When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

After returning to the Xie Mansion, Jiang Song and the rest of the Xie family respectfully saw off the Black Armored Guards.

She placed the spirit tablet of Cui Yunniang that she had brought back in the shrine in the main hall of Xunmeiju, lit three incense sticks, and talked to herself for a long time.

Just as he was about to go back to his room to rest, he saw an uninvited guest in the courtyard - Xie Changyan.

He was standing with his hands behind his back, under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, looking at her with deep eyes.

The moonlight fell on him, and his white brocade robe glowed faintly in the night, making him look even more cold and noble.

Jiang Song paused slightly, and saw Xiuyun took out a cloak from the house and handed it to her.

"Madam, the young master has been waiting for you here for a while. Seeing that he refused to come in, I didn't dare to ask any more questions..."

"I understand, you go and rest first."

She slowly walked to Xie Changyan's side and draped her cloak over his shoulders. "Why are you here?"

Xie Changyan held Jiang Song's hand, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her slender waist, "You still care about your husband?"

"You're being sentimental." Jiang Song rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Everyone in the mansion knows that you're not in good health. If you get frozen, won't I be branded as someone who mistreats her husband?"

Xie Changyan laughed softly, his chest shaking slightly, and whispered in her ear, "Really? Is your husband in good health? Song'er doesn't know?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Song's ears trembled slightly, he shook off his hand, turned and left.

Really!

Xie Changyan looked at Jiang Song's back as she left in shame and anger, a smile flashed in his eyes. He followed her and entered the room with her.

"Who is prettier, A-Liu? Or is my husband prettier?"

Jiang Song had just stepped into the room when he heard Xie Changyan's words. He stumbled and almost fell.

She held onto the door frame, turned around, and looked at Xie Changyan in disbelief. "Why are you asking me this?"

Xie Changyan walked to her side calmly, stretched out his arms and leaned against the wall beside her, trapping her between his arms and the door frame.

He leaned forward slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly, "Song'er said in the carriage tonight that your husband is very beautiful and very attractive to you... Your husband was very happy to hear that."

"So, I want to confirm again, in Song'er's heart, who is more handsome, me or Ximen Liu?"

Jiang Song looked up and met Xie Changyan's smiling eyes, feeling speechless.

She turned her head away, avoiding Xie Changyan's gaze, and said in a somewhat cold tone, "I'm a little tired today."

After saying that, she tried to push Xie Changyan away.

Who would have thought that one of his hands would press both of her wrists against the wall above her head, while her waist was tightly gripped by his other hand, forcing her to stick close to him.

"Now that you have Ah Liu, you won't even bother to be my husband?"

There was a hint of ridicule and displeasure in Xie Changyan's tone. He looked down at Jiang Song, his eyes flickering.

"What? Are you jealous?" Jiang Song sneered, "You're beautiful, the most beautiful. No one in this world can compare to you. Okay?"

Xie Changyan's eyes darkened instantly, "You really are being perfunctory?!"

He leaned over and pressed his lips against Jiang Song's, with a hint of punishment, tossing and turning, exploring deeply.

Jiang Song was a little breathless from the kiss. He clenched his fists and gently beat his chest, "Xie Changyan, you...you let me go!"

Xie Changyan remained unmoved. Instead, he held her in his arms even tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

It was not until Jiang Song's cheeks flushed and her eyes were covered with mist that Xie Changyan slowly let her go.

He leaned against her forehead, his eyes flushed, and his voice was hoarse: "Song'er, you are mine, only mine."

"Forget it! What's the point of saying this to someone who won't give his heart to you?"

Jiang Song wiped the remaining silver threads on his lips with a handkerchief, his eyes full of indifference and alienation.

Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing Xie Changyan's heart precisely.

"boom!"

The next moment, Jiang Song felt his body being picked up in the air and thrown onto the bed.

Xie Changyan pressed forward, his eyes filled with anger, "You should know the consequences of angering me?!"

Jiang Song smiled sadly, slowly stood up, and tore his dress to pieces, revealing his fair skin. "If that's what you mean..."

Xie Changyan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by astonishment. "What are you doing?"

Jiang Song's eyes were empty and desperate. She smiled sadly and resolutely, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I'll grant you your wish!"

Xie Changyan's face instantly turned ashen. He suddenly grabbed Jiang Song's wrist and said, "Enough! Stop humiliating yourself like this!"

"Are you punishing your husband, or are you punishing yourself?"

He pulled the quilt over Jiang Song and wrapped her tightly in it, holding her in his arms. His tone softened, "I admit defeat."

Jiang Song's body was shaking, and tears were rolling down his eyes like beads that had broken off the string.

"Xie Changyan, I no longer expect you to be sincere to me."

"If you're pestering me like this just to vent your lust, just tell me frankly. I... I can try to accept... being your tool."

"puff!"

When Xie Changyan heard her words, he felt a pang of heartache and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt red.

"Song'er, how could you miss me so much?" He looked miserable, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Is this how I feel in your heart?"

Jiang Song was shocked when he saw him vomiting blood. He didn't care about being angry with him anymore and quickly reached out to help him. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Xie Changyan took her hand and pressed it tightly against his chest. "Something's wrong. It hurts a lot here."

Jiang Song took out the porcelain bottle with his other hand, poured out a Heart Protecting Pill and fed it to Xie Changyan. "Take the pill first. I'll go get Doctor Xue right away."

After Xie Changyan swallowed the pill, he slowly shook his head and said, "No need. I just need to rest for a while. You...you want to accompany me?"

Jiang Song looked at his pale face and pleading eyes, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. He finally nodded, helped him lie down, and sat beside the bed, looking at him quietly.

The room fell into silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of candlelight and the sounds of their breathing.

"Song'er, I'm not here to argue with you tonight. In fact, I'm here to help you suppress the Suzaku Divine Fire."

Jiang Song remained silent.

"I've escaped death, and there's still a great calamity in my life. If I can't get through it safely, I'm afraid you'll be implicated."

As he spoke, Xie Changyan leaned against the edge of the bed, slowly sat up straight, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest.

He flicked his fingertips slightly, and several unlit lights on the bedside suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire room.

In the past, he had reservations and didn't dare let Jiang Song see his secret, but now, he didn't care.

Jiang Song looked at his series of actions in surprise, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.