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

Luo Yin has been locking himself in the study these days, holding a book in his hands, but his mind is absent-minded and he can't concentrate at all.

Ever since Ruo'er was brought into the palace, he has lost his appetite.

For the first time, he deeply realized that the little girl had already taken root in his heart imperceptibly, like a thorn, piercing deeper and deeper.

Will the second prince be nice to her?

Maybe he married her because she looked like A-Qin...

Of course he would. After all, didn’t the Second Prince come looking for Ruo’er because she looked similar to Aqin?

At this moment, a servant from the Luo Mansion came to report.

"Jiujiu Langjun, there is news about Ruo'er in the palace."

Luo Yin suddenly raised his head, put down the book in his hand, stood up, and said in an urgent tone: "Hurry up and tell me!"

"..." The servant who reported hesitated, looking embarrassed, not knowing how to start.

Seeing this, Luo Yin mistakenly thought that the Second Prince had married Ruo'er. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee. He gritted his teeth, pretended to be calm, and said in a trembling voice: "Speak."

The man stole a glance at Luo Yin's face and said weakly: "My dear, Ruo'er is gone..."

Boom!

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Luo Yin's head hard! His face turned pale instantly, and his body swayed slightly, almost unable to stand steadily. He widened his eyes in disbelief: "What do you mean?!"

"Ruo'er is already dead..."

The servant answered tremblingly, his voice trembling a little.

Luo Yin felt that his world suddenly collapsed. An indescribable sadness surged in his heart. His eyes were empty and dull, his mind was in chaos, his ears were buzzing, and the whole world seemed to have lost its color.

He slumped down on the couch, completely sluggish.

Ruoer is dead?

died?

how could be?

Doesn’t she look like A-Qin?

How could the second prince bear to do that?

Who killed her?

who is it? !

The servant saw Luo Yin's distraught look and panicked, and asked: "My dear?"

Luo Yin shuddered, his dejected look suddenly turned into excitement. He completely disregarded his image, climbed up from the couch, grabbed the servant's hand and asked: "How did Ruo'er die? How did she die?"

He was still alive when we parted, but how come he disappeared after a few days...

"My dear..." Speaking of this, the servant couldn't bear to tell Luo Yin the truth anymore.

"Say it!!!"

Luo Yin almost yelled with red eyes.

The servant shuddered with fear and immediately replied in fear: "My lord, the palace has reported that it was the second prince's cousin, Miss Yang, who killed him."

"Why?" Luo Yin's voice was hoarse.

"Miss Yang is jealous and has killed many women that the Second Prince admired. This time, she not only killed Ruo'er, but also Li'er! But the Second Prince blocked the news and only said that the two women died suddenly. It was our people who secretly investigated and found out the truth."

The palace is filled with spies from almost every major family, and the Luo family is naturally one of them.

Miss Yang...Yang Yiyi...

She was the one who slandered and defamed Aqin after she failed to be elected at the last Flower Festival. It turned out that that woman was not only brainless but also extremely vicious, and she happened to be Yang Balang's sister.

She was the one who killed Ruo'er...

Ruoer was so obedient and posed no threat to her, so why didn't she give Ruoer a chance to live?

If...

Luo Yin felt a severe dull pain in his chest. This dull pain was like a thick winter coat being thrown into an icy river and then fished out. The feeling of heaviness and biting cold was unbearable.

He looked ahead blankly, his heart full of regret and self-blame. When he finally realized his feelings for Ruoer, it was already too late.

The young man in gorgeous clothes fell to the ground again, his body trembling slightly, his eyes gradually turned red, tears blurred his vision, and there seemed to be warm liquid sliding down his face, but he did not wipe it, but let it flow.

Ruo'er was born in a humble family. She learned to read people's eyes and carefully flatter others since she was a child. She was so weak and well-behaved, why didn't God give her a way out...

Yang Yiyi......

This name was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Luo Yin's heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

The room was dead silent, with only the heavy breathing of Mr. Nineteen echoing in the air.

The servants lowered their heads, not daring to look up, because their master's tears were not something that humble people like them could witness.

Time passed by minute by minute, long and unbearable, so long that when the servant felt his legs were numb and he could no longer support himself, he heard the hoarse voice of Shijiulang: "How did she die?"

