When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

The world is so big, how many talented people are there?

Why is it that in the eyes of Du Shulan and Jiang Jun, Jiang Song is considered "restless", "stealing the limelight", or even "threatening" if she is a little outstanding?

Jiang Song smiled bitterly in his heart.

She never thought of competing with anyone for anything, and she went along obediently even when they forced her to marry.

Logically speaking, after marrying into the Xie family, she no longer threatens Jiang Jun's position. Why are they still unwilling to let her go?

Is it because of her status as a concubine's daughter that she naturally does not deserve a better life than a legitimate daughter?

So, no matter how hard she works or how outstanding she is, she is destined to be trampled underfoot and never be able to stand up again?

But why?

Jiang Song refuses to accept her fate!

The lives of the original owner and Cui Yunniang, the assassination attempt he had faced, and the humiliation he had endured along the way...

She, Jiang Song, will definitely take revenge on this mother and daughter one by one!

The carriage was moving slowly on the busy street, and the scenery outside the window changed with the movement of the carriage.

Jiang Song sat upright in the carriage, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

"Selling glutinous rice cakes! Hot, soft, sweet glutinous rice cakes, come and try them!"

A loud shout suddenly came from outside the car window, breaking Jiang Song's thoughts.

She lifted the car window curtain slightly and looked out. She saw a peddler in coarse clothes standing on the street corner, holding a small flag and shouting hard.

In front of him was a small wooden stall filled with plump white glutinous rice balls, emitting an enticing aroma.

Jiang Song's gaze lingered on the glutinous rice balls for a moment. She suddenly remembered that Xie Ruyi and Xie Ankang came to Jiang's house with her and probably hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Stop the car." Jiang Song ordered softly.

The driver stopped the carriage by the roadside as instructed. Jiang Song slowly got off the carriage and came to the stall selling glutinous rice balls.

"Girl, would you like some glutinous rice cake? I guarantee you'll want more after you've tried it!" the vendor greeted enthusiastically.

Jiang Song smiled slightly and nodded, "Give me four pieces."

"Okay!" The vendor's face lit up with joy. He quickly wrapped four pieces of glutinous rice cakes in oil paper and handed them to Jiang Song. "Here, young lady. It's eight cents in total."

Jiang Song paid the money, took the glutinous rice cake, said thank you with a smile, and turned back to the carriage.

She lifted the curtain of the carriage window and handed two pieces of glutinous rice cakes to Xie Ruyi and Xie Ankang who were riding on their horses, and handed another piece to the driver in front of the carriage. "This is for you, try it."

"Thank you, Madam." Xie Ruyi took the glutinous rice cake first, took a bite, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Mm, it's really delicious!"

Xie Ankang also took the glutinous rice cake. Although his face was still stern, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes. "Thank you, Madam."

The coachman also took the glutinous rice cake with gratitude, "Thank you, Madam."

Jiang Song shook his head slightly. "They're just some snacks, not worth mentioning. If you like them, I'll bring them to you next time."

As she said this, she withdrew her hand, put the last piece of glutinous rice cake into her mouth, and took a light bite.

The soft and sticky glutinous rice skin wrapped the sweet filling, with a rich and wonderful taste. Jiang Song couldn't help but reveal a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The taste of this glutinous rice cake was surprisingly similar to a snack she had eaten in modern times in her previous life, which made her feel a little nostalgic.

"Young Madam, the young master's illness relapsed last night. He didn't let me tell you, but I think you should know." Xie Ruyi hesitated for a moment, and finally told it.

Jiang Song's heart tightened when he heard this, "What happened to him? How is he doing now?"

"Young Master..." Xie Ruyi paused, as if choosing his words, "He coughed badly last night and even vomited blood. Although he managed to suppress it this morning, his complexion is still very pale."

Jiang Song's face turned pale in an instant. She tightly grasped the glutinous rice cake in her hand and no longer had any appetite.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It was the young master's order. He didn't want you to worry." Xie Ruyi lowered her eyes, looking a little helpless.

"Uncle, drive the horse faster." Jiang Song turned and said to the coachman.

Upon hearing this, the coachman whipped the horse and the carriage immediately sped up and galloped towards the Xie family.

