Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

The girl's cheeks were originally as rosy as the sunset, but after hearing her lover's cold and ruthless rejection, in just a moment, her face turned as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained out of her.

Those eyes that were originally full of expectation and joy were now filled with endless disappointment and pain. Tears were swirling in his eye sockets, and it seemed that they would roll down at any time.

The girl stared at him with a sad face, and the next moment, tears burst out like a flood, sliding down her cheeks. She seemed to have lost all her support, her body trembled slightly, and then she turned and staggered away.

Her steps seemed a little flustered, her dress fluttering, and from a distance, one could hear her sobbing. The sound was like a sharp blade, piercing one's heart.

The running figure went farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in a distant place, leaving only sadness and loneliness on the ground.

"Xie Yun" still stood there quietly, without moving, his eyes always fixed on the direction the girl left.

His hands behind his back were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and one could even faintly hear the crackling sound of his finger joints from excessive force.

After a long time, the man raised his face slightly, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. He loosened his clenched hands, slowly raised them up, placed them on his chest, tightened them little by little, and finally pressed his chest hard, as if he was suppressing something.

It hurts there.

He couldn't help but squat down and bury his head between his knees. Sadness filled the air, as if a haze was covering him.

Seeing this, Xie Yun outside the dream felt sad.

If she would be so sad if I rejected her, why did I say such hurtful words to her?

White smoke slowly rose, and the green garden scenery gradually faded, replaced by a familiar courtyard.

This is...his Muhuayuan.

He is entering the next scene.

It was almost late at night, and the entire Muhua Courtyard was exceptionally quiet, with only a strong and pungent smell of alcohol in the air. Servants stood outside the house, quietly lowering their heads and not daring to say much.

There were a few tallow lamps lit in the house, and the dim light barely illuminated the place.

Suddenly, in the silence, there was a sound of disorderly footsteps. Xie Yun turned around and saw his mother, Wang, who was leading a group of servants and rushing towards him anxiously, and they hurried into the room.

In the room, there was a three-foot-wide table with three or two wine jars on it and several empty jars rolling on the ground. The man who usually seemed aloof and elegant, now reeked of alcohol and collapsed to the ground in dejection.

When the beautiful and graceful woman saw this scene, she became anxious and angry. She walked forward quickly, helped her son up personally, and let him sit on the couch.

"Anu..." Wang's face was full of distress, her voice choked with sobs, "Why did my son end up like this?"

Xie Yun saw the person clearly in the haze and called softly, "...Mother?"

When he found out that the person in front of him was his mother, the courtesy that was deeply rooted in his bones made him try to support himself. He drowsily bowed to Wang and said, "My son greets my mother."

Then he said apologetically: "My son's behavior today was not proper and impolite. Please forgive me, mother."

"Alright, alright, it's already this late, why are you still worrying about this?" Wang asked Lady Lan to bring a glass of honey water, "Darling, drink it quickly to sober up."

"Thank you, mother."

"Xie Yun" took the honey water from his mother's hand and drank it all.

After drinking, "Xie Yun"'s mind was like a mess, but he still remembered to apologize to his mother: "I'm sorry, mother, I disappoint you and make you worried."

Wang looked at her son with a complicated expression. Seeing the dejected look on his face, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

This was her son, her only child, the son she had spent her entire life raising. How could he have become like this?

The servants came to clean up the place immediately, spread out the mats quickly, and set up a high-footed couch. Wang took off her clogs and knelt on the couch. She looked at her son tenderly and said slowly: "Da Lang, if you have anything to say, you can tell your mother."

The man slowly raised his head and looked at the woman, "Mother..."

"Mother is your closest relative, so why can't you tell her?"

Also.

"Mother." Langjun called softly, with a hint of attachment and confusion in his voice, "Mother, I lost Aqin..."

He whispered dejectedly, "Obviously, she had the courage to express her feelings to me, but it was the child who rejected her..."

"Why?" Wang was surprised and puzzled after hearing this, "Aren't you interested in her too?"

"Yes, I have feelings for Aqin." "Xie Jun" murmured.

My mother could see it.

"Then why did Anu reject Miss Luo?"

"My child..." "Xie Yun" recalled for a moment, his face showing pain, "My child saw the Second Prince and Aqin with his own eyes..."

At this point, he paused, the pain on his face becoming more obvious, "So, I'm not sure how much she really loves me."

"You're scared?"

"Yes." "Xie Yun" nodded, his eyes full of sadness and confusion, "Mother, you told me that I should treat my future wife wholeheartedly and never betray her. I will remember this in my heart. I like Aqin, but I am afraid that my love will not be rewarded with her equal love."

"Are you not confident?"

"Second Prince...he is not bad either..."

"Anu, you are the heir of the Xie family! Nowadays, the noble families and the royal family are equally powerful, and your status is no worse than that of a prince. Are you still afraid that you can't compare to Jin Zhao?"

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try? Love needs to be fought for, Anu. If you don't take the initiative to express yourself, how can others know what you are thinking?"

"Since Miss Luo has the courage to express her feelings to you, how can you be so sure that you are not as important as the Second Prince in her heart?"

"Mother, you are right." "Xie Yun" said, "I regret it now..."

In fact, he regretted it the very next second after he said the words of refusal, but he was too concerned about his reputation and did not apologize or try to retain her right away. Now it is too late.

If he had the chance to do it again, he would definitely not reject Aqin.

"Anu, it's your mother's fault for not teaching you that you should not only respect your wife, but also take the initiative to fight for love. You have done enough for the Xie family. Over the years, you have not entered the government, but have focused on developing the family business and multiplied the family wealth several times. You have done well enough. Anu, you don't have to sacrifice yourself for marriage."

"Don't be afraid, my son. Compared to the Second Prince, the entire Chenjun Xie family and even the Langya Wang family are your backers. Go and fight for yourself once."

"it is good."

Faced with his mother's gentle comfort, Xie Yun couldn't help but feel dry in his eyes, both in his dreams and in reality.

My mother was always so gentle, and she helped him solve his doubts and guided him forward countless times when he was confused...

It was his fault as a son that made his mother worried.

Ah Mu was right. He had to fight for himself. No matter how Ah Qin felt about the Second Prince, he would definitely squeeze him out this time! He wanted Ah Qin to only see himself!