If you were cold and aloof in your past life, why are you crying in this one?

After having breakfast, Xi Lingxian took a nap to recharge.

The mother Gu is controlled by Wang Jue. As long as he doesn't go mad, the Gu worms in her body will obey the mother Gu and won't wreak havoc and cause her pain.

The offspring of the Gu is naturally inclined to be close to and obey the mother Gu, so she would feel physically and mentally comfortable being intimate with Wang Jue, but she does not want to.

She had experienced that feeling of physical and mental comfort in her previous life, before she was poisoned by the Gu.

At that time, she probably treated Wang Jue the same way as someone of the same generation who had been cursed, but what happened?

What do people take her for?

She's hardened her heart now, and this little thing isn't enough to sway her anymore; by the same token, the sweet treats he offers aren't enough to tempt her.

Aunt Zou came again, this time with her two younger cousins.

Her uncle was a hands-off manager who didn't care about anything, while her aunt was busy with the weddings of her two daughters. For some reason, Xi Lingxian didn't dislike her; she pitied her aunt's kind heart.

But when her aunt proposed marrying her younger cousin to Xi Song, Xi Lingxian immediately objected.

Xi Song reacted even more strongly, "No, no, I saw a book in my dream that said cousins ​​shouldn't get married, otherwise their children will be mentally challenged!"

Zou was furious at these words and chased after Xi Song demanding an explanation. How could two perfectly good people have a child who is an idiot?

Xi Song ran around the courtyard, spouting a bunch of fallacies and heresies. Zou Shi couldn't argue with him and her mouth went dry.

The house was in chaos, a rare moment of liveliness.

Zou wanted to tell Wang Jue's eldest cousin, Han Yin, that she had also arrived, looking dignified and graceful.

Xi Lingxian coldly observed for a while, and felt that Han Yin was exactly what Wang Jue liked.

He likes this kind of dignified and composed person who doesn't even cry out when pricked with a needle.

They're such a perfect match!

"Does my cousin like Mr. Wang?"

Han Yin blushed: "Does my cousin not like it?"

"I don't like him. He's too dull and boring. I was a little attracted to his face when I first met him, but after a while, I found him uninteresting."

Han Yin was surprised by her cousin's honesty; these were things she would never have dared to say in her entire life.

But my cousin has the confidence; her uncle spoils her rotten.

"If you're interested, I'll have my older brother act as a matchmaker for you two."

Han Yin lowered her head. "My mother said that the Langya Wang family is of noble status, and we dare not hope to be the principal wife. We only wish to be a concubine, which would be a blessing from heaven."

Another concubine.

Across two lifetimes, Xi Lingxian felt a pang of sympathy for her past self.

Wang Jue's identity and family background, as well as his own appearance and demeanor, were all too dazzling, so dazzling that everyone wanted to get their hands on him.

To be his wife, one would have to be a clay Bodhisattva to withstand the endless stream of women who covet her husband.

Any normal woman would be driven crazy.

Han Yin smiled shyly, then suddenly looked towards the moon gate. "Young Master Pei, what brings you here?"

Xi Lingxian turned her head, and who else could it be but Pei Xiu?

Pei Xiu wore a bamboo-green brocade robe and a moon-white fox fur cloak, looking elegant and refined.

"Miss Han, Miss Xi," he said politely.

"Today, your household has made some exquisite plum blossom lanterns. I recall the day I first met Miss Xi, when the fragrance of plum blossoms was so refreshing, so I wish to present them to you, hoping to bring you joy."

Han Yin paused for a moment, then wisely stepped back.

Xi Lingxian didn't even realize what was happening until the plum blossom lantern was handed to her.

This……

A girl who has been beautiful since childhood is very perceptive in this regard and knows exactly what it means.

But wasn't this guy all respectful to Wang Jue yesterday? Why is he acting like this now? Isn't he afraid of angering and offending Wang Jue?

Pei Xiu scratched the back of his head.

The boy was tall and straight, with clear and bright eyes, carrying the pure sincerity unique to young men.

When she met Xi Lingxian's gaze, the tips of her ears turned slightly red, and a hint of helpless shyness was hidden in her eyes.

"I know that the Wang family is extremely powerful. If I express my feelings so frankly, I will inevitably offend people and it may hinder my future career."

Pei Xiu's throat tightened slightly, a sudden surge of resolute determination appearing within him.

"But I truly admire you, Miss. Yesterday, it felt like we had known each other for a thousand years. My family still has some wealth, so even if I don't become an official, I can still live a comfortable life without worrying about food and clothing. Therefore, I don't want to give up the only person who has won my heart for so many years for material possessions."

Xi Lingxian rubbed her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She was just cursing Wang Jue, how come she's slapping her in the face so quickly?

If I remember correctly, Pei Xiu is two months younger than her, a younger brother.

No wonder he's so full of vigor.

For Pei Xiu, those few moments when she was lost in thought were like an eternity of torment.

"Miss Xi?"

She came to her senses and smiled, "Young Master Pei, your words came as a surprise to me. May I think about it before I answer you?"

The fact that he wasn't immediately rejected was a pleasant surprise for Pei Xiu.

"Of course, this is a very important matter for a young lady, so she must be very careful about it."

"Your kindness is as precious as a thousand pieces of gold. I should pursue you to show my sincerity, only then will I be worthy of your affection."

That's a very nice thing to say.

Xi Lingxian smiled, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "Young Master Pei is joking."

"I am serious, young lady, just you wait and see."

A young man is a young man; he's full of indomitable spirit.

Not far away, under the eaves, Wang Jue coldly watched this scene.

The boy's eyes, brimming with shyness and enthusiasm, and his heartfelt confession, were fully revealed to him.

In an instant, a raging fire surged in his chest, his blood rushed to his head, and his heart felt tight, sore, and violent.

He glanced coldly at the gentle, innocent, and affectionate young man, feeling only irony and disgust in his heart.

Only he himself knew that deep down, he envied this openness and passion.

A person who is naturally arrogant and has always been in a superior position.

Even though she was burning with jealousy, obsessed to the point of madness, and possessive to the point of being unable to suppress it, she could not bring herself to say it.

The more you care, the more awkward and silent you become.

This has always been the case, past and present lives.

She was never short of people who flocked to her, all sorts of people, countless in number.

Even though in her previous life she married him and was his rightful wife;

But whenever he went out to a banquet or for leisure, the gazes of the young noblemen and princes were still unrestrained.

They were so engrossed in looking around that they showed no restraint whatsoever.

She was oblivious to the hidden intentions of others and never noticed their covetousness towards her; instead, she would always turn around and scold him for his cold and aloof nature and for attracting unwanted attention, and then turn around and accuse him of being a womanizer.

After bidding farewell to Pei Xiu, Xi Lingxian rose and stepped onto the corridor. As soon as she looked up, she was caught off guard and stumbled into a deep shadow.

The man stood beside the carved pillars, his body radiating a chilling aura, his brows and eyes shrouded in an unyielding gloom.

Just standing there quietly, it exudes a powerful sense of oppression.

Xi Lingxian saw through it at a glance, and a slightly sarcastic smile curved her lips:

"When did the legitimate son of the prestigious Langya Wang clan develop such a penchant for eavesdropping?"

The man lowered his eyes, his smile not reaching them. "If I hadn't come to listen, how would I know that Miss Xi's charm remains as strong as ever, and that there's never a shortage of admirers at her feet?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Lingxian shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes conveying a hint of languid indifference.

"There's nothing we can do; at least other people have eyes. Unlike some people who've been blind their whole lives!"