The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xue Mingyue was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she remembered that when she and he were arguing that day, he did mention the Third Prince...

"He played a trick of helping someone in need, pretending to be a wise leader, hoping to use this to recruit me and then use the Dingyuan Army for his own purposes. This has been the case in both his past and present lives."

Xie Lang frowned, his brows slightly pressed downward.

Xue Mingyue didn't think he was lying to her. She calmed herself down before asking, "Then why did he target me?"

If he wanted to use her to test Xie Lang in this life, that would make sense, but how did she, who had been exiled with him in her previous life, offend the Third Prince?

——Let Xie Lang say that kind of words to protect her.

Seeing the genuine confusion and puzzlement on her face, Xie Lang's low pressure gradually dissipated. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek. A cold look flashed across his eyes as he explained:

"If you have always been with me, how can he help me in my time of need?"

If there were too many people who helped others in times of need, how could we highlight the preciousness of this kindness?

Thinking of what Xiao Chang said to him that day, Xie Lang couldn't help but sneer in his heart: he felt that Xiao Chang had suffered a lot and was wronged along the way, so when he was about to reach Suzhou, he thought of sending him someone and a doctor. He was really kind-hearted.

Xue Mingyue understood what he meant instantly.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said speechlessly: "Isn't this just trying to pick my peaches?"

What? She read medical books and racked her brains to come up with a prescription to save Xie Lang's life, and he wanted to take the credit for her work without even saying hello?

If Xiao Chang really wanted to help, why didn't he help when he was in the capital?

Why didn't they arrange for someone to meet them along the way when they were exiled?

He did nothing, but he dared to pick peaches so confidently. Who gave him the confidence?

"I said those words at that time just to make him let down his guard against you," Xie Lang said, "to make him think that your existence does not pose a threat to him, so my tone was very strong when I said it, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, she came back halfway and happened to hear these words.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier."

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and his eyes were filled with deep guilt and apology.

If he had been more honest at that time and told her all his considerations instead of hiding them from her, perhaps she would not have been infected with the disease without telling him, and finally sent him away to face death alone.

It's his fault.

A low voice sounded in my ears, stirring up a subtle itch.

Xue Mingyue tilted her head uncomfortably, and moved her fingers that were holding the heater. She wanted to pick it up and touch her ears, but she felt that it would only make things more obvious, so she gave up in the end.

After a while, she moved her lips and whispered, "It's not all your fault." She was also wrong.

Xue Mingyue lowered her eyelashes, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled twice, and her gaze fell on the portrait on the table.

She always blamed him for not trusting her enough and not being honest enough, but when had she ever really opened her heart to him? Xue Mingyue knew very well that whether in her previous life or in this life, she always had resentment towards Xie Lang in her heart.

Too many things are hidden in the heart for too long, and gradually they become distorted.

People rarely look for faults in themselves, and self-reflection is difficult for ordinary people to do. After experiencing so many unfortunate things, Xue Mingyue almost subconsciously blamed others for the mistakes that led to such results.

...blame Bai Zhenzhen, blame Xie Lang, blame Xue Xujun, and even blame the current emperor.

However, Xue Mingyue actually knew in her heart that her own personality and behavior were problematic, but she always regarded herself as a victim, and the victim was naturally innocent and had done nothing wrong.

He tightened his grip on the stove and used his fingertips to rub the delicate carvings on the stove.

Xue Mingyue took a deep breath.

She forced herself to turn her head and look at Xie Lang, looking straight into his eyes, and said, "I was wrong too."

If you have something to say, you should just say it directly. Hiding it will only gradually widen the gap and distance between the two people. They both made this mistake in their previous life.

She thought she would learn from this experience, but she almost made the same mistake again.

Xie Lang was stunned for a moment.

He pursed his lips and shook his head subconsciously: "No, I was wrong. It's my fault that I didn't notice your mood in time. It was because I didn't confess my feelings to you early on that you misunderstood me."

Feeling a little panic in his heart, he anxiously held her hand.

He spoke quickly: "Mingyue, believe me, I really know where I went wrong, and I will never do such a thing again, please don't..."

Before he could finish his words, a hand covered his thin lips.

Xie Lang was stunned again.

Xue Mingyue raised her hand to cover his mouth, forcing him to shut up, her almond-shaped eyes filled with extremely complicated emotions.

Sighing lightly, she tilted her eyes and said, "Xie Lang, I think we should all calm down. Simply admitting our mistakes won't solve the problem. I also... need time to think about the future."

She paused and looked away.

What happened can no longer be changed.

Even though she now knows there is another hidden story, it cannot change the way she felt when she was hurt.

At the very least, people should not fall into the same pit twice.

Xue Mingyue was dejected, feeling ashamed of her recent wavering thoughts, but she really couldn't do it now... so she ignored Xie Lang.

It can be seen that people cannot be too good-looking.

Whenever she saw the depressed and lonely expression on his face, she would always be shamefully shaken.

...

Compared with the tranquility of Marquis Dingyuan's Mansion, a huge shock occurred in the imperial palace.

Lian Dongshu rushed into the palace with the "evidence" that was like a hot potato in his hand, and handed the "evidence" to Emperor Jingping's desk. He stood at the bottom of the steps, lowered his head and dared not speak.

The whole hall was filled with deathly silence.

Even the great eunuch Liu Shen, who was always able to understand the emperor's intentions, was unsure of the emperor's intentions, let alone the other eunuchs who were serving him. They were all so frightened that they dared not even raise their heads.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Jingping on the dragon throne finally spoke, his eyes gloomy.

"Lian Qing, where did you get these things?"

Lian Dongshu complained bitterly in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He clasped his hands and replied, "I dare not deceive your majesty. This was given to me by Young Marquis Xie. After I read it, I felt that it was a matter of great importance, so I came to see your majesty without stopping."

Emperor Jingping had a gloomy expression and his tone did not reveal whether he was happy or angry.

"Oh? Then why do you think Mr. Xie would investigate my third prince?"

Lian Dongshu lowered his eyes, his attitude becoming more respectful: "Your Majesty, I heard that not long ago Miss Xu stopped the carriage of Marquis Dingyuan's mansion on the street. She believed that her father was imprisoned because of a personal grudge between Marquis Dingyuan's wife and her, and she wanted to ask her to release her father."

He paused for a moment before continuing:

"And she pointed out in public that Madam Yuan was unfilial and heartless for not saving her father."