The Concubine Strikes Back: The Marquis Insists on Me to Be His Wife

Su Qing looked pale, and was carefully supported by the eunuch beside her as she staggered out of the majestic palace. Seeing this, Jiang Weiyang was extremely anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Qing'er, what happened?"

"It's okay, I just knelt for too long. Let's go." Su Qing replied weakly. Her voice was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time. There was a trace of fatigue that was hard to conceal in her eyes. The fatigue was like a thick haze, covering her eyes.

Jiang Weiyang didn't say anything and quickly picked up Su Qing, his movements gentle but firm. As soon as he took a step, four maids and more than ten guards hurriedly followed behind him. Their footsteps were chaotic and hurried, breaking the original tranquility.

"Eunuch Li, may I ask what this means?" Jiang Weiyang frowned, his expression full of anger. His tightly furrowed brows seemed able to pinch a fly to death, and his eyes spewed flames of anger.

"Young Marquis, don't be angry. The Emperor has ordered that the Marquis' wife should have a good rest. Didn't he send someone to take care of her?" Eunuch Li hurriedly explained with a flattering smile on his face, his waist bent almost ninety degrees.

"What? Is the emperor going to treat us like this?" Jiang Weiyang's eyes were wide open, his voice full of resentment and confusion. The angry roar seemed to break through the sky, shaking the surrounding leaves.

"Alas~ Young Marquis, be careful with your words. The emperor is doing this for your own good." Eunuch Li sighed and persuaded in a low voice. There was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes as he carefully observed Jiang Weiyang's expression.

Su Qing tugged at Jiang Weiyang's clothes and shook her head, signaling him to stop talking. Her movements were slight and weak, and her face was full of helplessness and worry.

Jiang Weiyang had no choice but to lead everyone back. Along the way, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Back at the mansion, Jiang Weiyang gently put Su Qing on the bed, his eyes full of heartache and worry. His eyes were as gentle as water, as if they could wrap Su Qing up in them and protect her from any harm.

"Qing'er, you have suffered. Why does the emperor want to make things difficult for you?" Jiang Weiyang clenched his fists, his voice low and angry. There was endless rage in that low voice, like a volcano about to erupt.

Su Qing shook her head slightly, "Wei Yang, don't be impulsive. There may be another hidden story behind this matter." Her voice was as light as a mosquito, but it was firm and calm.

At this time, there was a noise outside the door. It turned out that the four maids and more than ten guards were arranging their respective tasks. Their voices came one after another, chaotic and noisy, breaking the tranquility in the mansion.

Jiang Weiyang turned around and walked out, shouting at everyone, "Be quiet, don't disturb my wife's rest!" His voice was as loud as a bell, with an irresistible majesty. His angry eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames, which made people shudder.

The maids and guards looked at each other, not daring to speak for a moment. They were intimidated by Jiang Weiyang's aura, with expressions of fear and awe on their faces, not daring to breathe.

At night, Su Qing couldn't fall asleep because of the pain in her knees. The pain was like thousands of bugs gnawing at her knees, wave after wave, tormenting her. Jiang Weiyang stayed by the bed, frowning, distressed. He kept massaging her gently, his hands were warm and powerful, his movements were gentle and soothing, trying to relieve Su Qing's pain.

Two days later, the wedding was held as scheduled. The mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it was full of joy. Red silk satin was hung all over the courtyard, and lanterns were hung high, emitting festive light. However, this lively scene formed a sharp contrast with Jiang Weiyang's mood. There was no joy on his face, but a haze. His handsome face looked extremely cold at the moment, and his eyes revealed deep helplessness and worry.

Su Qing was being guarded in the backyard by the emperor's men, and she couldn't go out at all, and even the maids around her couldn't get close to her. She was extremely anxious, and had been under house arrest for a long time. As a modern person, how could she endure such torture?

"Someone come! Someone come!" Su Qing shouted desperately towards the door at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with anxiety and anger.

"I advise Madam not to make such a fuss. It will be a waste of effort. We are all in the presence of the Emperor and will never be threatened by you. Madam, you'd better be more obedient, so that we won't have to report to you in a bad way!" The sharp and piercing voice of an old nanny outside the door came in mercilessly. The indifference and ruthlessness in her words were like a sharp blade, piercing Su Qing's heart.

Su Qing was so angry that she was shaking all over. "Mammy, how do you know that I'm not really in trouble?" She asked loudly, her voice becoming a little hoarse because of anger.

"Whether it's real or fake! We are all under orders to keep watch over it, and there can't be any mistakes. Madam, you should just embroider more!" The old nanny's answer was still so blunt and ruthless, without the slightest bit of mercy or compromise.

After hearing what the old lady said, Su Qing felt hopeless, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Was she really going to watch her beloved man marry another woman? She really couldn't do it. The pain and despair were like countless ants gnawing at her heart.

"Mammy, I don't mean to cause any trouble. I just have an unbearable stomachache. Could you help me go to Jishidiang to find Doctor Li?" Su Qing endured the pain and tried to make her voice sound calmer, trying to win the old mammy's sympathy.

"Madam, please don't lie to me. Everyone knows that you are an excellent doctor. Why would you need another doctor? Madam, you'd better wait a little longer!" The old nanny's response was still so cold and resolute.

"You..." Su Qing stared at the door angrily. This old man was so stubborn that he refused to listen to her. Then don't blame me for being ruthless.

Su Qing took out the incense from the space, clenched her fingers tightly, and was about to light it when another maid's voice came from outside, "Madam, don't do anything that will damage your reputation. Think about the young master and the young master!"

She was full of suspicion and looked around curiously. There was no surveillance in ancient times. How did they know what I was going to do? It was really strange. But there was one thing she was right about. I still had to think about Nian'er and Yan'er. Thinking of her children, Su Qing's hands trembled slightly, and the incense was not lit after all.

The bride's sedan chair in the front yard had already arrived at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion. Jiang Weiyang did not go to greet the bride in person, but stood at the gate of the mansion. This could be regarded as a kind of resistance to the emperor!

But Jiang Weiyang unexpectedly discovered that there were many more strong men in the wedding procession. Just by looking at their steps, he knew that they were very strong! The unidentified people all had fierce looks on their faces and held weapons in their hands.

"Who are you? How dare you hold weapons in the wedding procession?" Jiang Weiyang shouted angrily.

One of them sneered and said, "Lord Jiang, today is the day you die!" After that, everyone rushed forward.