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Chapter 36: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (4)

The old woman's originally kind eyes turned chillingly cold. She snorted, "I've seen plenty of women like this. They think they can climb the social ladder just because they have some looks."

Ji Rong clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Even now, you still refuse to believe in her kindness. Fine, that so-called fiancée, let her come in if you want, I won't care at all. Once she's in the house, I'll marry Ning Xi immediately."

He turned and left

The old woman's hands trembled with anger, her eyes filled with cloudy tears. She choked out to someone, "Grandpa, why can't this child see that woman's true colors..."

Song Zhishu sat by the window, head in her hands, lost in thought. The person she had longed for for over a decade was suddenly going to marry her; she was overjoyed to the point of being at a loss for words. Yu'er, seeing her young mistress, couldn't help but smile, bringing in tea and teasingly asking, "What's wrong? So happy to be getting married?"

"Heh." Song Zhishu chuckled softly, her slender white fingers picking up the teacup steaming with white smoke, her gaze following the faint wisps of smoke.

She was naturally overjoyed, overjoyed beyond words. But how could someone as intelligent as her not know how deep the waters ran? Ji Rong was young and impetuous, and he must have a woman he admired—it must be that girl.

Song Zhishu's eyes, which had been overflowing with tenderness, gradually turned cold. She couldn't figure out that girl; after all, she had never met her. She warmed her hands, looking outside at the festive lanterns, the sky ablaze with red light.

No matter what, she would marry him. Her eyes, which had been filled with tenderness, now held a hint of obsession. Song Zhishu's smile widened as she gently stroked the cup in her hand.

Yes, no matter what, she would cling to him for the rest of her life. On the day of the wedding, although the Song family was very festive, the Ji family was completely silent, showing no signs of a wedding, and not a single person came to fetch the bride.

Song Zhishu, however, didn't care. She gently combed her long hair, looked at the woman in the mirror whose features were full of charm, and smiled slightly. The woman in the mirror also arched her eyebrows, her almond-shaped eyes became crescent moons, her red lips were lightly pursed, and her loose hair made her lips and teeth look even whiter.

She's getting married.

It's the person I love most.

Under the gloating gazes of everyone, Song Zhishu leisurely boarded the bridal sedan chair, no longer the cautious and timid person she once was. She simply smiled tenderly, her eyes filled with affection for that person for a lifetime.

Along the way, Song Zhishu had grown accustomed to the ridicule of others.

"Climbing to the top to become a phoenix," "Don't you even look at yourself?" She just smiled faintly, her heart unmoved.

Her gaze fell on the flowers she couldn't name embroidered on her body, then she slowly lifted the curtain, only to find herself surrounded by a dense crowd. There were no blessings, though; perhaps more eggs were being thrown at her.

Song Zhishu gave a self-deprecating smile and stopped bothering with these people. She simply stretched out her palm and looked at the crabapple seed lying quietly on it.

She had already planted the crabapple blossoms that Ji Rong had given her. She had bought them herself. Wasn't he the one who loved crabapple blossoms the most? He would be very happy, wouldn't he? Thinking of this, Song Zhishu smiled warmly.

The Ji family wouldn't completely disregard her; at least they opened the door. She took Yu'er's hand and stepped out of the sedan chair. Feeling the man's cold gaze, she tremblingly raised her eyelashes and saw that tall, slender figure.

In that instant, it all seemed to vanish. Song Zhishu stared blankly at the man in wedding attire. His cold, handsome face remained unchanged, and though expressionless, it was still captivating. His sharp gaze did not make Song Zhishu look away; ignoring the crowd's attempts to stop her, she walked towards him step by step.

Ji Rong was surprised. His dark pupils reflected the woman's smile, which seemed to have found salvation. Her eyes were filled with obvious love. She held the crabapple seed in her hands as if it were a precious treasure, tilted her head, revealed a soft smile, and said gently, "Crabapple seed..."

A gust of wind rose, lifting her heavy clothes and causing her long hair to dance in the wind. She was both wild and unruly, yet gentle and charming. Ji Rong stared blankly at her red lips and uttered each word: "I brought it."