When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

The next day, just after dawn, Jiang Song got up and put on his makeup with the help of Xiuyun.

Today is the day she returns home. According to etiquette, she needs to go to the Marquis of Anding's Mansion with Xie Changyan to visit her father Jiang Buli.

Jiang Song looked at herself in the mirror, her expression indifferent. She didn't have much of a sense of belonging to this so-called "home," but etiquette couldn't be abandoned, and she still had to go through the necessary formalities.

Xiuyun combed Jiang Song's hair into a dignified and elegant bun, and picked out a dress with plain colors and elegant styles for her to wear.

These clothes were just bought for her by the Xie family. Although they were expensive, when worn by Jiang Song, they seemed to be suppressed by her cold temperament, showing nothing obvious, leaving only a touch of elegance.

Jiang Song sat quietly, letting Xiuyun apply powder and rouge to her face, beautifying it. Her features were already delicate, and with just a little makeup, they became even more charming.

After packing up, Jiang Song went to Yongshou Hall to meet up with Xie Changyan, and then went to the Marquis of Anding's Mansion together.

At this time, Xie Changyan was already waiting in the front yard of Yongshou Hall. He was dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, and he stood tall and graceful, with an outstanding demeanor.

Standing beside him were two attendants, Xie Ruyi and Xie Ankang, both of whom were dressed in tight clothes and looked energetic.

Jiang Song walked up to Xie Changyan and bowed slightly, "Husband."

Xie Changyan turned around, his eyes moved to Jiang Song for a moment, then he withdrew his eyes without leaving any trace, nodded slightly, and walked out of the yard.

Xie Guangting walked out of the hall, looked at the two people who were about to leave, and instructed Jiang Song: "A Song, take good care of Yan'er, go early and come back early."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Song responded "yes" obediently, then followed Xie Changyan out of Yongshou Hall.

The Marquis of Anding's residence was located in a prosperous area of ​​the capital, not far from the Xie residence. However, since they were returning home today, they had to follow etiquette and travel by carriage.

The carriage was already waiting outside the mansion gate, with the Xie Mansion's logo inlaid on the body of the carriage, highlighting the owner's noble status.

Jiang Song and Xie Changyan got on the carriage together. The carriage was spacious, comfortable and elegantly decorated.

The two sat opposite each other, with a small table between them.

A set of exquisite tea sets and several plates of snacks were placed on it, and light smoke was rising from an incense burner, and the elegant fragrance filled the carriage.

The carriage started slowly, the wheels rolling over the bluestone road, making a rumbling sound. Inside the carriage, however, there was silence.

Jiang Song sat upright on one side, looking out the window calmly, watching the scenery along the way pass by before his eyes.

She didn't have too many waves in her heart, she just hoped that today could go smoothly and this matter of custom could be completed.

Xie Changyan closed his eyes and rested, his face calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

His face was truly handsome, and even when he closed his eyes to rest, his elegance could not be concealed.

The small mole at the end of his eye is like a drop of ink embellishing a masterpiece of painting, adding a touch of evil charm to him.

Although Jiang Song didn't look at him for long, he could still catch a glimpse of his unique profile from the corner of his eye.

She thought of her wedding night, which she spent with such a handsome man, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little moved.

But she quickly suppressed this feeling. She knew very well that the marriage between her and Xie Changyan was a choice that they had to make for each other.

He is sick now, like a beautiful doll living in his own world, without thoughts, without joy, anger, sorrow or happiness. If she really falls in love with him, there will be no return.

While he was thinking, the carriage had already stopped steadily in front of the Marquis of Anding's Mansion.

Jiang Song retracted his gaze and looked at Xie Changyan, who had already opened his eyes, and reminded him softly, "Husband, we're here."

Xie Changyan nodded slightly, motioning her to get out first. Jiang Song did not refuse, got up and stepped out of the carriage, then turned around and helped Xie Changyan out.

The Marquis of Anding's mansion had been cleaned from top to bottom, even the pair of stone lions at the door had been wiped clean. The servants in the mansion were waiting at the door early, and when they saw the carriage stop, they hurried to greet it.

"Miss Third, Uncle Third, you two are finally here. The Marquis and his wife have been waiting for a long time." The chief steward Jiang Dahe came up to them with a smile on his face.

