Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Gu Qingchen lay on the bed for a while. He didn't want to disturb Jiang Lanyue's pregnancy, but he still couldn't hide it from her.

"Lanyue, you'd better not watch this bloody scene, so as not to affect the fetus."

Jiang Lanyue had tears in her eyes as she carefully changed the bandage for him. Looking at the bloody wound, she felt so heartbroken that tears were streaming down her face.

"Brother Qingchen, you were clearly wronged, why would His Majesty vent his anger on you?

I heard from Nanny Gui that my sister seemed to be an old acquaintance of the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

Your two brothers were not the masterminds of this incident, but were accidentally implicated.

My sister just needs to come forward and ask for a favor and make arrangements privately.

At most they would be given a beating and then released without charge.

I never thought that my sister would be so heartless and not care about their lives.

I'm so heartbroken that you've been beaten up for nothing."

Gu Qingchen snorted coldly:

“It doesn’t matter if I get beaten, but I didn’t expect Song Wanyin to be such a sinister and vicious woman.

In the past, I was actually blinded by her gentle and kind appearance.

The purpose of her doing this is nothing more than to force me to bow down to her.

I will not let her scheme succeed."

When he said the last sentence, he became increasingly emotional and accidentally hurt his wound, causing him to grimace in pain and break out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Lanyue leaned forward and blew gently on his wound, choking with sobs:

“Brother Qingchen, that day the two elders of the Gu family went to ask Song Wanyin to rescue their son from prison.

I heard that the second wife not only handed over the shop under her name to her, but also signed a document in front of the lady, guaranteeing that you would never sell the family property without permission.

Our wedding is coming soon, and there are many things that have not yet been purchased, and the deadline for the bride price is approaching.

You are now seriously injured and many things are imminent.

As for your two brothers who were sentenced to one death and one exile, I guess the second and third branches will never let it go."

Gu Qingchen suddenly smiled bitterly:

"Song Wanyin, you are so amazing!

She is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, while you are gentle on the inside and soft on the outside.

If you want to blame someone, blame myself for being blind and not being able to see her true face.

That’s why I have put myself in this desperate situation, surviving in the cracks.”

After thinking it over, he suddenly grabbed Jiang Lanyue's delicate hand and said desperately:

"Lanyue, I have a bold idea. Can I borrow some money from your Jiang family for emergency?

To be honest, I no longer have the money.

I would rather beg you to lend me money than to borrow money from Song Wanyin."

Jiang Lanyue's face was filled with shock. She subconsciously pulled back her hands, bit her lower lip tightly, and looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.

For a moment, she did despise Gu Qingchen for having only a title but being a penniless man.

If she didn't have some other purpose in clinging to the Marquis's Mansion, she wouldn't have given herself to him as a second choice.

The streets of Shangjing City were covered in silver, enveloping the entire city.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and red lanterns were hung at the doors of shops on both sides. Salt flowers fluttered down from the sky, as light and floating as goose feathers.

A luxurious carriage was driving hard in the snow, and the wheels made a creaking sound.

Inside the carriage, Song Wanyin was wearing a thick brocade skirt with a soft silk inner layer. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with delicate patterns. She had a white cloak draped over her shoulders and soft fox fur around her neck.

She held the exquisite and small Qingluan hand warmer in her hands, and her whole body felt warm.

Under the careful care of Tiancheng and Nanny Wei, she looked radiant, her skin was moist and shiny, as white and tender as a peeled egg.

Tian Cheng was afraid that she would be bored on the way, so she took out a fruit box and handed it to her:

"Girl, would you like some cake?

This is the new mung bean cake that Wufangzhai has just launched. It is soft, glutinous and sweet. You should try it.”

Song Wanyin shook her head gently, feeling a little stuffy in her chest, as if there was a huge stone pressing on her heart.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Marquis's Mansion, she took Tiancheng, hired a coachman, and traveled alone to the temple where the assassination occurred.

After observing her for some time, she always felt that there were eyes in the dark, watching her every move.

Her intuition has always been accurate. It seems that the assassin has no intention of letting her go after all.

In order to lure the assassin out of his hole as quickly as possible, she decided to use herself as bait and had already laid a net to force the assassin to fall into the trap.

At this time, the carriage gradually stopped, and the driver's voice came from behind the exquisite pearl curtain:

"Madam, we have arrived at Lingze Temple."

With the help of Tiancheng, Song Wanyin got off the carriage and looked up at the quiet and solemn Lingze Temple.

The cold air was filled with a faint smell of incense, and the falling snowflakes covered the temple with a white veil.

Tiancheng was carrying a basket with incense, candles and other offerings in it.

He was full of resistance to this ominous place and couldn't understand why his master was so obsessed with it.

"Girl, it's very cold. You'd better go in quickly and be careful not to catch a cold."

Song Wanyin nodded slightly, and with her support, she was about to step into the temple.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air came from behind.

The cold wind was blowing hard all around, sweeping up the snow on the ground. A chilling feeling rushed up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Sweet Orange exclaimed:

"Girl, be careful!"

Song Wanyin was pushed away by Tiancheng recklessly. Countless poisonous needles were nailed to the dead tree where she had just stood, reflecting a cold light.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow flashed out from the darkness, holding a sharp sword, and stabbed Song Wanyin's vital points.

Song Wanyin's eyes were stung by the cold light, and the assassin's fierce gaze gradually reflected in her pupils. She was sure that this was the same person who had failed in the last assassination attempt.

"Finally, you have shown up."

She did not dodge or evade, but stood there calmly, staring at the assassin intently.

Just as the sword was about to pierce her heart, a tall and mighty figure descended from the sky with a double thunderbolt axis in hand and easily blocked the attack of the sword.

Mr. Biao has a muscular body and a beard, looking like a chivalrous hero.

"You bastard, take this axe from your grandfather!"

The assassin was caught off guard, his pupils suddenly widened, and he was beaten back by the double thunder axes.

With a "swoosh", the assassin's right arm was cut by the axe, and the sword in his hand was caught on the axe, spun three times, and flew several feet away.

The assassin frowned and covered his wound. Blood flowed through his fingers, leaving mottled bloodstains on the snow, like blooming plum blossoms.

At the same time, more than a dozen men holding shining swords rushed out from all directions. Each of them was very skilled and they were all Biao Ye's right-hand men.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassin waved his sleeves, released a handful of poison powder, and escaped in the chaos.

Ye Biao immediately led people to chase after him, and Song Wanyin noticed the sharp sword left on the ground.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a lifelike eagle head totem carved.