After the eldest sister-in-law of a fishing family became a widow, her disabled younger brother-in-l

marriage.

Three days later?

Song Jinglan suddenly turned gloomy, reached out and took the note from Feng Ling's hand. The fierceness in his eyes was barely suppressed. Ji Xiang, who was following behind him, shivered involuntarily and felt a chill run down her spine.

This girl Jiang is incredibly bold!

Feng Ling cautiously raised her eyes to observe his expression, and tentatively asked, "Master, may we ask Yueying to take people to stop this marriage?"

"No need."

Song Jinglan's icy voice seemed to drop the temperature in the room several degrees. He gripped the note tightly in his hand, his dark pupils filled with suppressed anger.

"Prepare the horses, I will go myself."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling immediately understood. After bowing slightly, she turned and left, while Ji Xiang seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

He wanted to dissuade his master from staying in the capital, but he knew that under the current circumstances, there was no way to persuade him otherwise.

"Instruct Steward Zhao that preparations for the coronation ceremony can begin."

The sinister look on Song Jinglan's face made Jixiang swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue, and she could only hurriedly reply, "Yes, this servant will take care of it right away."

After saying this, Jixiang hurriedly left, feeling rather helpless.

Four years ago, Steward Zhao had prepared the betrothal gifts and other items to welcome the imperial concubine in accordance with his master's wishes. Who would have thought that Miss Jiang would suddenly play the trick of faking her death?

Now the task of preparing for the empress's investiture has fallen to Steward Zhao. However, compared to the previous investiture of a concubine, the scale of the current empress's investiture must be doubled.

At that time, Jiang Yuyue was unaware that Song Jinglan was already on his way. Now that she finally had some free time at home, she was quite content with spending her days tending to flowers and plants.

Just as she was tending to the branches of the crabapple tree in the courtyard, her maid, Jasmine, hurriedly entered.

Previously, when Jiang Yuyue was known as He Wu, in order to avoid people discovering her identity, she assigned her two maids, Xiao Liu and Mo Li, to work for Madam Jiang. Now that she has regained her identity, it is only natural that the two maids have been arranged to return.

"Miss."

Jasmine hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but held back, but she still handed the envelope to her. "Take a look at this."

Seeing Jasmine's expression, Jiang Yuyue frowned slightly, reached out and took the document, then opened it, revealing a line of familiar words.

"I have important business to discuss in the private room on the second floor of Tongfu Inn."

At first glance, Jiang Yuyue recognized the owner of the handwriting. A hint of impatience flashed across her face. She initially thought of ignoring it, but considering that her wedding was imminent, she worried that if she didn't handle these matters properly, there might be unexpected changes on her wedding day. So she decided to go and see him.

"Go and fetch my veil, and then tell the servant to prepare the carriage."

……

In a private room on the second floor of Tongfu Inn, Pei Jingchuan looked quite anxious.

Even from the second floor, he could hear the guests downstairs discussing Jiang Yuyue, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, and these voices only made him more anxious.

Yesterday, he returned to Jinling, only to suddenly hear the news that Jiang Yuyue had come back to life. Before he could even rejoice, the news that Jiang Yuyue was going to marry the steward's son shocked him even more.

Although there were rumors that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family had lost her memory and had not returned home all these years, Pei Jingchuan knew her personality well. Since her death was a lie, the so-called amnesia must be a fabrication. As for why she married the steward's son, he had a rough guess in his mind.

"Sir, this is a complimentary pot of Pear Blossom White wine from our shop."

The waiter carried a tray and placed a pot of wine in front of him. "Our young lady of the Jiang family will be getting married soon. Each table will be given a pot of wine as a gift, so that everyone can share in the joy!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Jingchuan could only manage a bitter smile.

"Thank you."

After the waiter left, he filled both cups on the table and then sighed deeply.

He has already sent a letter to the Jiang family, but he doesn't know if she... will come.

Pei Jingchuan didn't know how long he had been waiting until the door was gently pushed open. He looked up and saw the figure he knew all too well.

Jiang Yuyue removed her veil and cast a slightly cold glance at him. Pei Jingchuan met her gaze and was momentarily stunned.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for four whole years, time hadn't changed her appearance. Seeing the person he had been longing for standing alive and well in front of him again, Pei Jingchuan could hardly contain his excitement.

"Moon! You're really still alive!"

Pei Jingchuan's words were choked with emotion, while Jiang Yuyue's reaction seemed rather indifferent in comparison.

"Young Master Pei, please have some self-respect."

Jiang Yuyue's expression was unreadable, but the strong sense of estrangement in her words dampened his enthusiasm. "My wedding is imminent, and it is already impolite for me to meet with Young Master Pei here today. If Young Master Pei has anything to say, please speak quickly."

These words caused Pei Jingchuan's expression to pause slightly. Seeing that Jiang Yuyue was still as indifferent to him as ever, a bitter smile crept onto his face.

"I just found out you were still alive and it was hard to believe. I had to see you in person to feel at ease."

Pei Jingchuan gradually calmed down, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry, before he voiced his guess.

"I heard you're going to marry Xiang Suiyuan, the son of Butler Xiang?"

Pei Jingchuan asked with some difficulty, "Your marriage to him must just be a cover-up, right? Was it just to deceive His Majesty...?"

Pei Jingchuan indeed guessed the truth immediately. Jiang Yuyue was not surprised, after all, he was one of the very few people who knew about the entanglement between her and Song Jinglan. Being able to guess this meant that he was not too stupid.

"Yes."

Jiang Yuyue made no attempt to hide anything and readily admitted, "My marriage to Xiang Suiyuan was indeed just a charade."

Upon hearing this, Pei Jingchuan's tone became somewhat urgent again, "If it's all an act, then why choose someone else's son? You clearly know me..."

Meeting Jiang Yuyue's indifferent gaze, Pei Jingchuan could only soften his words, "If you ask me for this favor, I will definitely agree. It's all just an act anyway, and marrying me would make it seem more real. Why would you stoop to..."

"Mr. Pei."

Jiang Yuyue abruptly interrupted him, her eyes unusually calm. "We both know what you're thinking, so there's no need to say it to me now. I know you have feelings for me, but unfortunately, we've never been a good match."