Jiang Song glanced at him indifferently, without saying much, but just helped Xie Changyan walk into the mansion.

Seeing this, Jiang Dahai quickly stepped aside to make way, and at the same time asked other servants to carry the return gifts sent by the Xie family.

Along the way, the maids and servants in the mansion stopped to pay their respects, their eyes involuntarily falling on Xie Changyan, whispering to each other.

Those looks, some were of surprise, some were of inquiry, some were of amazement, and some were of regret... Jiang Song took in all their reactions and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

She knew what these people were surprised about and what they were talking about.

It’s just that the Xie Changyan they see now is completely different from the sickly man who is rumored to be suffering from a strange disease and has not much time left.

In their eyes, Xie Changyan who returned home today should be in a wheelchair and look emaciated. How could he be as handsome and elegant as he is now?

*

Marquis Anding’s Mansion, Chenxi Courtyard.

The sunlight filtered through the carved wooden windows, casting patches of light on the floor.

Jiang Jun, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, was leaning on the soft couch by the window, holding a sword manual in her hand. However, there was no interest in reading between her brows. Instead, her face was full of laziness and impatience.

Swordsmanship was one of the compulsory subjects in Fengwu Academy's recruitment exams over the years. Unfortunately, even though she had practiced countless times, her sword moves were still stiff and lacked any spirit.

But she was determined to marry the Second Young Master Mu, and she had to get into Fengwu Academy next year no matter what. Otherwise, how could she be worthy of Mu Yunlan, the Second Young Master Mu who was both talented in literature and martial arts and had a great reputation?

Just as Jiang Jun was getting upset and about to throw the sword manual aside, the voice of the maid Bihe came from outside the door: "Miss, the third young lady and the third uncle are back and are heading to the main hall."

"If you're here, then you're here. What does it have to do with me?" Jiang Jun frowned unhappily. Her mother had told her not to leave the hospital today, so as not to run into Xie Changyan and cause trouble.

After all, she had rejected the marriage proposal with Xie Changyan, and her reputation was already not very good. If she had any contact with him again, it would inevitably cause gossip.

Besides, why would she bother to see a dying person? She even thought it was unlucky, so she just stayed in her own yard, out of sight, out of mind.

Bihe said "Oh" and retreated angrily without saying anything more.

Jiang Jun continued to look through the sword manual in her hand, but she heard the maids in the yard start to whisper. Although the voices were small, they were enough to make her upset.

"What's the big deal about a slut coming back home? Why is she making so much noise? Can't we just have some peace and quiet?" Jiang Jun finally couldn't help it anymore. He threw the sword manual heavily on the couch and shouted angrily.

"Bihe!" she called out, "Come in!"

"Miss, I'm here." Bihe responded quickly and trotted into the house.

"Go, call all the talkative maids in the yard to me. I want to discipline them myself."

When Bihe heard this, her face changed slightly, but she also knew her young lady's temper and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, so she quickly responded and retreated.

After a while, she led a few maids and stood in front of Jiang Jun. They all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

Jiang Jun's eyes were like torches as he scanned the area. "What were you guys mumbling about in the yard just now? Tell me about it."

The maids trembled with fear upon hearing this. One of the braver ones spoke tremblingly, "My lady, we just... just heard that the third young lady and the third uncle have returned, and that the third uncle is really..."

"Hmm? How does he look like? Does he have three heads and six arms? Or can he fly?" Jiang Jun interrupted impatiently, with obvious sarcasm and disdain in his tone.

The maid's face was shy, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Miss, the Third Uncle is like the reincarnation of a banished immortal from the Ninth Heaven... This servant is also the first time we have seen him, so we have said a few words."

The other maids all nodded in agreement, their faces filled with unconcealable amazement.

When Jiang Jun heard this, her face instantly turned gloomy. She pursed her lips tightly, and an inexplicable anger surged in her heart.

She had a very high opinion of herself, believing that she was both beautiful and talented, but she had never imagined that Xie Changyan, whom she had discarded like a piece of trash, would cause such a stir among the maids in the mansion.

What a reincarnation of a banished immortal from the Nine Heavens! She wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of grace and elegance this Xie Changyan possessed.