Jiang Song's heart was in a knot. She knew that Xie Changyan's health had always been poor, but she had never expected it to be so serious.

Vomiting blood, is that a trivial matter?

Although she had been married into the Xie family for a short time, if anything happened to Xie Changyan and they had no children, she would no longer have a place in the Xie family.

What's more, after spending some time together, she had a deeper understanding of Xie Changyan's character. Although he was sickly, he was a gentle and kind person, and he took good care of her.

It is reasonable for her to hope that he can live well.

The carriage stopped in front of the Xie family's door. Jiang Song couldn't wait to get off and walked quickly towards Yunyin Pavilion.

As she walked, she asked, "Ruyi, did Divine Doctor Xue come to examine my husband yesterday? What did he say?"

Xie Ruyi followed closely behind Jiang Song. "Divine Doctor Xue came last night. He gave the young master acupuncture and left a new prescription. He said that the young master's illness this time was very severe and he needed to rest and not be stimulated by anything else."

Jiang Song's pace became more hurried. "Does he know about my husband vomiting blood?"

"I know. The miracle doctor saw the young master vomiting blood, so he specially adjusted the prescription and told him to let the young master rest and recuperate."

Soon, she arrived at Xie Changyan's door, only to see that it was tightly closed and faint rustling sounds could be heard from inside.

When I pushed the door open, I saw Xie Changyan sitting at a rosewood table, wearing a moon-white cloak, holding a book in his hand, and his face was as pale as paper.

He was still wearing pajamas under his cloak, and he had obviously gotten up in a hurry after hearing the noise outside.

"You're back." Xie Changyan looked up and saw Jiang Song, forcing a smile on his face. "Did everything go well at the Jiang family today?"

Jiang Song's heart ached, and he stepped forward to snatch the book from his hand, "You're so sick, and you still have the mind to read?"

Xie Changyan was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "It's okay, I have nothing to do anyway."

"If you have nothing to do, take more rest. I don't want to become a widow so soon after getting married." Jiang Song turned his head away and muttered in pretended anger.

"Ruyi, you're the only one who talks too much!" Xie Changyan scolded Xie Ruyi lightly, then turned to Jiang Song and said gently, "Song'er, don't listen to his nonsense. I'm fine."

Jiang Song ignored him and walked straight to the bed. He placed the book in his hand on the bedside, then turned around and poured a cup of hot tea, handing it to Xie Changyan. "Drink some tea first to warm yourself up."

Xie Changyan took the teacup and took a sip. "Song'er, did you encounter any trouble when you went to the Jiang family today?"

"What kind of trouble could it be? It's just some trivial matters."

"If that's the case, then that's good." Xie Changyan said softly, gently putting down the teacup. "Song'er, I'm tired. I want to rest for a while."

"Okay, you can rest in peace, I won't disturb you." Jiang Song said softly, stood up and walked to the window, gently pulled the curtains to block the dazzling sunlight outside.

She turned back to the bed, tucked in the quilt for Xie Changyan, and made sure he could lie down comfortably.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she were caring for a fragile porcelain doll.

Xie Changyan lay on the bed and took Jiang Song's hand, "Song'er, come up and lie down with me for a while. I'm a little cold."

Seeing this, Xie Ruyi raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his lips, quietly left the room and gently closed the door.

Jiang Song hesitated for a moment, but finally climbed onto the bed as he was told and lay down next to Xie Changyan.

His body temperature seemed to be much lower than usual. Jiang Song couldn't help but feel a little worried. She leaned closer to Xie Changyan, trying to warm him with her body temperature.

Xie Changyan felt Jiang Song approaching. He turned his head and smiled slightly, "Song'er, if you do this, I can't help it."

There was a barely perceptible hum in his clear voice that seemed to tickle the eardrums.

Jiang Song's cheeks felt slightly hot, and she spat softly, "You're already so sick, why are you still thinking about this?"

Xie Changyan chuckled and said nothing more. He hugged Jiang Song's soft body and slowly fell asleep.

The Sunlight Gathering Wheel was inside her body, and he only felt like a truly alive person when he stayed by Jiang Song's side.

After a long time, Xie Changyan's breathing gradually stabilized and his complexion seemed to have improved.