After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"If you want to get wet in the rain, I'll get wet with you. If you want to drink, I'll drink for you. I don't care, you just have to follow me!"

Jiang Wanyu gulped down the wine.

By the time Song Qiyan reacted and snatched the wine back from his hand, it had already been drunk.

"Jiang Wanyu, you are crazy!"

There was a fire surging in Song Qiyan's chest, but his hands honestly picked up the fallen umbrella and shielded Jiang Wanyu from the rain.

"I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy! Would Concubine Xian be happy to see you like this? Don't be silly. Concubine Xian's incident back then was not caused by you alone. Concubine Xian must have put in a lot of effort to keep you alive. I feel sorry for Concubine Xian when you're like this."

"pity?"

There was a trace of anger in Song Qiyan's dark eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth contemptuously, and held Jiang Wanyu's hand tightly, holding the umbrella tightly in Jiang Wanyu's hand.

"Jiang Wanyu, what do you, a rich lady who is held in the palm of your hand, know?"

"Who says I don't understand?"

Jiang Wanyu pushed Song Qiyan's hand away, and the umbrella fell again.

In the rain, Jiang Wanyu lowered her eyes and slightly curled up her back, and the sparse raindrops soaked her eyes.

The one who was favored was Jiang Wanyu, not her. Her biological mother in her previous life abandoned her after she was born, and she had never even seen her once. If you really compare them, Concubine Xian at least loved Song Qiyan, but what about her?

Abandoned by mother's love since childhood, he has nothing.

"Song Qiyan, I know you had a problem with me before, but I've already told you that I'm no longer the same person I used to be. Can you please take a closer look at me again?"

"I……"

The words in Song Qiyan's mouth stopped when he saw Jiang Wanyu covered in mud and with a few minor scratches on her hands.

"I was wrong."

Song Qiyan picked up the fallen umbrella and held it up for Jiang Wanyu who was crying.

The raindrops slid down the tilted umbrella and fell behind Jiang Wanyu.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears of the delicate girl. His lips trembled slightly. He felt very uncomfortable in his heart and spoke after a long while.

"Don't cry, I'll go home with you."

"Really?"

Jiang Wanyu wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Song Qiyan with tears in her eyes, afraid that he would bully her again.

"Of course it's true."

Song Qiyan's eyebrows curved, revealing a long-lost smile, and then he bent down and was about to carry Jiang Wanyu on his back, "It's raining, and it's not easy for you to walk in your skirt. I'll carry you back."

"Ok."

The rain gradually got heavier, and Jiang Wanyu couldn't refuse, so she climbed onto Song Qiyan's back, holding the umbrella in her hand, and let Song Qiyan carry her on his back.

He was about to leave, but Jiang Wanyu stopped him.

"Wait, I haven't told your mother yet."

"Ok?"

Jiang Wanyu was making a fuss on Song Qiyyan's back, pointing at Concubine Xian's tombstone.

Only then did Song Qi Yan notice an umbrella hanging in front of the tombstone.

The irises were hidden where there was no rain, and the umbrellas were held tightly against the stones, not blown by the wind.

All of a sudden, his heart relaxed, tears welled up in his calm eyes, he pursed his lips and said.

"Did you let it go?"

"Well, I heard that it was raining on the day Concubine Xian died, so Concubine Xian probably didn't like rainy days. I hope Concubine Xian will never have this sad rain flower in the other world. If there is..."

Jiang Wanyu looked at Song Qiyan who was holding an umbrella, her brows curved and she smiled, "If it rains, I hope that Concubine Xian will have someone to shelter her from the wind and rain."

"That's it..."

I don’t know since when, but Song Qiyan’s eyes couldn’t leave Jiang Wanyu. He just looked at Jiang Wanyu quietly and pursed his lips.

I thought secretly in my heart, Mother, from now on, besides me, there is someone willing to protect you from the wind and rain.

"Let's go."

After saying that, Jiang Wanyu bowed and saluted towards the tombstone of Concubine Xian, and then left with Song Qiyan.

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On the way down the mountain...

"How could you be so reckless and end up covered in mud?"

"That's not to find you."

It seems that when she saw the weather suddenly change, she knew it was going to rain, so she quickened her pace. However, in her haste, she fell into a mud pit.

"That only means you're not very skilled. Look, I didn't get dirty."

Song Qi Yan carried Jiang Wanyu on his back and stepped lightly over small mud puddles.

"Not everyone can fly like you."

"You can learn if you don't know how. I'll teach you."

Song Qi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said lightly.

Jiang Wanyu just felt that he was harming her, so she ignored him and looked at the sky which was gradually clearing up.

"The sky is clear now. Song Qiyan, if you come to see Concubine Xian next time, please ask me to come with you. It will be more lively with more people around, and you won't be so sad."

"Yeah……"

Song Qi Yan just looked at the beam of light that pierced through the dark clouds and reached the earth.

maybe……

-

On this side, Qingxuan watched Qingluan coming down the mountain and asked, "How is it? Does the prince want to leave? If not, let's carry him together."

Qingluan just pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were dull, with a hint of sadness hidden in her eyes, and she didn't reply for a while.

It turned out that just now when she was holding the umbrella she had prepared earlier to look for her prince, she saw Song Qi Yan wiping away Jiang Wanyu's tears with affectionate eyes.

At that time, she had a vague feeling that she was late...

I feel a little unwilling, but I just bury it deep in my heart.

"No need, Miss Jiang will bring the prince down the mountain soon."

"That's great. Miss Jiang is indeed extraordinary to the prince. Now, in addition to Mr. Xu, there is another person who can persuade the prince."

Qingxuan was smiling. Having never been involved in a romantic relationship, he naturally didn't know the sadness in his sister's heart at the moment.

Soon, the dark clouds dispersed, the rain gradually stopped, and Song Qi Yan carried Jiang Wanyu down the mountain.

"My Lord, why is there something wrong with Miss Jiang?"

Qingxuan looked at Jiang Wanyu, who was making a lot of noise on Song Qiyan's back and had a blush on her face, feeling a little puzzled.

"Drunk."

"No way! Song Qiyan, you are lying! I am not drunk! I can still drink eight more bottles of wine, haha!"

Jiang Wanyu was making a fuss on Song Qiyan's back, laughing foolishly and cursing from time to time. Qingxuan just shook his head when he saw her.

Why is Miss Jiang drunk? Wasn't she fine when she went up the mountain?

There was some doubt in his heart, but he changed the topic and asked, "Are you sending Miss Jiang back to the Jiang Mansion?"

"No, let's go back to the Northern Palace. Wanwan has caught a cold. This place is close to the Northern Palace. Send her back to change clothes."

Moreover, if the Jiang family knew about Jiang Wanyu's condition, they would make a scene in front of the Beiwang Mansion again.

Song Qiyan was embarrassed and turned to look at Jiang Wanyu who was making a fuss on his back. He regretted not taking the wine away from her when she drank it.

"Well, I'll go and get the carriage."

Hearing the order, Qingxuan went to lead the carriage, shaking his head and thinking about the word "Wanwan" from the prince's mouth.

Didn’t the prince always call her by her name or Miss Jiang before? Why did he change to calling her Wanwan now?

Why did Miss Jiang and the prince become strange when they went up the mountain?

He kept his head down and didn't dare to think too much, and hurried to pull the carriage.

No matter what, it was better than the time when Jiang Wanyu made a scene at Concubine Xian's grave and got him beaten up by Song Qiyan.

.........