The passers-by are vicious

"Hey, you're so dirty, don't touch me." Jiang Wanwan frowned slightly and shook Ling Yunche's hand away in disgust.

Ling Yunche naturally heard her disdain. He was stunned at first, then felt sad. He thought about how he had ever been disdainful of others.

How could he not notice that Jiang Wanwan's attitude towards him was perfunctory and strange? She was just deliberately ignoring him.

Jiang Wanwan used a handkerchief to wipe the arm that Ling Yunche had pinched, with a look of disgust between her eyebrows.

Although Ling Yunche couldn't see, he could hear and roughly guess her actions. He felt sad that Jiang Wanwan disliked him so much.

Ling Yunche didn't want to hear Jiang Wanwan's refusal, so he said to himself: "Then let's make a deal. As soon as I regain my eyesight, I will go home and ask my parents to marry you."

Jiang Wanwan nodded perfunctorily while wiping her hands. In fact, she didn't believe Ling Yunche at all. She just thought he was a beggar who had suddenly fallen into poverty and had gone crazy because he couldn't accept it.

She would not gamble the rest of her life on a man of unknown identity.

"My name is Liu Wen, hello, Miss Jiang." The man scratched his head and looked at Jiang Wanwan's pretty face embarrassedly.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the man in front of her who was dressed in cloth, had a square face and barely decent looks, and a deep sense of hopelessness welled up in her heart.

Could it be that she could only marry such a rude man? He was even a few years older than Jiang Wanwan.

Then she did housework like her mother and worked in the fields with her father, and her face became haggard.

After just a glance, Jiang Wanwan returned to the house amid her father's slightly gloomy face.

But when the man saw Jiang Wanwan, he liked her very much. He couldn't take his eyes off her and stared at her pretty back.

Sitting on the kang, Jiang Wanwan frowned and said to her father, "I don't want to."

"Father, I know what you are thinking, but how many of those rich people are easy to get along with? What's more, they look down on us. I'm afraid we will even lose our lives by then." The father frowned on his old face and sighed.

"Although Liu Wen's family is ordinary, his parents are still alive and can help. Most importantly, they live in the same village as us, so if anything happens, he can come home. Your mother and I can also support you."

Jiang Wanwan thought differently.

"But he's older than me, and he looks even poorer than our family. I'll have a hard life wherever I go."

"What's more, he has a younger brother. As an older brother, Liu Wen must support the younger brother..." Jiang Wanwan said a lot of faults, and her expression could not hide her reluctance.

"This is the best husband your father could choose for you. Just marry him."

Jiang Wanwan was too beautiful, and her father was afraid that she would be abducted. They were too old to protect her, so she had no choice but to marry her to Liu Wen, a strong man.

At the same time, Ling Yunche's injuries had mostly healed, so he planned to go to the mountains to hunt some pheasants to make Jiang Wanwan happy.

But as soon as he stepped out of the ruined temple, a group of men in black besieged Ling Yunche.

Although Ling Yunche was blind, he managed to avoid the sword that was heading for his neck with his keen hearing and agility.

Even though his wounds were torn open and blood was gushing out, he remained unafraid. He strangled the neck of a man in black and threw him heavily to the ground.

Faced with so many men in black, even Ling Yunche, who had recovered more than half of his injuries, still found it difficult to withstand their attacks.

All I heard was the sound of a sword ringing in my ears, and the long sword attacked Ling Yunche's chest directly.

He stood up and endured the severe pain of the sword, and at the same time tried his best to kill the man in black in front of him.

Before he fainted, Ling Yunche was still tightly holding the handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms in his hand.

Fortunately, Cangying appeared in time with other guards and took the seriously injured and unconscious Ling Yunche away.

When Jiang Wanwan went to the thatched temple to find Ling Yunche, she found that he was gone. She just felt that there was one less person who listened to her, so she didn't care much.

Jiang Wanwan soon forgot about Ling Yunche. Her father still urged her to get married, so she went to the thatched temple to burn incense in a huff, hoping that the Buddha would bless her with a good husband.

As long as he was a man who owned a shop in town and didn't need her to do housework, she didn't ask for anything else.

When she reverently inserted the incense into the broken incense burner and was ready to go home, she just reached the hillside and saw the village below a sea of ​​red.

.........

Ling Yunche clenched his fists, his face gloomy, and asked in a low voice: "Are you reluctant to give up your position as the wife of the Prime Minister?"

There was a hint of disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes, as if he had seen through Jiang Wanwan's inner struggle.

"You must know that the Crown Princess is much more noble than the Prime Minister's wife. Even the Marquise has to bow when she sees you." Ling Yunche deliberately emphasized the respect of the Crown Princess.

He originally thought that these words would move Jiang Wanwan and make her change her mind, but Jiang Wanwan's reaction surprised him.

There was a flash of hesitation and wavering in Jiang Wanwan's eyes, but she quickly regained her determination.

She looked at Ling Yunche with tears in her eyes, her face full of sadness: "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm already married, how can I leave you and follow you."

Her voice was trembling, as if she was trying hard to suppress her inner emotions.

Ling Yunche unwillingly grasped Jiang Wanwan's wrist and pulled her closer to him.

"So what if you're getting married? Just get a divorce." His eyes were firm and resolute, and there seemed to be no room for negotiation.

Jiang Wanwan's face turned pale in an instant. She looked at Ling Yunche in horror, her eyes full of helplessness and fear.

"But the Prime Minister's Mansion has been kind to me. The old lady took me in when I was desperate. How could I do anything that would harm the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Her tears burst out like a dam breaking, and she spoke with a choked voice.

Ling Yunche felt a pang of pain in his heart. He knew that Jiang Wanwan was a loyal person, but he couldn't accept that she would give up their relationship just like that.

He held Jiang Wanwan's hand tightly, wanting to give her strength and support, but found himself powerless.

Seeing her in such distress and pain, Ling Yunche felt as if his heart was being torn by a knife, and the pain and helplessness in his heart surged into his mind like a tide.

He understood that at this moment, he could not force Jiang Wanwan to make a choice and could only respect her decision.

Jiang Wanwan tried to comfort him and took Ling Yunche's hand: "Although I can't leave with you, you should know my feelings. I haven't forgotten the feelings between us."

"Besides, I don't want to embarrass you. Even if my father really agrees that you marry me, it will definitely affect your reputation. I don't want your reputation to be damaged because of me."

Jiang Wanwan looked like she was thinking about Ling Yunche wholeheartedly, and her peach blossom eyes looked at him with deep affection.

Ling Yunche only felt his throat tighten and a slightly sweet feeling in his heart. It seemed that it was not that Jiang Wanwan was unwilling, but that she liked him too much and he was thinking about her.

Then he couldn't let her down, so he put his arm around her waist and promised her solemnly, "When I ascend the throne, you must not reject me."