When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

The Xie Mansion is very spacious. After all, it is a family related by marriage to the royal family and has received the emperor's grace for generations. Naturally, the scale and grandeur of the mansion are extraordinary.

Even though no one from the Xie family serves in the court now and their fortunes have declined slightly, they are still a prominent existence in the imperial capital that is difficult for ordinary families to achieve.

Jiang Song was led by Xiuyun and Xi Po, passing through corridors and courtyards, and finally arrived at the courtyard where she and Xie Changyan lived.

"Miss, sit here." After Xiuyun helped Jiang Song to sit on the bed, she followed the matchmaker who came with her out of the bridal chamber.

As the door slowly closed, the footsteps of the people outside gradually faded away, leaving only Jiang Song, wearing a red veil, sitting upright in the room.

Jiang Song was a little puzzled.

Xie Changyan is so sick, does he still have to go to the front hall to greet guests?

Oh, the rules of this wealthy family are so complicated!

She gently lifted a corner of her red veil and looked around. The room was elegantly and simply decorated, but there was no festive atmosphere at all.

The light gauze dances gracefully, the bed is made of fragrant wood, and the brocade quilt is lightly covered.

There is a blue and white porcelain vase in the corner, with a few plum blossoms in bud.

An exquisite copper incense burner with wisps of smoke rising from it.

If you were to force yourself to find an element related to festivity, perhaps the only ones would be the two pairs of red candles with big "happiness" characters on the table.

Jiang Song felt calm, she just wanted to survive in this world first. As for being treated so poorly by the Xie family, she could understand it.

After all, from the Xie family's point of view, it was the Jiang family who broke off the engagement first, and the Xie family had done their utmost to reluctantly accept her as a concubine's daughter in marriage, so there was no need to worry too much about how the wedding was organized.

She covered her head with the red veil again, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and let her thoughts drift.

Some time ago, when Jiang Song was still in the Anding Marquis Mansion, he heard the servants talking behind his back, saying that Xie Changyan was kidnapped by a kidnapper when he was five years old and was not found until fifteen years later.

From then on, he never uttered a word, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face. He seemed to have been possessed by another body, with only a body but no soul.

Some speculated that he was frightened silly, some said he lost his mind due to torture by the criminals, and some even said he was possessed by evil spirits.

Moreover, his health was gradually failing, as if the fifteen years of wandering had drained his vitality.

Although the Xie family sought out famous doctors and tried various rare medicinal herbs, his condition did not improve.

The rumor that Xie Changyan would soon die was no longer a secret in the imperial capital.

His elder sister Jiang Jun, who was engaged to him, was strong-willed by nature. When she learned that she was going to marry such a man, she was naturally unwilling in every way and resolutely broke off the engagement.

Jiang Jun's goal is to be admitted to Fengwu Academy and win the first prize, so that she can have a good reputation and marry Mu Yunlan, the number one young master in Shengjing. Then she will have more confidence than those noble ladies.

Mu Yunlan is the second legitimate son of the Ningguo Mansion. He is both talented in civil and military affairs and has an elegant demeanor. He is the dream husband of the noble ladies in the imperial capital.

When he was young, he was diagnosed with the spiritual roots for cultivation and was sent to the most prestigious cultivation school in Taixi territory - Lingxiao Sect, to become the key training target within the sect.

His fame was so great that it almost overshadowed all the talented people of the same age in the imperial capital.

Regardless of family background or personal talent, Jiang Jun's desire to marry a gifted child like Mu Yunlan can be described as "wishful thinking".

In fact, Jiang Song didn't care how the relationship between Jiang Jun and Mu Yunlan would develop. No matter what, Jiang Jun had her mistress Du Shulan to plan for her.

As a little concubine's daughter with no one to rely on, she should be thankful to God that she can live well.

It was late at night and the bridal chamber was completely quiet, with only the occasional crackling of burning red candles.

Jiang Song moved slightly, trying to make himself sit more comfortably.

After a whole day of getting married, Jiang Song felt a little sleepy, but she forced herself not to fall asleep.

She thought that maybe Xie Changyan would be back soon, and it would not be good if she dozed off while sitting.

Finally, after a long wait, the door was pushed open with a creak.