The servant immediately replied: "My dear, his face was scraped and chopped into pieces..."

There was a hint of fear and pity in his voice, as if he had seen some horrible scene.

The servant, a grown man, didn't dare to say anything more. Ruo'er's death was very cruel, and her husband cared about her so much, so the servant didn't dare to say anything more.

The servant just said one sentence, but Luo Yin could already imagine Ruo'er's misery from the vague words...

She was shaved and disfigured by the jealous Yang Yiyi, and then her body was cut into pieces...

She must be in pain...

A strong feeling of suffocation came over Luo Yin, his breathing became disordered, and his chest seemed to be filled with ice cubes...

His face turned as pale as paper and his body trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but the images in his mind kept emerging, making it impossible for him to get rid of the pain.

It turns out that I like you so much, not just a little.

He recalled every moment he had spent with Ruo'er, and those beautiful memories stabbed his chest like a knife.

He regretted it so much. If he had been braver, maybe he wouldn't have...

However, there is no regret medicine in the world, nor is there any if...

......

When Nianlang learned of Ruoer's death, he was stunned. He sat alone on the steps, staring at the sky.

You've already prepared yourself mentally, haven't you?

With their status, if they make the noble unhappy, they will be executed at any time. He knew it long ago and has become indifferent to it, right?

But he was still very sad...

His Ruo'er is gone, such a well-behaved sister is gone...

It was not until the sun set and the sky darkened that Nianlang got up and went to the mass grave to look for his sister's body. But when he got there, he found out that someone was also looking for something there. After asking, he learned that it was Luo's husband who had also sent people to look for his sister's remains.

Luo's husband?

Luo Shijiulang, right?

This was good, Luo had the ability to bury her, but he was penniless and could not afford to bury his sister.

Finally, I found my sister's mutilated body, and it was completely unrecognizable...

After Luo's servants found Ruo'er, they followed Luo Yin's instructions, carried her to Luo's land and buried her hastily.

Nianlang followed the whole process, thanked Luo Yin repeatedly, bowed to him at the end, and returned to Wanhua Tower only after he finished the matter.

Now, how should I tell my mother?

My mother has been ill for many years, how can she bear the blow?...

-

The weather has been really changeable recently. Although it is already August, the weather is still scorching hot, as if the power of midsummer has not yet dissipated.

The sun scorched the earth mercilessly, and people could only hide in the shade. Even at night, the temperature remained high, making it difficult to fall asleep.

That morning, Luo Qin was wearing a thin jade-colored wide-sleeved jacket with a light green shawl on the outside. Her long hair was tied into a large cross bun with a pair of golden flower hairpins inserted in the bun, which swayed gently with her movements. She had an exquisite flower ornament on her forehead. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and her every frown and smile was beautiful.

She brought some cooling drinks and went to Wang's residence with her maid Rufang.

The servant at the gate of the palace saw that it was Luo Qin, and hurried forward to greet him, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Madam, you are here."

Luo Qin smiled and nodded, saying, "I sent the invitation yesterday and came to visit Wang Jiuniang today."

"Okay, please follow me."

The servant respectfully led Luo Qin into the mansion, walked around the winding corridors, and came to Wang Aijing's courtyard.

Wang Aijing was embroidering in the room. When she heard the servant report that Luo Qin had arrived, she was overjoyed and quickly got up and went out to greet him.

Seeing the jade-colored beautiful woman from afar, Wang Aijing smiled softly, "My cousin's wife is here?"

Seeing the quiet and gentle girl, Luo Qin also smiled and said, "I came to see you."

"It's hot outside, come in and sit down."

Wang Aijing stepped forward, took Luo Qin's hand, and went into the room with her. She asked her to sit on the couch opposite, then turned around and told the maid, "Go and make a pot of tea quickly."

"No need for tea." Luo Qin said.

Hearing this, Wang Aijing looked at her in confusion. Luo Qin pointed at what Rufang was holding and said, "Jiu Niang, I brought some flower tea and juice for you to try."

"Flower tea? Juice?" It was the first time Wang Aijing heard of it.

"I came up with some drinks that I added ice to cool you down."

