When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

"Sister-in-law, I've discussed this with the clan members these days, and they've agreed to move your mother's grave to the open space next to the Xie family cemetery."

"How about this? I'll ask a master to come over and choose a good day, and then we'll put the relocation of the grave on the agenda. How about that?"

Jiang Song felt warm in his heart, "Thank you, uncle, for taking the trouble for me."

Although they did not move directly into the Xie family cemetery, it involved ancestral rules and ethics, and it was not easy for Xie Changyu to convince the clan members to do so.

After all, she is only the daughter-in-law of the Xie family, not a true member of the Xie family.

Even the concubine of the head of the Xie family could not be buried in the Xie family cemetery after her death, but could only be buried in the open space next to it, not to mention that her mother was only someone who had some connection with the Xie family.

Compared to letting my mother's body be exposed in the wilderness and her soul be disturbed by villains, this is already a very good result.

Jiang Song is not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for her. She knows how to be content and grateful!

"You're too polite, sister-in-law. This is what we should do." Xie Changyu said with a smile, feeling relieved.

He was originally worried that Jiang Song would feel resentful about this, but now it seems that he was overthinking it.

Jiang Song put away the invitation and stood up to take his leave. "Mother, if there is nothing else, I will go back to my room first."

"Song'er, you don't look well. Let Yan'er accompany you back to rest." Chu Jinghong said with concern, his eyes moving across Jiang Song's face.

Jiang Song was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "No need, mother, I can go back by myself."

After saying that, she was about to leave, but Xie Changyan grabbed her by the waist and hugged her, "Come on, your husband will take you back."

His voice was still as clear and cool as spring water, ringing in Jiang Song's ears, making her heart beat faster.

what happened to him?

Normally, he pays the most attention to etiquette and rules. Why did he lose his composure today?

Jiang Song quickly came to his senses and struggled to break free from his embrace, "Let me go, I can walk by myself."

Xie Changyan didn't mean to let go, but instead held her tighter, "Don't move, do you want to make your mother worry?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Song froze and looked up at Chu Jinghong.

Chu Jinghong was looking at them with a smile on his face, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, "Song'er, just let Yan'er take you back. He's fine anyway."

Jiang Song had no choice but to let Xie Changyan carry her out of Yongshou Hall.

Along the way, neither of them spoke, and there was an inexplicable awkward atmosphere in the air.

Xie Changyan sent Jiang Song back to his room and loosened his arms, "Song'er, are you hiding from your husband?"

"Hide?" Jiang Song smiled lightly, but with a hint of sarcasm, "Xie Changyan, do you think I need to hide from you?"

There was a hint of provocation in her words, and her clear eyes looked directly at Xie Changyan, as if challenging his bottom line.

Xie Changyan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Oh? Then why have you been avoiding me all these days?"

"Avoiding me?" Jiang Song repeated his words and sneered, "Perhaps, I just feel that there is nothing more to talk about between us."

Her tone was flat and indifferent, as if she wanted to completely sever the relationship between the two.

This attitude made Xie Changyan feel a little unhappy.

He took a step closer and looked down at Jiang Song, "There's nothing to say? Song'er, are you sure?"

Jiang Song, however, was not shaken by him. She looked up and met his gaze. "Xie Changyan, I'm tired. From now on, who you are and what you want to do has nothing to do with me."

As she said that, she turned and walked to the bed, ready to lie down and rest.

Xie Changyan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "It has nothing to do with you? Song'er, you think it's too simple."

There was a hint of anger in his tone, and his eyes became sharp.

Jiang Song struggled, trying to break free from his restraints. "Xie Changyan, let me go! Does it have to be so ugly between us?"

In an instant, the surrounding illusions changed completely, and they appeared in the Yunmiao Immortal Palace.

Jiang Song suddenly found himself in Yun Miao's living room, and Xie Changyan was holding her in his arms. The two of them lay on the large bed in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the atmosphere suddenly became charming!