Jiang Song nervously twisted the handkerchief in his hand, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

She raised her head slightly, trying to see the person clearly through the gap in the red veil.

However, the person who came in was not Xie Changyan, but her maid Xiuyun.

Xiuyun was holding a tray with two wedding cakes and a pot of hot tea on it.

"Miss, it's late. You should eat something to fill your stomach first." Xiuyun put the tray on the table, then walked to Jiang Song and gently helped her up.

Jiang Songyou took the wedding cake handed to him by Xiuyun and took a bite. It was sweet but not greasy and tasted pretty good.

She took a few sips of hot tea and felt much warmer.

"Xiuyun, where is Young Master Xie?" Jiang Song put down his teacup and asked.

Xiuyun shook her head. "Miss, the eldest master wasn't at the wedding banquet, and I don't know where he is right now. He might be feeling unwell, so he's gone back to his room to rest."

Jiang Song's heart sank slightly, but then he felt relieved.

Xie Changyan was in poor health, and she had done her best to attend the wedding. She did not expect anyone to perform the Zhougong ceremony with her.

"Xiuyun, you should go and rest too." Jiang Song said to Xiuyun, "You don't have to keep watch tonight."

Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, but seeing Jiang Song's firm attitude, she had no choice but to agree, "Yes, Miss. I will be guarding outside. You can call me anytime if you need anything."

After Xiuyun left, Jiang Song took out the silver bills and jewelry from his pocket. These were the savings left by the original owner and her mother. Although not much, they could allow her to deal with some emergencies.

She counted all the belongings one by one and prepared to find a safe place in the room to keep them properly.

The first thing Jiang Song saw was an exquisite wooden box at the head of the bed.

She walked over and gently opened the wooden box. Inside were a dozen letters, unsigned and unopened.

Even though she was curious, Jiang Song always valued privacy and she had no intention of reading these letters without permission.

She put the letter back where it belonged, closed the wooden box, and looked for another place to store her belongings.

In another corner of the room, Jiang Song discovered a secret compartment hidden in the corner of the wall.

She carefully opened the secret compartment and found a book inside. It was covered with dust and the title could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Song gently brushed away the dust, revealing the three words "Xisui Jing" engraved on the spine of the book.

Could it be a medical book?

Jiang Song was confused and immediately opened the book.

But she soon discovered that this was not a medical book, but a secret manual of cultivation.

The book is illustrated with text and pictures, and explains in detail how to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, how to guide the spiritual energy into the body, and how to cultivate spiritual veins and improve cultivation.

In his previous life, Jiang Song liked to read fantasy novels, so he was not unfamiliar with concepts like cultivation.

She suddenly realized that she might have really traveled to a fantasy world.

Jiang Song had only been in the Taixi Empire for half a month and had been trapped in Anding Hou all day long. He knew very little about this world and only knew some sporadic information from the original owner's memory.

She only knew that this was a place similar to the ancient feudal society. This country advocated martial arts and cultivating immortals, but most people were ordinary people who could not practice and could only rely on martial arts to strengthen their bodies.

Those who can cultivate spiritual veins are all gifted. Not only are they powerful, they also possess extraordinary abilities. They are respected by the world as immortal cultivators.

The Fengwu Academy that Jiang Jun had been thinking about all day long was the martial arts academy exclusively for women in Taixi Country, specializing in cultivating martial arts prodigies and immortal cultivation talents.

Of course, most of the immortal cultivation sects are detached from the world, hidden among famous mountains and rivers, and do not easily get involved in the mundane world.

Those immortal disciples who are fortunate enough to be selected will not stay in Fengwu Academy in the end, but will be sent to various major immortal sects for further study. From then on, they will embark on the path of immortal cultivation and become people admired by the world.

However, for Jiang Song, these were once just distant and vague concepts.

It was not until this moment, when the "Washing Marrow Sutra" appeared in her hand, that she guessed that there might be another unknown side to this world.

However, this book looks very old and has been stored here for quite some time. I don't know who hid it here.

Jiang Song flipped through the book carelessly until he reached the last page and found a line of small words written on it:

"To cultivate this skill, one must first forget one's original cultivation, destroy it and then rebuild it, only then can one reshape the spiritual veins, otherwise it will backfire on one's body, so be careful."