When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

After a long time, Xiuyun prepared the hot water for bathing. Jiang Song pushed Xie Changyan away and went to the next room to take a bath.

When she came back from showering, Xie Changyan had already made the bed and was looking through her coat.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Song asked.

Xie Changyan lifted up his coat, and Jiang Song discovered that there was a cut on the hem of the coat.

"I noticed it when I was holding you just now. How could I be so careless?"

As Xie Changyan spoke, he took out a sewing kit from the drawer and wanted to sew for her himself.

Seeing this, Jiang Song quickly snatched the coat away and said, "No need. I'll let Xiuyun mend it tomorrow."

You must be kidding. If she let the eldest son of the Xie family mend her clothes, everyone would be shocked if it got out.

Xie Changyan insisted on mending it for her. "No problem. I'm free anyway. I remember you liked this dress very much."

As he spoke, he had already threaded the needle and lowered his head to start mending the clothes seriously.

Jiang Song had no choice but to sit aside and watch him.

Perhaps because he was born into the first weaving family in Taixi Kingdom and was influenced by his family, Xie Changyan's technique is very skillful, and his stitches are smooth and fine.

The tiny embroidery needle moved flexibly between his slender fingers, like an elegant painting!

Jiang Song watched and became a little absent-minded.

The man in front of her was beautiful, strong and restrained, yet he was willing to do these trivial things for her.

If it were any other woman, she would have fallen under his tender offensive long ago.

Unfortunately, she is not an ordinary woman.

Jiang Song lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them.

"It's done." Xie Changyan finished sewing the last stitch, cut the thread, and handed the coat to Jiang Song. "Take a look. Is it okay?"

Jiang Song took the coat. The hole at the hem had been cleverly repaired. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't find the flaw at all.

"Yeah, it's like new."

Xie Changyan reached out and gently stroked Jiang Song's long hair. "Did you feel any injustice at the Jiang family today?"

Jiang Song shook his head and said, "No, the Jiang family doesn't dare to do anything to me."

She paused and added, "Besides, I'm not a soft persimmon that can be bullied."

Xie Changyan chuckled, "Of course you are powerful."

"Song'er, what's wrong with you today? You even refused to call your husband."

Jiang Song looked at Xie Changyan steadily, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, as if he was teasing her, but also as if he was testing her.

Her heart moved, and she opened her red lips and called out, "Husband."

Xie Changyan was wearing moon-white pajamas tonight, his black hair was like a waterfall, his face was handsome, and his eyes were flashing with tiny lights, as if hiding thousands of stars.

Hearing Jiang Song's gentle call, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up in joy.

Jiang Song knew what Xie Changyan was going to do next, so he put his arms around his neck and leaned close to his ear, "Husband, it's late, it's time to rest."

Her voice was soft and alluring, like a night breeze, gently brushing against Xie Changyan's heart.

He took advantage of the situation and put his arms around Jiang Song's waist, then turned over and pressed her under him. "Okay, I'll listen to you, my lady."

"Tonight, I want to be on top." Jiang Song's eyes were charming and his breath was as sweet as orchid.

Xie Changyan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Okay, as you say."

As he spoke, he turned over and lay on the bed, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and looked at Jiang Song leisurely.

Jiang Song leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips, then straddled his waist and slowly leaned over.

A curtain of spring falls, filling the room with beautiful fragrance.

Outside the window, the night wind blows gently, causing a tree full of flowers to sway, as if accompanying the beautiful scenery inside the room.

Indoors, the temperature gradually rises and spring is in the air.

I don’t know how long it took, but everything returned to calm.

The next morning, when Jiang Song woke up, the seat next to him was empty.

She sat up and rubbed her aching waist.

She was too indulgent last night. She didn't expect Xie Changyan to be so strong that she almost couldn't get out of bed today.

Thinking about what happened last night, her cheeks felt slightly hot.

It's crazy!

Jiang Song got up, washed, dressed, and began to count the spoils from last night.

There are twenty-three storage bags, and the things inside are varied, including elixirs, magic tools, talismans, spirit stones, and some miscellaneous materials.

Jiang Song sorted the things and recorded them one by one in a book.

It is estimated to be worth more than 800 high-grade spirit stones. After deducting the cost of various materials for setting up the killing array, the value of the additional spirit stones is more than 500 high-grade spirit stones.

Jiang Song kept the pills, talismans and other items he needed, and planned to sell the rest in exchange for spirit stones so that he could give half to Xie Ankang.

She is now in great need of cultivation materials. Formation flags, formation plates, talisman paper, cinnabar, and spirit pens are consumed very quickly and need to be purchased in large quantities.

Once she has mastered the skills of magic arrays and talismans, she will be able to draw high-level talismans by herself and arrange more powerful magic arrays, and her overall strength will be improved.

Although she has now reached the Golden Core stage, she is still just an ant-like existence in this world of cultivation where the strong are respected.

If she wants to survive better, she must become stronger.

Moreover, the Jiang family and the Du family have not yet paid the price they deserve, so how can she stop?

After packing up his things, Jiang Song planned to go to Tianbao Tower to sell them.

As Jiang Song walked out of the yard, he saw the maid Ruxiao walking towards him, looking a little flustered.

"Young Madam, someone from the Jiang family has come and asked to see you. Madam has asked me to invite you to the front hall."

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

Jiang family?

What are they here for?

Could it be that they still won’t let go of what happened last night?

Jiang Song sneered in her heart. If the Jiang family really dared to cause trouble again, she wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson again.

"Got it. I'll be there right away." Jiang Song said, walking towards the main hall.

She wanted to see what tricks the Jiang family was going to play this time.

When he arrived at the main hall, Jiang Song saw Chu Jinghong and Nanny Su already waiting there.

She looked at the woman kneeling beside Chu Jinghong with some surprise, and only heard her say, "...Thank you, Madam, for letting me see Song'er."

"Aunt Qiao?"

Jiang Song didn't expect that the person who came was Qiao Wanyu.

Qiao Wanyu has a good relationship with Jiang Song's biological mother Cui Yunniang in private, but as they are both concubines, she is always suppressed by the mistress Du Shulan. Even if she wants to help Cui Yunniang, she is powerless.

During the time when Cui Yunniang was seriously ill, Qiao Wanyu often secretly went to comfort her and bring her medicine, so Jiang Song had a good impression of Qiao Wanyu.

"Song'er, something terrible has happened..."

When Qiao Wanyu saw Jiang Song, her eyes suddenly turned red and she struggled to get up and try to hold her.

Jiang Song walked over quickly and supported her shaky body, "Auntie, what happened to you? Why are you in this state?"

Qiao Wanyu's originally beautiful face was now covered with slap marks, and there was blood at the corners of her mouth. It was obvious that she had just been beaten.

Her clothes were disheveled, covered in dirt and blood, and she looked very disheveled.

"Song'er, your mother's grave! The eldest lady wants to dig up your mother's grave..." Qiao Wanyu grabbed Jiang Song's hand and cried.

Jiang Song's eyes darkened when he heard this.

Digging a grave? !