The passers-by are vicious

Song Qiyuan was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He held Jiang Wanwan's hand tightly, and said softly with a distant look in his eyes and a lonely look: "Wanwan, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry."

His voice was filled with self-blame and regret for not protecting her and their child.

Jiang Wanwan shook her head, tears streaming down her clear eyes, and she looked dejected.

She raised her hand and tried to wipe away her tears, but found that she had no strength left.

Song Qiyuan quickly took the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"Don't worry, I have already punished Xu Zhizhi, and my grandmother has agreed to let me marry you as the Marquis's wife."

However, he still did not say anything wrong about Old Madam Song, but just silently took all the responsibility.

Song Qiyuan knew that no matter what, the damage Jiang Wanwan suffered could not be repaired. He could only do his best to give her an explanation and a promise.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes flickered. This was all within her expectations. As long as the result was achieved, it didn't matter. However, her delicate face showed no energy and she said nothing, but just shed tears.

But Song Qiyuan felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, thinking that Jiang Wanwan was still blaming him.

The corners of his cold and distant eyes were red, and his handsome face was filled with obvious pain. His eyes were watery and there seemed to be tears, but they did not flow, as if he was afraid that his tears would make Jiang Wanwan even sadder.

"By the way, Jiang Lang is now the Minister of Revenue."

Jiang Wanwan's eyes flashed with a gleam. Everything was as she expected. As long as the goal could be achieved in the end, nothing else mattered. However, her delicate face was lifeless, as if she had lost all her vitality, and tears slid down her cheeks.

But Song Qiyuan felt increasingly heavy-hearted, as he mistakenly thought that Jiang Wanwan still harbored resentment towards him.

The corners of his cold and distant eyes were slightly red, and pain was clearly visible on his handsome face. His eyes were flashing with tears, and it seemed that tears would fall at any time, but he tried hard not to let them fall, fearing that his tears would make Jiang Wanwan even more sad.

"By the way, Jiang Lang has now been promoted to Minister of Revenue."

Jiang Wanwan was not moved at all when she heard the news. However, she was still somewhat happy about her brother's promotion, because it meant that he had become a second-rank official and was one of the most important officials in the court.

Jiang Wanwan's pale lips trembled slightly, and her voice was weak: "Thank you...My Lord." But her gaze always stayed on the curtains above the bed, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

Song Qiyuan pursed his lips tightly and whispered, "When you recover, we will get married."

Jiang Wanwan knew that her physical condition could not be changed, so what she had to do now was to complete her plan in the shortest time possible.

She silently calculated in her heart: Once my brother's position as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue is established, our Jiang family will have broken through the class barrier.

In this way, even after his death, the Jiang family would continue to prosper.

However, Jiang Wanwan's health was worse than before.

Although she has been taking the medicines prescribed by Liu Benchu, these medicines can only relieve symptoms but cannot cure the disease.

Jiang Wanwan knew in her heart that her illness was destined and could not be cured no matter what.

But she didn't care, because Jiang Wanwan felt it was all worth it.

After all, although her life span was shortened, the benefits she gained were enormous.

Moreover, Jiang Wanwan still has one last thing to do - to become the wife of the Marquis.

Only in this way can he find a father-in-law with strength and background for his younger brother and ensure that his position in the court is stable.

In this way, even if he passed away, the Jiang family would continue to prosper with the help of his younger brother.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination and firmness flashed in Jiang Wanwan's eyes.

Soon after recovering from a serious illness, Jiang Wanwan walked slowly to the center of the yard. She walked slowly to the center of the yard, then looked up, enjoying the warm sunshine that she had not felt for a long time.

Her skin was as delicate as snowflakes, and looked even paler and almost transparent in the sunlight.

It seemed as if the whole person would disappear in the next moment.

At the same time, Song Qiyuan prepared for the wedding and quickly married Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan, wearing a phoenix crown and an intricate red wedding dress, sat on the bed waiting.

From today onwards, she is the legitimate wife of the Marquis.

As the door opened, Song Qiyuan, dressed in a red robe, walked in. He lifted the veil and stroked Jiang Wanwan's face with a gentle look in his eyes: "From today on, you are the wife of the Marquis' Mansion."

After drinking the wedding wine, they fell on the bed, and the red liquid fell everywhere.

The next day, Old Madam Song sent Nanny Liu to deliver the key to the storehouse, which represented the power of the Marquis's family.

Jiang Wanwan ordered someone to accept it. Madam Liu supported her and said respectfully, "The old lady said that since Madam is not feeling well, there is no need to go to her to pay respects. Take care of yourself."

After saying this, she and Jiang Wanwan said goodbye, slowly backing away before turning around. Her perfect etiquette was enough to show that she truly recognized Jiang Wanwan.

But unfortunately, Nanny Liu cannot represent Old Madam Song. Even if Nanny Liu agrees with her, Old Madam Song will not agree.

Fortunately, Jiang Wanwan would not dwell on these things, as Old Madam Song’s attitude is no longer important to her now.

Soon an invitation was received to a polo match, which was being held outside the city by the Countess of Yonghe, and many officials’ wives would be there, who wanted to see the married men and women.

Jiang Wanwan would naturally go, as she wanted to take this opportunity to find a wife for her younger brother Jiang Lang.

When Jiang Wanwan arrived with her maids and guards, she was immediately led to the best viewing position in the middle of the pavilion surrounded by gauze curtains. Sitting next to her was the wife of the Marquis, the organizer of this event.

Jiang Wanwan's lips were pale, not even rouge could cover them. The handkerchief she was twisting in her hand was stained with blood. Her figure was too slender. She was supported and slowly sat down, and she coughed again.

The guards who were sent to protect her stood outside the pavilion, while Bi'er and Yoona stood behind Jiang Wanwan. A maid immediately placed pear blossom pastries and tea on the table.

It was obvious that she had specially checked Jiang Wanwan's preferences. Sure enough, Countess Yonghe came over and said with a smile of surprise: "I didn't expect that Madam would come. It's a pleasant surprise."

Jiang Wanwan covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly. Her pale face looked sickly but still had the beauty of a willow in the wind. She said softly, "I've been stuck indoors for a long time, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to come and see you. I hope the Countess doesn't worry that I'll affect the atmosphere with my illness."

The Countess of Yonghe said with a smile: "Everyone is very happy that you can come. There is no such thing as illness or no illness here. Many children of officials' families have come today. Madam, please take a look."

Jiang Wanwan didn't expect that the Countess looked cheerful but thoughtful. She smiled naturally, "Of course, Madam, as the organizer, I'm afraid you are very busy. You don't have to worry about me."

Then he turned his gaze to the young official's wife in the venue.