When Wang Aijing heard that it could relieve the heat, she became interested, "Then I must try it."

Luo Qin gestured to Rufang to put the things on the low table.

The thing was in a ceramic jar. He took out a few white porcelain cups and poured the drinks out. He could even see some fine ice cubes.

Luo Qin pointed to the pink cup and said, "This flower tea is rose tea with honey in it. Try it."

He then pointed to two other darker ones and said, “This one is juice squeezed from pomegranate seeds, and the one next to it is grape juice.”

During this period, grape cultivation had been promoted in the Central Plains, and noble families would also make wine to entertain guests.

Wang Aijing tried them all and liked them very much, especially the grape juice, which still had fruit pulp in it. She didn’t know how Luo Qin did it.

Wang Aijing was very satisfied with the drinks and smiled softly: "Since my cousin's wife brought something, I have to entertain her well."

She ordered people to fetch the lychees stored in the ice room.

When Luo Qin heard that there were lychees to eat, he was also slightly surprised.

During this period, lychees were very precious and only nobles and royal families could afford to eat them because they were produced in the south and were difficult to transport.

Luo Qin and Wang Aijing chatted while eating lychees and drinking scented tea and juice.

Luo Qin and Wang Aijing chatted for a while, and Luo Qin asked: "Ajing, how are you feeling recently? Is your body getting better? Is my father's prescription effective?"

For more than two months, Aye has been taking care of Wang Aijing's body, saying that Wang Aijing has been suffering from chronic illness for many years and it will take a year or so to slowly recuperate.

Wang Aijing smiled when she talked about this, "It's much better. I used to feel tired after walking a few steps, but now I feel much less tired, thanks to your father, my cousin."

Luo Qin observed her complexion and found that it was a little rosier than before, but her body still looked very thin.

"As long as it works, your aunt and cousin both hope you get better soon."

"Will do."

The two chatted for a while, and Wang Aijing looked at Luo Qin's outfit and said with a smile: "Cousin, you look really beautiful today."

She found that Luo Qin loved to wear light colors, which also suited her temperament very well.

Luo Qin covered her mouth and smiled, saying: "A Jing is also beautiful."

Speaking of clothes, Wang Aijing remembered something and asked, "Does my cousin's wife open a clothing store?"

"Yes." Luo Qin nodded.

"That's great. I'll go take a look if I have the chance."

"Shan, if you go I'll give you a discount?"

"Discount?"

“It’s just cheaper.”

"That's great, I must go."

The two girls leisurely ate lychees and drank scented tea and juice. Afterwards, Wang Aijing knew that Luo Qin needed roses, so she took her to the garden to have a look.

They moved lightly among the blooming roses, holding bamboo baskets in their hands, like fairies among the flowers, carefully picking roses and putting them into the baskets.

The basket was gradually filled with bright roses, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air.

This was the scene that Xie Yun and Wang Xu saw when they came over.

Seeing Luo Qin's figure among the flowers, a scene flashed through Xie Yun's mind. It was the first time he had a precognitive dream.

At that time, he wanted to keep Luo Qin here, and kissed her here...

It was also because of this dream that he began to notice Aqin, began to pay attention to her subconsciously, became curious about her, wanted to explore her, and then gradually, the two came together...

Unconsciously, Xie Yun had a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were full of that jade-colored figure.

Wang Xu glanced at his childhood friend who was standing quietly beside him with a happy face, then looked at the woman picking flowers not far away. He understood what was going on and couldn't help laughing, but he was more envious.

I envy my good brother for marrying his ideal partner. I guess he must be very happy.

"Ninth sister! Cousin's wife!"

When they heard the voice, they turned around and found two men standing not far away. They didn't know how long they had been there.

Luo Qin showed joy on his face, "Boan! Wulang!"

Wang Aijing also smiled softly, "Fifth brother, cousin."

When Luo Qin saw her husband in the palace, surprise and joy instantly surged in her heart. She handed the flower basket in her hand to Rufang without hesitation, then lifted her skirt and ran briskly towards the young man.

She flew into Xie Yun's arms like a cheerful little bird and hugged him tightly, with a happy smile on her face and bright stars twinkling in her beautiful eyes, as if the whole world had become beautiful.