Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

The wind rustles through the branches, and all the birds fall silent.

Wang Xianrong's body trembled slightly, and the last bit of color in her already pale face gradually faded, leaving it grayish-white and lifeless.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain to Cheng Yan, but at this moment, in this situation, she didn't know how to start.

They said she wore it wrong?

Or was it for Xie Qu's sake?

She coughed heavily twice, so hard that her body hunched over, and a chilling, sorrowful feeling filled her entire body.

The maid hurriedly patted her back to help her catch her breath, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her face: "Miss, Miss, are you alright...?"

Wang Xianrong shook her head slightly, looking at the person so close to her, her eyes slowly reddening.

Enough, it seems that saying anything is already wrong, and it's impossible to explain anymore.

Cheng Yan sighed inwardly, unable to bear it any longer, and instructed the maid, "Help your master go back."

Upon hearing this, Granny Jin frowned and disagreed, saying, "My lord, this is the princess's order."

"I will explain to the princess myself," Cheng Yan said decisively. "You shall come with me to see the princess."

Hearing Cheng Yan say this, Granny Jin had no choice but to agree and followed Cheng Yan back to Chunxie Courtyard.

Wang Xianrong knelt on the spot, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring straight at their departing figures. Only after they disappeared from sight did she cover her mouth with a handkerchief and cough again.

Then came another bout of rapid, suppressed coughing. The maid patted her back anxiously to help her catch her breath. When she finally stopped coughing, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she was almost completely exhausted.

The maid helped her up and asked with concern, "Are you alright, young lady?"

Wang Xianrong was still looking in the direction Cheng Yan had left, shaking her head, her fingers tightly gripping her handkerchief, her expression calm and composed, yet also tinged with an empty loneliness.

It was as if he had lost his soul.

Xie Qu died, and Cheng Yan finally got his wish and was with the girl he loved.

The two of them spent every day together, inseparable, making her seem like a joke in comparison.

Seeing this, the maidservant whispered to her, "Miss, I think the Marquis cares about you too..."

“He doesn’t care about me…” Wang Xianrong weakly lowered her eyelids, feeling them sinking lower and lower as if they were dragging her into a dark and cold abyss.

He was only restrained by Xie Qu.

Thinking of this, two clear tears slid down Wang Xianrong's cheeks: "He couldn't tolerate me in the past, and from today onwards, even the princess probably won't tolerate me..."

It seems she can no longer stay in the Marquis of Pingxi's residence.

But if she doesn't stay here, where can she go?

With the world so vast and boundless, where could she possibly go?

Thinking of this, Wang Xianrong felt her vision blurring, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, her body went limp and she fainted.

.

Meanwhile, Cheng Yan took Granny Jin back to Chunxie Courtyard.

When I pushed open the door, I saw that the courtyard was quiet and desolate. The pavilion with the gauze curtains was silent. The wind blew through the crabapple trees, and petals fell one after another. The neglected swing swayed slightly in the wind.

Cheng Yan gestured for Granny Jin to leave, then went into the courtyard to look for the person, eventually finding them on the kang (heated brick bed) in the side hall.

She sat there holding a soft pillow, quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

Although the house was equipped with underfloor heating for winter, she was particularly afraid of the cold in winter, so she built this kang (heated brick bed) in the side hall.

In winter, the fire would burn, and she could drink tea, read books, and sleep in it, keeping herself warm all winter long.

Cheng Yan went over and sat down next to her.

Qin Yizhen turned her head and saw it was him. She was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed his sleeve, leaning closer.

Cheng Yan let her lie down with her head on his lap, gently stroking her loose hair with his fingers. Seeing that she was staring at him with her eyes open and filled with tears, a pang of pain immediately spread through his heart.

It was densely packed, like a giant net, trapping him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He reached out and stroked the corner of her eye and the corner of her eyebrow: "I've already sent Wang Xianrong back."

Qin Yizhen grabbed his hand and stared at him intently: "You feel sorry for her?"

"Why would I feel sorry for her?" Cheng Yan chuckled. "I just feel sorry for you."

"You're in a bad mood right now, punishing her as you please. If she were healthy, I wouldn't care how many hours you add."

But with her physical condition, if she really kneels for an hour, something might happen, and then you'll feel guilty.

Qin Yizhen's mood calmed down a little, but she still felt angry after hearing this: "But she cursed you to die, we can't just let her off like this."

"Curse me? Are you sure?" Cheng Yan touched her ear and pinched her earlobe, explaining, "That white flower she wore was actually for Xie Qu."

Cheng Yan was unwilling to mention Xie Qu and Wang Xianrong's past to others. Knowing about the past would only increase gossip, so why bother?

But these things caused his wife to misunderstand and even feel uneasy, so he wouldn't hide them anymore. He's not stupid, is he?

"Xie Qu?" Qin Yizhen sat up abruptly, frowning as she asked him, "Why is she wearing a white flower for Xie Qu?"

It should be noted that women wear mourning clothes mostly because their parents, grandparents, or husbands have died and they have become widows.

Xie Qu and Wang Xianrong were not related by blood, so it's really hard to believe that Wang Xianrong was wearing mourning clothes for him!

Cheng Yan then pressed her back down, carefully combed her hair, and told her about the past between Xie Qu and Wang Xianrong.

"I only learned a few days ago that before Xie Qu left Qindu, he and Wang Xianrong were in love. However, because the Wang and Xie families wanted to avoid suspicion, their marriage did not happen and they parted ways."

"Xie Qu left the Xie family because of her. He thought that since he was not a member of the Xie family, he would not have these concerns. He thought that once he made a name for himself, he could go to the Wang family to ask for her hand in marriage."

When Cheng Yan got to this point, he shook his head slightly: "But he probably didn't expect that Wang Xianrong wouldn't wait for his thoughts and would turn around and chase after me."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yizhen suddenly sat up again: "No, no, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Wasn't Aunt Wang deeply in love with you? She chased after you for two years, and even after you married me, she threatened to kill herself, yet she still willingly became your concubine? And you're telling me she had Xie Qu before you?"

Qin Yizhen found it absurd and couldn't understand it at all.

"Is her infatuation with you real or fake? Or is she lying to me?"

As Qin Yizhen spoke, she bit her lip slightly, a hint of anger in her eyes.

The reason she agreed to let Wang Xianrong stay was simply because of Wang Xianrong's 'devotion' to Cheng Yan. If this 'devotion' was fake, wouldn't she be deceiving her?

"Wang Xianrong, you're really something! You're quite skilled!"