Xie Changyan also changed into a white robe, which made his face look like a jade and his temperament look extraordinary, like a god.

Jiang Song looked at Xie Changyan, who was dressed as Yun Miao, and felt a little dazed.

"What are you doing?"

"A Song, why don't you come to practice for the next three days?"

This time, even his eyes changed. His eyes, which were filled with anger just now, were now filled with tenderness, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Song turned his head away, unwilling to meet his gaze. "Whether I practice or not is my own business. What does it have to do with you?"

Yun Miao stretched out her slender fingers to play with Jiang Song's hair. "Song, if you are so lazy, how can you gain a foothold in this world of immortal cultivation in the future?"

Jiang Song's heart was slightly moved, but he still said stubbornly: "I know what to do, Yunmiao, don't worry about it."

Yun Miao smiled softly, slid his fingers to her chin, and gently lifted it, "A Song, look into my eyes and say it again."

Jiang Song was forced to look into his eyes. His eyes seemed to contain endless tenderness and affection, which made her feel a little lost for a moment.

She looked away in panic and said in a panic, "Yun Miao, please respect yourself."

Yun Miao didn't let her go, but instead moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Well, it's time for you to tell your husband a story. Don't go back on your word, okay?"

Jiang Song had made an agreement with Yun Miao in the past. Yun Miao would help her practice, and she would tell Yun Miao a story every night of practice as a reward.

Jiang Song felt angry when he heard this, but he could do nothing about it.

She knew very well that her current strength was far from enough to compete with Yun Miao, so she could only endure it temporarily.

"Okay, what do you want to hear today? Scripture or a story?" she asked calmly, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Let's talk about the fifteenth chapter of Investiture of the Gods. I remember we already talked about that part last time."

"Yun Miao, please get up first. How can I continue talking like this?" Jiang Song pushed him, a blush on his face.

Yun Miao smiled slightly and stepped back slightly, but still kept a very close distance from her. "So, A-Song, can we start?"

What happened to this guy today?

Could it be that she realized that she was attracted by his looks, so she used her beauty to seduce her?

Jiang Song secretly complained in his heart, but did not dare to show it on his face.

She cleared her throat and began to narrate the content of the fifteenth chapter of "The Investiture of the Gods".

Yun Miao listened quietly, with an inexplicable light flashing in her deep eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

As the story progressed, Jiang Song gradually became immersed in it and forgot about Yun Miao beside him.

However, when she came to the key point, she suddenly felt a warm breath spraying on her face.

She suddenly came back to her senses and found Yun Miao approaching her with a playful smile on his lips, "A Song, tell me this part again."

Jiang Song's heart tightened, and he quickly dodged backwards, "Yun Miao, you...you are too close to me."

Yun Miao didn't retreat, but instead moved closer to her, "A Song, why are you so afraid of your husband? Are you feeling guilty?"

"Feeling guilty? What do I have to feel guilty about?" Jiang Song pretended to be calm and stared at him.

Yun Miao chuckled and reached out to gently stroke her cheek, "A Song, your thoughts are written all over your face."

Jiang Song was startled and quickly turned his head away, not wanting to be bewitched by him.

Yun Miao did not give up. He pressed forward and trapped Jiang Song in his arms, "Song, what are you afraid of?"

"I..." Jiang Song stammered, unable to speak.

She found herself a little afraid that Yun Miao would see through her thoughts, and even more afraid that she would not be able to resist his charm.

Yun Miao looked at her panic-stricken appearance and felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on Jiang Song's face. "Song, don't hide from me from now on. I will punish you."

Jiang Song became even more flustered when he heard this.

She didn't know how to respond to Yun Miao's provocation, and she didn't know if she could keep her heart.

Just when she was at a loss, Yun Miao suddenly let go of her and sat up straight.

He glanced at the moonlight in the sky and said calmly, "It's getting late. You should go back and rest."

Jiang Songru was pardoned. He quickly got up, tidied his clothes, and left in a hurry.