After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Ten days.

In ten days, he will marry her.

Xie Yunji still remembers the scene when he first met Song Nihuan.

What he hated most was Xie Tan's look of not caring about anything, which made him feel annoyed for no reason.

Xie Tan, who was usually indifferent, was now free and unrestrained in front of the girl.

He told her about his brother's difficulties with him. At that time, Song Nihuan's eyes were sparkling, and her graceful figure seemed to be glowing in the morning light. She thought for a moment and said to Xie Tan, "If your brother is upright and honest in the eyes of others, but he makes things difficult for you, then... does he have any difficulties?"

"He felt that his mother committed suicide because of my mother," said Xie Tan.

"That's it. He has nowhere to vent his depression, and you are not as depressed as he is." She tidied Xie Tan's temples. "Don't worry, I will be with you in the future. I won't let anyone bully you. How about this, you call your brother over, and I will talk to him properly?"

Xie Tan couldn't hide the smile on his face. It was a smile of satisfaction, and no other gains or losses could affect him.

Xie Yunji's face turned cold. The cold jealousy at that time made his whole body ache. Why could Xie Tan still feel love again?

Why can someone be his confidant?

Why does she care about him?

What if there was someone like this who could comfort him like he comforted Xie Tan?

Thoughts came back to him bit by bit, and Xie Yunji faced the sun. The golden light cast a thin layer of gold on his handsome outline, making it warm and soft.

He looked at the festive scene of Xie's house decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, a trace of relief appeared on his eyebrows and he breathed a long sigh of relief...

Xie Tan’s life or death is now uncertain.

The sweet flower of that year became a bird in his cage.

A wife's status depends on her husband, and he changed her life, which made up for the bias caused by his mistakes in his youth.

He has been promoted to Hanlin Academy in no more than three years, and can be promoted to Hanlin Bachelor. If the Sixth Prince gains power, he can work hard for the position of Crown Prince's Junior Tutor, and then go to the Ministry of Rites, and entering the cabinet will be a piece of cake.

By then, she will definitely be granted an imperial decree.

Even if she knew everything then, she could still forgive him, right?

In fact, he was very happy that she had taken the initiative to show her affection and hug him a few days ago. Before that, he had been wondering how Mrs. Wei had taught her. Was she overcorrecting? How did she teach her to be so dignified, virtuous, honest and stiff? She had the dignity of a lady, but lacked the tenderness and care of a young girl.

He originally hated this the most. Husbands and wives should live in love and affection, and being dignified is for others to see. It was great that she could open her heart to him.

Thinking of this, he walked to the upper room where Master Xie was.

He pushed the door open and saw his father sitting in front of his desk in a daze. Following his father's gaze, he saw a portrait of a woman on the desk.

The woman's expression was as cold as ice and snow, her figure was thin and frail, her back was slightly hunched, and she seemed to have walked out of a painting of a lady.

His mother was not like that.

This is Xie Tan’s mother, Lan Jia.

Why, when his son is about to get married, instead of thinking about his first wife, he thinks about his mistress?

Is this because he regrets not marrying his mistress and welcoming her home in a proper manner with the three books and six ceremonies?

The raised gilded threads on the handle of the folding fan in his sleeve almost penetrated into the flesh of his palm.

Xie Yunji hid the frost and snow in his eyes, and the storm in his heart was forced to be suppressed. Now, as long as he wanted, he could make anyone feel like spring breeze.

He called softly and tenderly, "Father."

Mr. Xie didn't say anything. He put the tip of his brush into the inkstone and licked the ink. Then he used the fine Hu brush to carefully write the word "Xingting" on the rice paper.

This was his twentieth painting. It had been nearly twenty-one years since Jia Niang passed away, and he had painted one almost every year to express his grief.

Now that Xie Tan has passed away, there is no longer any flesh and blood of Jia Niang in this world. Only he still misses her and still wants to leave any trace of her.

I wonder how these paintings will be treated a hundred years later? Will there still be people who continue to pay tribute to Jia Niang?

Mr. Xie raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Yunji who was waiting quietly on the side.

He knew he was coming, but he didn't want to be distracted. Painting requires the unity of mind and body.

Xie Yunji was also used to this kind of waiting, so he just stood aside and didn't disturb them too much, with his usual gentleness and indifference between his eyebrows.

After he put down his pen and put away his momentum, after a while, Mr. Xie asked, "Is everything ready for the wedding ceremony?"

"Father, everything is settled." Xie Yunji replied, "I came here to thank you."

"no need thank me?"

Xie Yunji raised his eyes and looked at him, saying, "No one else understands why I am determined to marry Madam Jiang. I think only father understands best."

"Father and Miss Lan." he said.

Mr. Xie was stunned. After a moment, he hid his sleeves and wiped his tears: "They all refused to let me marry her... In my heart, she is the only one who is my wife!"

"Okay, okay, Zi Che, you have really grown up now and can understand the difficulties of being a father." Mr. Xie was filled with emotion, hiding his heavy suffering and turning it into compensation for his son, "How can I let you suffer the difficulties that your father has suffered? You follow me, and I am the most affectionate. You and Madam Jiang can live in harmony, and your father is happy to see it."

"Unlike my father, who sighs and walks alone when he feels happy... I feel so lonely with no one to talk to."

Xie Yunji lowered his head, his heart trembling as his father spoke. His chest seemed empty and he felt cold all over.

He didn't want to see the hateful face that was reminiscing about his lost lover, so he said in a deep voice, "Thank you, father. I will leave first."

He catered to her preferences just to ensure a smooth married life for Song Nihuan.

But he had to admit that when he heard his father express his love and regret for that girl with his own ears, he felt so angry that his heart almost bled!

I had thought that my mother would be able to leave a trace of memory in this man's heart, but now it seems like a pipe dream!

The morning mist dissipated, and a figure walked out from the corner tower. She was graceful and beautiful, and leaned forward in the cool morning breeze.

"Is that the young master over there at the waterside pavilion?" Song Nihuan asked Linglong.

Linglong reminded, "Yes, I guess the young master just came out of the master's upper room. The wedding is in ten days, and it is not in accordance with the rules for my cousin to go and see him now."

Yes, the wedding is in ten days. According to local customs, the bride has to hide herself, but for some reason, she felt very nervous when she thought about not seeing Xie Yunji for so many days.

I guess all this seems too unreal.

The dowry given by the Jiang family was very small. Apart from two not very respectable servants and two maids, there were only 18 loads of dowry. She had thought of this a long time ago.

But following closely behind was a dowry carrying fifty boxes tied with bright red silk.

Grand and decent.

This was the dowry that Xie Yunji had promised to give her.

He gave her enough respect, and his attitude certainly influenced others. Seeing that the matter was already settled, the servants in the mansion began to respect her more and more.

He was really good to her.

She missed him more and more, missed his beautiful eyes and warm smile. She had never wanted to see him so much before. She was afraid that all this was just a dream and she just wanted to be by his side to confirm his feelings over and over again.

Her heart was pounding, and her longing for him made her ignore her rules and shyness.

The young man at the other end of the waterside pavilion was dressed in white, with elegant and gentle features. It was early winter, and the robe he wore was not tied with a silk ribbon. When a gust of wind blew, his robe fluttered, making him look like a banished immortal.

She looked at him from a distance, and he saw her too.

Song Nihuan waved at him, holding in her hand a brand new purse that she had spent several nights embroidering.

The previous one had long been old, and the newly embroidered one was full of her sincerity and her expectations for marriage, the future, and him.

But the next moment, her smile froze on her face.

The young man on the other side of the lake did not respond and turned away as if he did not see her.