Binding Spring Love

She had read the invitations that Song Wan had asked her to deliver.

It's ridiculous that Song Wan, who used to pride herself on being a refined lady from a prominent family and speaking with such elegance, could even misspell someone's name when writing a eulogy.

Upon entering the room, Lin Jiayue sat down directly beside the two, seemingly unconcerned by the sight of Song Wan and Jiang Xingjian both frowning.

"Please get me a pair of chopsticks, thank you."

Chao Hengzhi chuckled lightly, and Lin Jiayue, disregarding whether others welcomed her or not, reached out and picked up a pastry, putting it into her mouth.

Song Wan loved to show off her ladylike demeanor and talked about being a gentleman every day. Since she had chosen to be a hypocrite, even if someone disliked her, they could only keep it to themselves!

"These pastries are delicious. Would you mind sending some to Xiuyan Pavilion tomorrow? You won't mind, will you?"

Song Wan smiled faintly: "Eat if you like, I can afford to give you as much as you want."

"Oh."

Lin Jiayue's smile turned cold, and after a moment she said to Jiang Xingjian, "Brother Xingjian, you haven't come to see Yue'er for a long time. Are you still angry with Yue'er?"

"Although I made a mistake, I've tried my best to make amends these past few days. Can you forgive me?"

"Please enjoy your meal, my lord. I must excuse myself."

Before Jiang Lin and his companion could even catch a glimpse of Song Wan's back, they had already returned to their bedroom.

"This stuff isn't even that tasty."

Putting down the pastries in her hand, Lin Jiayue asked, "Why has the Marquis of Jinxiang come to cause trouble?"

After she discovered that Song Wan's memorial text contained the wrong name, she rewrote it overnight.

Fortunately, she had written one for the company's vice president before and received the approval of the entire company. If she hadn't had that experience, she wouldn't have dared to pick up a pen.

Although writing in a more literary style is a bit troublesome, it's not a big problem to revise and modify it according to Song Wan's version.

Lin Jiayue believed that her writing was deeply moving, even bringing her to tears, so she deliberately did not remove Song Wan's part and included it together with hers.

Only through comparison can we see that Song Wan was suspected of seeking fame and fortune.

Thinking that she had just woken up this morning and heard from the servants that someone from the Marquis of Jinxiang's mansion had scolded her for most of the day, Lin Jiayue couldn't help but laugh.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Jiang Xingjian looked coldly at the precious makeup cake that Lin Jiayue had taken a bite out of and tossed aside on the table: "Why did you take it upon yourself to write an eulogy and send it to the Marquis of Jinxiang's residence?"

"Eulogy... to express condolences, isn't this something that not just anyone can write? I even specifically asked Huaisu and Lingyun, and they both said I could write it."

Jiang Xingjian's eyelids drooped slightly, unable to vent his anger.

"When will you be able to finalize the firearms formula?"

He had waited too long and couldn't wait any longer.

Jiang Xingjian had never intended to urge Lin Jiayue on this matter, but today he suddenly couldn't help himself: "Since returning to the capital, you haven't studied this item again, but instead have focused all your attention on opening a shop and managing the business."

"Now that you have some free time, I think you should hurry up and develop that firearm so that you can relieve Her Majesty's worries as soon as possible."

Lin Jiayue's face fell upon hearing this.

Heaven knows if the lie she made up when she first met Jiang Xingjian and he saved her from the jaws of wolves would still be remembered to this day? But now, looking at Jiang Xingjian's serious eyes and solemn expression, she dared not speak.

Lin Jiayue pursed her lips, and after a moment said, "I'm looking into it. I'll let you know in a while."

"it is good."

Jiang Xingjian took a deep breath, recalling the terrifying scene created by the firearms she had described that day, and his mind calmed down slightly.

He has already given up too much for his elder sister and the Fifth Prince, and now he absolutely cannot give up these firearms.

"Are you done eating?"

Seeing his expression soften, Lin Jiayue blinked and said, "You still haven't told me why the people from the Marquis of Jinxiang's residence came."

"You misspelled the deceased's name in your eulogy, which is why the Marquis of Jinxiang's family came to us in dissatisfaction."

His tone was harsh, but Lin Jiayue reacted even more strongly: "Impossible, the one with the wrong name is clearly Song Wan's. I checked it carefully."

Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes: "Do you know Madam Cheng's name?"

"Doesn't it clearly state her name as Lady Lu?"

Jiang Xingjian stood up, too exhausted to say another word to her. He still had to go to the Marquis of Jinxiang's residence to kowtow to Madam Cheng, and being late would only make him seem less sincere.

"Wait a minute, did someone switch my memorial text?"

Jiang Xingjian turned around, his eyes deep: "Madam Cheng's given name is Lu Wan, and 'Gongren' is her title."

"..."

Lin Jiayue was a little flustered: "How would I know so much? Her name is Lu Wan, so what's with the title 'Lu Gongren'? Both invitations say 'Cheng Men Lu Shi Gongren', I really didn't know that was her title."

With his fists clenched tightly behind his back, Jiang Xingjian suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ears.

Lin Jiayue stepped forward timidly, her eyes red, and took his hand: "I'm sorry, I really didn't know. But it's just a misspelled name, the Marquis of Jinxiang's mansion wouldn't be so petty, would they? I think they're so angry because Song Wan misspelled Madam Lu's surname."

"I'm just a concubine, why would they hold a grudge against me?"

The girl bent her finger and carefully wrote the character "Lu" on Jiang Xingjian's palm.

"That's exactly how she wrote it; this character is clearly written incorrectly."

Jiang Xingjian clenched his fist, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "The dead are respected, and to show respect, we usually avoid using the names of the deceased. Reading the text with missing strokes is the most common practice."

"I……"

The girl's eyes reddened: "I really don't know. How could I know so many rules and customs? I put a lot of effort into writing that eulogy. I really put my heart into it."

"Fine, I'll go to the Marquis of Jinxiang's residence to apologize in person."

"I'm with you."

Jiang Xingjian paused, but ignored her.

Song Wan sat at her desk, listening to the conversation in the courtyard, and asked with great puzzlement, "It's strange, Lin Jiayue is literate, although she can't write any eloquent articles, but judging from her speech, she doesn't seem like an uncultured person, so how could she be so critical and vulgar, without any sense of manners?"

"This servant does not know either."

"It's already quite remarkable if someone in an ordinary family can read and write even a few characters. The fact that Lin Jiayue, as a woman, can read and write indicates that she comes from a noble family. But what kind of powerful clan would act in this way?"

Song Wan thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so she had no choice but to let it go.

"Miss, the Marquis did not take the account books and plaques from the manor."

"Take someone to the Marquis's room and tell him that the accounts have been settled. If there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me."

Hengzhi nodded and asked an old woman to deliver the things to Jiang Xingjian's residence.

Jiang Xingjian was changing clothes in the room when he saw the huge wooden box and his expression turned solemn.

"Fine, come with me to my mother's Jiangxiang Courtyard."

Upon arriving at Jiangxiang Courtyard, Jiang Xingjian put down his things and said in a low voice, "I will have to trouble Mother to work hard for a while longer. Wan'er... is temporarily unable to manage the household affairs."

Mother Jiang, supporting her head, weakly rose to her feet: "Is she throwing a tantrum again? When she was a widow in the manor, she was clearly very obedient and filial. How come she's causing so much trouble now that you've returned?"

"How come I never noticed how temperamental she was before? If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have arranged this marriage with the Song family in the first place."