He tried to struggle using his hands and feet, but Song Qi Yan held him tightly.

"In this palace, no matter how much you hate me, you have to endure it. A bad relationship between you and me will only be disadvantageous to both of us."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu finally calmed down and lay obediently in his arms, blushing and aggrieved, "Even if we want to act, how can you hug me as soon as I get off the carriage? You just want to bully me by pretending."

"bully you?"

Song Qiyan frowned and put Jiang Wanyu down. All his actions were just to take care of her. How could it be considered bullying?

I don't know what kind of person she thinks he is.

I didn't care and just whispered a warning.

"All the royal family members are here today. You have forgotten something again. You must be careful and cautious in everything you do."

After a pause, Song Qiyan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Wanyu behind him, "Try to follow me and don't run around."

"Oh."

Jiang Wanyu just pursed her lips and nodded. She was not stupid. Apart from her eldest brother, she only knew Song Qiyan in the palace.

Naturally, I won’t run around.

-

Soon, outside the ancestral hall, there stood a crowd of loyal officials and royal relatives, led by the emperor and the empress.

Jiang Wanyu, as Song Qiyan's fiancée, stood in the third row and clearly saw the table filled with ci cards.

Previously, he only noticed that Song Qiyan was beaten, but now he realized that the token of the virtuous concubine was placed in the front row alongside the late emperor.

This also clearly shows how important Concubine Xian's position is in the heart of Song Chengzhong, a romantic man.

Jiang Wanyu just shook her head helplessly. No matter how infatuated Song Chengzhong was, he was just self-righteous.

If Concubine Xian knew that she would be trapped in this palace even with her token from now on, she might not be happy.

After all, this deep palace has always been just a prison to imprison her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanyu's eyes couldn't help but fall on Song Qiyan's face.

The man just stared at the token in front of him with an expressionless face. There was an imperceptible sadness in his eyes. He was so absorbed in watching that he seemed absent-minded.

Suddenly his eyes turned and met Jiang Wanyu's gaze.

Jiang Wanyu's face was filled with panic, and she quickly pretended not to see it.

"Wait a minute, just follow my instructions."

"Oh."

Jiang Wanyu just glanced at him briefly and then lowered her eyes in surprise.

It's rare that he didn't hurt me.

There was something wrong with his face earlier, and sure enough, he was in a bad mood that day and didn't even bother to pay attention to me.

Jiang Wanyu pondered secretly.

Soon after, the witch held a bell and chanted a spell in front of the spirit tablet, then everyone knelt down and the ceremony officially began.

"The spirit returns to the place of spirit, the soul returns to the place of soul, all attachments are let go, the soul will disperse upon hearing, escape into the six realms, and awaken."

I saw the witch wearing strange clothes, dancing in weird steps, chanting spells, and standing in the middle of the altar ringing bells.

Jiang Wanyu raised her eyes and took a quick look, she felt that the ancients were really superstitious.

"rise."

Suddenly, everyone stood up and their eyes fell on the witch.

The witch was seen with her head tilted back, eyes closed, and hands spread out, not knowing what she was listening to.

Suddenly he murmured, "A wounded spirit bird was imprisoned by the Forgotten River. The spirit bird was furious and played violent storms day and night. The ancestor could not cross the Forgotten River and sleep peacefully."

"what?!"

As soon as the witch finished speaking, everyone started to talk.

"Why does the witch say that? Could it be that the spirit bird is the virtuous concubine? The late emperor couldn't cross the river, could it be that the virtuous concubine blocked the way?!"

"I'm afraid so. That witch is the best witch in the world. She prayed for timely rain for the country when there was a severe drought. That witch can't talk. I'm afraid it's true."

The whispers turned into huge waves in the mouths of the crowd, and the noise suddenly covered the quiet ancestral altar.

After hearing this, Concubine Duan was even more delighted.

Well, even God is on our side. Doesn’t it clearly mean that Concubine Xian is a disaster?

Suppressing her smile, she deliberately said, "Your Majesty, this witch is probably confused. Where did the imprisoned spirit bird come from? There are only imprisoned people. Now she is describing people as a nuisance."

"What do you want to say? Concubine Duan? There is no prisoner! You are the one who is confused!"

The emperor was furious and pulled Concubine Duan's sleeve and threw her to the ground.

Everyone in the world knows that the emperor seized the virtuous concubine by force and kept her in the palace for ten years.

Even if Concubine Duan didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew that the spirit bird the witch was talking about was Concubine Xian, but Song Chengzhong just didn't admit it in his heart.

"Be quiet, everyone. If anyone dares to act recklessly on the altar again, I will chop off his head."

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