After being reborn, the young master's wife refused to accept it.

Chapter 2 2, brother, help me, okay?

The curvature of Song Yanluo's mouth couldn't help but widen a bit.

"I can't see, I'm unsteady when I walk, and it's ugly when I fall down. Brother directly supports me, okay?" Song Yanluo asked if it was okay, but she didn't seem to let go of her hands in the slightest.

Song Yanluo's sudden grab made Wen Jinyu's pupils tremble and his emotions collapsed, and he was dumbfounded.

After not hearing a response for a long time, Song Yanluo couldn't help but tightened her hand, "Brother, is it difficult? But if I fall, I'm afraid the Dingguo Mansion will become a joke in the capital city, so please help me generously."

Song Yanluo's opening again made Wen Jinyu recover from the shock, and the slender fingers in her eyes were tightly entwined with his fingers, like intertwined twigs.

A smile just bloomed between the picturesque eyebrows and eyes, like the warm spring sun, "Okay."

Following a good word, Wen Jinyu clenched those slender fingers with his backhand, "Be careful, brother and sister." After a word of instruction, Wen Jinyu lifted Song Yanluo up in the sedan chair with all her strength.

Following Wen Jinyu's strength, Song Yanluo stood up, stepped out of the sedan chair, and her eyes became brighter, even through the hijab.

"Beware of the threshold."

After walking a few steps, Song Yanluo heard this reminder.

"Thank you, brother." Song Yanluo thanked without distraction, raised her foot across the threshold, and entered the gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion with Wen Jinyu's support.

"Is this against etiquette? Shouldn't you be holding the red silk?"

"Is this the point? It doesn't mean that the elder brother is taking the place of the younger brother. Does that count as the elder brother holding the hand of the younger sister-in-law? How decent is that?"

"What do you say this is?"

"It can't be that Wen Jinyu is not reconciled. He feels that the marriage has fallen on him, so he did it on purpose?"

As soon as she entered the gate, the hostile faces from the guests who watched the ceremony rushed towards her face in an instant, but she only rushed towards Wen Jinyu and not herself. This made Song Yanluo a little surprised. Instead, she tightened the grip on his hand a little bit.

There's no reason to go down on her boat.

The increased strength in his hands made Wen Jinyu slightly turn his head to look at Song Yanluo, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, a slight movement of hers would provoke Wen Jinyu to ask her. Song Yanluo was taken aback for a moment, and then responded nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I just feel a little sorry for brother."

I'm sorry in the words, but the feeling expressed is not half apologetic, but it gives people a sense of righteousness.

The unexpected answer made Wen Jinyu's eyes froze slightly, and his brows and eyes fainted for a moment. With a smile in his eyes, he responded softly, "No problem." That softness is so soft that it seems to be able to contain everything.

Song Yanluo's eyes under the hijab remained unchanged.

Song Yanluo, who covered her head, couldn't see Wen Jinyu's smile, but the people watching the ceremony could see it clearly, and they only thought that Wen Jinyu was complacent.

"Look, Wen Jinyu smiled. Does this mean that he feels that he has taken advantage of it?"

"Isn't that right? Who doesn't know that Mrs. Dingguo doesn't like him very much. Now that Prince Wen is getting married, he took advantage of it, so he must not do anything to upset Mrs. Dingguo."

"Sure enough, this Wen Jinyu has no good intentions."

Hearing voices of slander were all malicious to Wen Jinyu, Song Yanluo couldn't help but tightened her grip on Wen Jinyu's hand, she would never allow her to get off the boat midway.

(End of this chapter)