The passers-by are vicious

Since Su Wanran learned that Jiang Wanwan was pregnant, she stayed in her yard obediently, fearing that she would cause trouble and be misunderstood. After all, she had completely given up on Song Qiyuan.

She knew very well in her heart that as long as Jiang Wanwan was still there, Song Qiyuan would not be able to see her existence.

Therefore, Su Wanran no longer desired any feelings and only hoped to spend the rest of her life peacefully in the backyard of this marquis' mansion.

However, something unexpected happened today. Su Ran, who had always been reluctant to come to the Marquis' Mansion, worried that it would cause trouble for Su Wanran, actually came to the Marquis' Mansion for the first time.

When Su Wanran saw his brother sitting there leisurely drinking tea, a complex emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

Since that incident, Su Ran's reputation has been greatly damaged. She has not found a suitable family and has not been able to get married.

This incident became a heavy stone in Su Wanran's heart, making her dare not mention it easily.

Su Ran put down the teacup and suddenly said, "I heard that the Marquis's wife was ill. I wonder how she is doing now."

Su Wanran didn't expect that he would ask about Jiang Wanwan. She didn't think much about it but didn't want to say more: "It's very serious, and she's pregnant, but it doesn't matter. It's good for Sister to be an invisible person in this Marquis' Mansion now."

She sighed but did not notice her brother Su Ran's sudden change in expression, or the slightly tightened fingers he placed on his legs.

.........

After several months of training and fighting on the battlefield, Ji Xian is no longer the arrogant purple-clothed boy who was once teased as a "little general", but a great general who truly commands the entire army and is feared by all.

Today, his temperament has changed tremendously. His face is still as handsome as before, but his originally lively almond-shaped eyes have become extremely tough after being baptized by war and blood, and his eyes are firm and sharp.

The aura emanating from his body is no longer as immature as before, but a sharp aura that cannot be ignored, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

Ji Xian led a large army and was besieged by the rebels for several months. After countless life-and-death battles, he finally succeeded in breaking through.

Afterwards, he led his army to pursue the victory, annihilated the enemy leader in one fell swoop, and achieved a glorious victory.

They thought the war was over and they could return to the capital to report their military achievements. However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. Just as they were about to return to the capital, they unexpectedly encountered the rebels' allies - foreign troops.

On the battlefield, Ji Xian's armor had been stained red by the blood of the enemy, but he still did not stop fighting. His eyes were bloodshot, veins on his forehead bulged, and his face was as pale as paper.

He wielded the spear with all his might, each swing carrying immense strength and determination. However, despite the countless kills he had, he could not calm down deep inside.

Ji Xian thought of the woman who had smiled brightly at him from behind the curtain, and her eyes as clear as autumn water.

Now, he may never see it again.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying his best to control his emotions and prevent tears from flowing out of his eyes. His fingertips dug deep into his palms, and the pain kept him awake.

The hand holding the spear did not hesitate at all, and every swing was filled with murderous intent. The sharp spear pierced through the enemy soldier's body, and the splashing blood dyed his armor and weapon red.

Suddenly, Ji Xian felt a chill in his heart, as if something was leaving this world. He subconsciously reached out to touch his chest and felt the cold silver armor.

He slowly reached in and took out a white jade ring hanging from his chest with a red string. He held the ring in his palm, examining it carefully, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Ji Xian gently placed the ring to his lips and kissed it, and then his eyes immediately became cold.

Because he knew that now was not the time to be sad, he had to keep fighting.

Even though his body was exhausted, he still swung the spear firmly, not daring to stop for even a second. His attacks became more and more fierce, and wherever he went, it turned into a sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, in the distant capital, Jiang Wanwan used up her last bit of strength and finally successfully gave birth to twins. However, at that moment, Bai Ruo's arm fell down and gradually became silent.

The battlefield was in a mess, with corpses and blood everywhere. Ji Xian's body was covered with countless wounds, and his breathing became weaker and weaker, but he still insisted on fighting.

His eyes were firm and resolute, and he vowed to destroy all enemies.

However, when the red necklace on Ji Xian's neck suddenly broke, the white jade ring slipped off his neck and fell into the river of blood.

Ji Xian's eyes widened, as if he had lost his strength. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he was powerless.

It seemed that his body could no longer bear any more damage. His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

Ji Xian gripped the spear tightly with both hands and tried to stand up again, but his strength was exhausted.

In the end, he could only helplessly hold up his body and watch his blood dye the ground beneath him red.

Ji Xian's eyes remained open until his body began to cool and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Finally, he closed his eyes.

The pear blossoms outside the Yaoguang Garden have begun to wither, and the fallen petals are all over the ground, as if a layer of snow-white carpet has been laid on the earth.

However, at this moment, Song Qiyuan and Liu Benchu ​​had no time to appreciate such a beautiful scenery. They rushed into the house with a blank expression, completely ignoring the midwife's obstruction.

Outside the house, Old Madam Song was happily holding her two children, muttering something like praying for the gods and Buddhas to bless her.

Her eyes were filled with joy at the arrival of two new lives.

When Song Qiyuan and Liu Benchu ​​saw the twin boys in their cradles, a complex emotion surged in their hearts.

Although they are siblings, they do not look alike.

The elder brother's eyebrows and eyes clearly bear the shadow of Song Qiyuan, while the younger brother can hardly hide his sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the day of Jiang Wanwan's burial.

The mansion was filled with white curtains, creating a solemn atmosphere. Song Qiyuan, who usually only wore black, also made an exception today and wore white clothes. Apart from the pear blossom pattern on his cuffs, there was no other decoration on his body.

He had a white cloth on his forehead and walked at the front of the entire funeral procession with a cold and expressionless look.

Behind him, the guards carefully carried the jade coffin and moved slowly forward.

The servants of the mansion were dressed in white, with tears on their faces and sad expressions. The entire capital was shrouded in white, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The huge procession moved forward slowly, and wherever it passed, there was only the sound of paper money being scattered, flying and finally falling to the ground.

People on both sides of the street stopped to watch and asked curiously: "Who died? Such a grand ceremony."

Someone answered, "It's the wife of Marquis Weixin."

The news only slightly shocked everyone, and they felt regret and sadness for the passing of the young lady.

Su Ran, who was also standing in the crowd, had a dazed look on his face. His eyes were blank, and there was only the jade coffin in his sight.