After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Through the dazzling light, Sang Muye saw Yang Xuelian sitting on a stone bench under a tree, with fine tea set on the stone table in front of him.

He held the teacup and drank sips from it. He didn't know how long he had been there or how many refills he had.

The summer breeze blew gently, and Yang Xuelian's gilded snow robe fluttered in the wind. The bright color was as dazzling as the ripples on the lake. He opened his pair of light eyes and looked towards me, his expression hidden in the interlaced light, making it difficult to distinguish his joy or anger.

Sang Muye met his eyes and felt as if there were thorns on his back, and his whole body went cold.

"Why don't you speak?"

Yang Xuelian moved her thin lips, her calm amber eyes were as clear and bright as jade, yet particularly creepy.

Sang Muye swallowed his saliva, but in a flash, his face was full of smiles again, his bright peach blossom eyes were like thousands of broken stars, revealing no clues.

"The hot weather made me feel depressed, so I went out for a walk to relax. Then I felt a lot better," he said with a smile.

After saying that, Sang Muye approached as usual, without any barriers or grudges.

Yang Xuelian just looked at him, with a hint of thought in her eyes, and said in an unfathomable way: "Relax? You are relaxing in the mansions of those officials."

He spoke with a calm and clear voice as if he was joking. After he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea slowly.

Sang Muye's heart was like a raging sea, and it hadn't calmed down for a long time.

Has his uncle figured out all his actions?

But he had obviously been very careful to avoid being seen and heard, to avoid Hei Yao, not wanting to repeat his previous mistakes. But looking at his uncle's expression now, it seemed as if everything was under his control.

Sang Muye's eyes flickered, he was very anxious, but the more anxious he could not be at a time like this.

Perhaps his uncle didn't know anything, but just accidentally saw him entering and leaving the official's residence, so he came to test him suddenly. If he lost his composure at this moment, it would be tantamount to self-destruction.

Sang Muye stared, and soon his mind calmed down. "I stayed in Beilang for quite a while to look for my uncle, and after I came back, I had no time to rest because of many trivial matters. Today I happened to have some free time, so I couldn't help but visit them. They are all uncles who held me in my arms when I was a child. I can go there to relax and have some snacks. Is that okay?"

"Besides, uncle should also know that I am the kind of person who can't sit still and I love being in a lively environment."

As he spoke, he sat down in front of Yang Xuelian with familiarity and asked him for a cup of tea. Every move he made was natural and composed.

Yang Xuelian handed him the water, her amber eyes as calm as ever, and it was unclear whether she believed it or not.

"I'm so thirsty. It's so hot." Sang Muye was so hot that he drank the tea in one gulp.

Yang Xuelian stared at him, perhaps trying to find clues from his face.

Sang Muye drank one glass, then poured another, becoming more calm and composed.

Yang Xuelian stopped looking at him and instead cast his gaze on the servant behind him. He said casually, "You, my follower, look very unfamiliar."

Qi Jiuzhu lowered his head and followed Sang Muye respectfully. He was startled by the sudden question.

His back was wet under the sunlight, and he didn't know if it was because of the heat or fear.

Sang Muye had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were sparkling, like broken stars: "Hei Yao is gone, I won't keep him even if he has a good place to go, but I, the young master of Miaojiang, must have a pleasing person by my side. Although he may look like a stranger, he is loyal. Don't you think my uncle will not allow this?"

At the end of his speech, he pursed his lips, his eyes seemed to show grievance and complaint, but not resentment, just like a pitiful child who was sulking.

"Why wouldn't I agree?" Yang Xuelian retracted his gaze, "Since he is loyal, then I will stay by your side."

He brushed his sleeves, and the oppressive intimidation lingering around him suddenly dissipated, and even the sound of the wind became much softer.

Qi Jiuzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Sang Muye's stiff back relaxed slightly, but his face remained expressionless, still smiling: "Thank you, uncle. Is there anything else that brought you here today?"

Yang Xuelian said calmly, "I was bored and wanted to come and sit with you, but you were not here, so I sat under the shade of the tree and waited. I never thought that you would be so happy to stay here."

Sang Muye scratched his head and smiled guiltily.

Yang Xuelian stroked the rim of the cup and said, "I think about what you said to me a few days ago and it makes sense. As the king of Miaojiang, I really shouldn't ignore the safety of the people because of my own selfish desires. This is absolutely not what a king should do. I feel deeply ashamed."

After he finished speaking, his eyebrows drooped, and his trembling eyelashes blocked the confused light in his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly for a moment.

Hearing this, Sang Muye was slightly surprised for a moment.

How could his uncle, such a stubborn man, suddenly change his mind? Did the sun rise from the west?

But this show of weakness came too quickly, too suddenly, and too strangely.

Sang Muye's eyes sparkled, and he smiled and continued the conversation: "No one is perfect. Who can be without mistakes? Uncle, there is no need to feel ashamed. As long as you can correct your mistakes in the future and have a clear conscience, that's all."

Yang Xuelian raised her eyes and looked at him deeply.

After that, the two talked a lot until they felt the sun was too strong and stuffy, so Yang Xuelian got up and left.

Sang Muye looked at his back as he left and thought a lot.

After a moment, a few complex and intertwined thoughts flashed across his peach blossom eyes, making his eyes seem as deep and vast as the sea.

Perhaps, the game has just begun——

The small courtyard of the villa is in full bloom with flowers, and the swaying branches are reflected on the window paper with the golden light.

The lush branches and flowers are graceful, as if outlined in thick ink, and are magnificent.

It was past noon, the light was dimming, and fragments of light from the outside shone through, making the white jade chessboard crystal clear.

Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu were sitting under the west window playing chess.

The black and white pieces seem to be evenly matched and living in peace, but when the moves start to change, a competitive trend emerges, like a battle without the smoke of gunpowder.

Wen Ranyan was obsessed with Bai Zi, her eyebrows and eyes were immersed in the brilliant light, her skin was white and her face was radiant: "I heard from Qi Jiuzhu that Yang Xuelian seemed to be showing weakness to Sang Muye, and seemed to be extremely ashamed of sending troops to Beilang."

The white piece falls, full of sharpness.

Feng Qiwu looked at the chessboard, twisted the black pieces with his hands, and said casually: "Do you believe this nonsense?"

Seeing that he was hesitant to make a move, Wen Ranyan smiled and said, "Of course I don't believe it. He must have shown weakness because he noticed Sang Muye's unusual behavior, so he wanted to test him in a roundabout way, or use words to shake him and appease him."

"You are really full of tricks." As Feng Qiwu spoke, the black piece in his hand fell.

In an instant, the situation on the chessboard became very treacherous and the confrontation became more and more obvious.

Just like Yang Xuelian and Sang Muye, they seem calm and peaceful at first glance, but inside they are full of weirdness and undercurrents.

"Did Sang Muye believe it?" Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows slightly, with a radiant light flowing in her eyes, as bright as stars and the moon.

Feng Qiwu stared at her eyebrows, his eyes burning: "He shouldn't be stupid, but since Yang Xuelian has noticed something, we have to act quickly."

If we win quickly and decisively, we can return to Beilang sooner.

Only when you return to your own territory can you act recklessly...

Feng Qiwu kept staring at her, his black eyes fluctuating, and in an instant, there was a bit of fiery desire.