Yi Yangen stayed with Xie Jiang until after lunch before leaving.
Xie Jiang was supposed to be working in the study, but she couldn't. She lay on the couch for a long time, unable to recover.
Men's thoughts were too unfathomable.
Sweet words and gentle persuasion were met with a cold laugh from him.
The sweeter the words she spoke, the more eager she was to get rid of him.
She had stayed in Ninghe for several months and hadn't complained about seeing Xu Hengyan every time she looked up. Now that she was finally back in the capital, he wanted to spend a day with her, and she found him an eyesore!
Yi Yangen left in a huff, his sleeves flicking.
However, after only a few steps, he turned back, as if he had thought of something.
Xie Jiang thought he had realized he shouldn't have thrown a tantrum.
It was good that he recognized his mistake in time. She wasn't petty and wouldn't get angry with her own man. Which man didn't have his little quirks?
Who told him that everything about him was to her liking?
She'd indulge him.
To her surprise, he only came back to watch her finish her medicine. After glaring at her fiercely, he left again, his sleeves flicking.
Hey? Hey? Hey—
Yi Yangen ignored her feigned calls and left the Nanhai Marquis's mansion without looking back.
"He's leaving just like that? He's really leaving?"
"This man, why is he so short-tempered? What did I say? When did I say he was an eyesore? What kind of comprehension does he have?"
Only after she could no longer see Yi Yangen's receding figure did Xie Jiang turn to look at Aunt He and Yueyue, her forehead covered with doubt about life.
"I just advised him that it's important to attend to business and not spend too much time with me. Even if he doesn't appreciate my thoughtfulness, does he really need to be so angry?"
Did he think her patient sweet talk was malicious?
But she couldn't just ignore him; otherwise, he would accuse her of being cold and heartless, of abandoning him after getting what she wanted, and put on a show of being heartbroken.
It wouldn't work to coax him with sweet talk, and it wouldn't work to ignore him either. Why was this man so difficult to deal with?
Aunt He said, "Young Master Yi is a bit clingy. It's not clingy, Young Master Yi is a bit attached to you, isn't that normal? Who isn't attached to Young Master?"
Young Master Su Yang had been lingering outside Fuyun Xuan all day. If he hadn't been afraid of Young Master and dared not force his way in, Young Master Su Yang would have wanted to stick to Young Master's leg and never let go.
"I'm not stopping him from being clingy. Didn't I tell him he could come over anytime at night?"
Xie Jiang felt she was being very reasonable. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Xu Hengyan was not in the capital, and she had no other targets. Outside of work, she gave all her time to Yi Yangen.
Aunt He also felt that Young Master Yi was somewhat ungrateful.
He had a quick temper.
But who told Young Master to like him?
Young Master Su Yang would definitely be as docile as a little white rabbit in front of Young Master, but did Young Master even bother to pay attention to him?
Xie Jiang felt as if she had been drained of her essence by a demon. She went back to her room and slept for an hour before getting up. This time, her dreams were only of Yi Yangen.
The study was very quiet. Xie Jiang sat behind the desk, deep in thought, and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing this, Tian Kangtai did not disturb her. He entered, bowed silently, and then stood there waiting quietly.
After a long while, Xie Jiang finally spoke, "Regarding the massacre of the Qian family in the southeast, I remember we investigated it before. It seems there were no results?"
"Yes."
"What about Da Yu?"
"It's a coincidence, but the person Da Yu sent to investigate the Qian family massacre was Young Master Yi."
"Yi Yangen?" He was in the southeast two years ago? What a coincidence.
She remembered when they first met at the foot of Hexian Mountain, his companions had shouted that she was unfaithful and heartless, that she had stabbed him in the heart and run away.
Counting the days, it seemed quite possible.
But this thought flashed by. She wasn't interested in his past.
"It is said that the murderer of the Qian family was never caught. Everyone assumed it was an enemy of the Qian family, but no one knew which enemy it was that acted so decisively."
If it wasn't an enemy, they wouldn't have been so ruthless.
The Qian family mansion had become a haunted house, and no one dared to live in it even if it were given away for free.
"Continue investigating the massacre of the Qian family."
Previously, she had only suspected that Song Er's death might be related to the Qian family.
Now, based on the bits and pieces she recalled, she could almost confirm that her initial deduction was correct.
Logically, the one who massacred the entire Qian family should have been her.
But she hadn't had a chance to act yet. Who had gotten ahead of her and bloodied the Qian family?
Tian Kangtai thought for a moment and said, "Could it be Young Master Song?"
Since Young Master Song was Young Master's elder brother, he couldn't have only one side of purity and elegance.
Young Master Song's situation in the capital was difficult. His transcendent and gentle demeanor should only be to deceive people. In secret, he should have his own power.
Xie Jiang pondered, "Logically, he is the most likely candidate, but the Qian family died so tragically. It shouldn't be, and it doesn't seem like his style of doing things."
Perhaps you don't know Young Master Song well enough? However, Tian Kangtai did not voice this thought.
"Investigate further."
She had a premonition that the tragic case of the Qian family was closely related to her.
"Yes."
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The next morning, Xie Jiang had recovered from her fever.
Aunt He was overjoyed and immediately asked Yan'er to invite Lou Yi'an to check Young Master's pulse.
"Young Master slept soundly last night, so it shouldn't relapse."
While washing up, Xie Jiang recalled that she hadn't dreamed of anything last night either.
This was as expected.
After all, it was just residual memories, and only a tiny bit was left. Dreaming of it twice was about enough.
Looking at the empty bed, Xie Jiang asked Aunt He, "Yi Yangen didn't come last night?"
He had said he would come at night after he finished his work. She had waited for a while and then fallen asleep.
"No."
"He's really angry."
"Men like to make a fuss. You shouldn't spoil him too much."
After breakfast, Xie Jiang was discussing matters with He Zhifei in the study when Nie Tong came to report that several old gentlemen had arrived.
Let them come.
The old gentlemen often accompanied Old Duke Qin to visit and freeload meals. They had long regarded the Nanhai Marquis's mansion as their own.
Xie Jiang had only been living there for two days before she was thrown into prison. She herself was less familiar with the Nanhai Marquis's mansion than the old gentlemen.
Xie Jiang did not intend to go out to entertain guests. What guests were these old gentlemen? She waved her hand, signaling He Zhifei to continue.
Nie Tong quickly said, "Duke Qian said he has something to discuss with Young Master."
He Zhifei said, "Young Master, please continue with your business."
After saying that, he tidied up and left with a pile of letters and documents.
The Nanhai Marquis's mansion was large with many courtyards. Lou Yi'an chose a secluded spot for himself, convenient for him to prepare medicine and refine poisons.
Old Duke Qin went to Lou Yi'an's courtyard as usual for his treatment, while Duke Qian and Marquis Yongxin were drinking tea on the terrace of Yilan Pavilion.
Seeing Xie Jiang approach, Duke Qian looked her up and down. "I heard you were ill?"
Xie Jiang walked over. "I caught a slight cold. I took two doses of medicine and have already recovered."
Duke Qian nodded. "With Doctor Lou here, a slight cold is certainly not a problem."
Marquis Yongxin said, "Your body is too weak, like a young girl's."
Xie Jiang gave him a dismissive glare. "I heard you two old gentlemen were looking for me?"
Duke Qian and Marquis Yongxin looked at her with strange expressions.