Bondage

When Jiang Xingjian arrived at Xiuyan Pavilion, he saw that Lin Jiayue was indeed seriously ill.

"Brother Xingjian..."

Lin Jiayue was lying on the couch, her cheeks were flushed due to the high fever, she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, her cat-like eyes became bigger and bigger, and Jiang Xingjian couldn't bear to see her wet eyes.

"Why did you suddenly get sick?"

Lin Jiayue pursed her lips and stared at him wanting to cry.

She couldn't eat enough to sleep all day long, was beaten and scolded during the day, and was frightened at night, so how could she not get sick?Before seeing Jiang Xingjian, she even hated him, but when she saw this man again, Lin Jiayue found out how much she really liked him.

"Jiang Xingjian..."

"I'm here."

Lin Jiayue suddenly cried bitterly: "I like you, do you know? I like you so much for you, but have you seen it?"

"Because I like you, I came to Shangjing from Suhe with you. Because I like you, I stayed in Houfu to learn those rules. Because I like you, I am willing to wrong myself."

"But Jiang Xingjian, are you worthy of my liking?"

Because of the high fever, her whole body was aching. Lin Jiayue licked her cheeks that were so tight that they hurt, but there was no trace of injury, and she cried even harder.

The rhino horn ruler was thin and tough, and the water-wrapped veil did not show any injuries on her face, but she suffered from neuralgia every night, her teeth ached, her headaches, her feet ached, and there was no pain anywhere on her body.

No matter how much she learns the rules, she will not be able to become a lady like Song Wan. Even if Nanny Li teaches her for ten years, or even a hundred years, she will not be able to become the noble lady they want!

"I like you, but I can't live this life of being coerced by others for the sake of you, Jiang Xingjian."

"Jiang Xingjian, where have you been these few days? Where were you when I was sick and suffering? Are you with Song Wan?"

"Jiang Xingjian, I really can't stand the life in the Hou Mansion."

"I regret it, I regret it."

Lin Jiayue struggled to get up, hot tears fell on Jiang Xingjian's palm, scalding his heart.

"Jiayue..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snub you."

Jiang Xingjian held Lin Jiayue's waist, and hugged her sideways into her arms.

The skin of the girl in her arms was hot, and her whole body was abnormally red due to the high fever. She was crying all the time, but she didn't make a sound, and only occasionally whimpered a few words when she sobbed hard.

Lin Jiayue has always been happy and noisy, she has never been so vulnerable.

Putting the person into the quilt carefully, Jiang Xingjian frowned and said, "Why didn't Jiayue go to the doctor when she was so ill?"

"The government doctor is waiting in the hospital. It was Aunt Lin who refused to let the government doctor come in because she said she hadn't seen the uncle."

Jiang Xingjian glanced at the girl who was beaten, and pinched the center of her brows.

"Let him in."

The government doctor prescribed a prescription for Lin Jiayue, and she fell asleep peacefully after feeding the medicine.

It wasn't until midnight that he woke up slowly.

"you're awake?"

Lin Jiayue hummed softly with a thick nasal voice.

Jiang Xingjian lifted the curtain of the bed and sat beside her. Lin Jiayue turned away from him, but couldn't help crying.

"I'm sorry to make you feel wronged."

She buried her head in the quilt, biting her lip to express her pain.

Jiang Xingjian carried her out and held her tightly in her arms.He looked at the point in front of him blankly, and said softly: "I know you love me, and I do too."

"However, the two mansions of Jiang and Song were married together, and Song Wan held the tablet and married into the Hou's mansion as a widow for six years. Everyone in Shangjing knows that it is absolutely impossible for the Hou's mansion to stop his wife and remarry now."

Lin Jiayue seemed to struggle, but Jiang Xingjian tightened her arms: "I promise you, I will do my best to give you what you want."

"You mean, it's fine if I want to be the first wife of the Hou Mansion?"

Jiang Xingjian was silent, but he didn't refuse either.

Lin Jiayue waited for a long time but did not see him speak, she couldn't help but her nose soured: "Are you kidding me, or do you really have any plans? Can I still trust you?"

"trust me."

Jiang Xingjian stroked her hair gently, comforting her gently: "I will move into Xiuyan Pavilion tomorrow."

As he and Song Wan are descendants of a family, both men and women are supported by the strength of the whole clan, and what they bear is the rise and fall of the clan, and it is absolutely impossible for them to abandon the safety of the whole clan because of their own selfishness.

And the hatred of killing the father cannot be wiped out, not to mention that there must be a struggle between the three and five, and only one of the Jiang and Song Dynasties can survive.

No matter who wins or loses in the future, he will settle Song Wan well, protect her safety and protect her childhood friendship.

That's all he can do.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xingjian felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He believed that if Ah Wan was in his position, he would make the same choice.After all, sons and daughters of aristocratic families have never been involuntary, let alone love for their children.

After coaxing Lin Jiayue to sleep, Jiang Xingjian went to his study alone.

He put the picture of Hehe Erxian sent by Concubine Yun in the brocade box. Jiang Xingjian took it out and looked at it for a long time, with a faint smile on his lips.

The man's eyes traced from top to bottom carefully, as if he wanted to engrave this picture in his mind seriously.

"uncle."

Lingyun came in with a brass basin, Jiang Xingjian asked her to put it on the ground and said: "Move my things into the Xiuyan Pavilion tomorrow."

Lingyun raised her head in surprise, seeing that he had made up her mind, she could only silently agree.

Jiang Xingjian was still holding the picture in his hand. After reading it carefully, he picked up the candle on the table and lit it along the edge.

The flames quickly burned the painting to ashes, and a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation disappeared in smoke.