Loyang Jin

Is there anything more embarrassing than the indifference of a loved one?

What's sadder than being forgotten?

The memories she carefully treasured with joy were not worth mentioning to King Yan at all. He couldn't remember who she was at all.

Ling Jingyan covered her face with her hands, tears pouring out from between her fingers.

Ling Jingshu did not comfort her this time, and her voice was calm and calm: "Actually, it's not a big deal."

Ling Jingyan's whole body trembled, and she didn't care to cry anymore. She angrily accused: "What you said is too much. It's not a big deal to you, but to me, it is a big deal!"

Ling Jingshu looked at Ling Jingyan with a somewhat cold gaze: "Even if he remembers you, so what?"

Ling Jingyan: "..."

Ling Jingyan was choked and speechless.

"Even if he remembers you, he still has some affection for you. Will he marry you as Princess Yan?"

Ling Jingshu's pretty face was expressionless, and her voice was a bit colder: "He is the legitimate son of Queen Xu, and his status is more noble than that of Prince An and Kang. In terms of holy family members, he even surpasses those who are resting in the East Palace." The Crown Prince. The only one who can compete with him is the Crown Prince."

"Queen Xu must be particularly careful when choosing a concubine for Prince Yan. As a mere fourth-rank official, there is no way you can be the concubine of Prince Yan."

"In fact, you know this very well. Even if King Yan looks at you differently, he will only marry you as a concubine at most. Are you willing to be a concubine?"

Ling Jingyan bit her lips hard, and there was a deep mark on her dry lips.

Of course she wasn't willing to give in!

"Let's put this aside for now. Even if you are willing to wrong yourself, your uncle and aunt will definitely not agree." Ling Jingshu's tone was very firm.

Ling Jingyan was stunned for a moment, and then she squeezed out a few words: "Why did you say that?"

Ling Jingshu twitched the corners of her lips and asked instead of answering: "Cousin Yan, why did the uncle specifically ask for his cousin's wife to marry him?"

Ling Jingyan thought for a while and replied uncertainly: "Although my cousin-in-law is a commoner, she was raised in front of my aunt-in-law. She is both talented and beautiful, and comes from a good family background. Of course she is a good match for my eldest brother."

Ling Jingshu smiled and said, "You are right. My cousin is beautiful and smart, and she and my cousin are a match made in heaven. However, it was not just because of these that my uncle deliberately sought this marriage."

"My cousin-in-law comes from the Chiang family. Although she is not a direct descendant of the British Duke, she is the one who has the closest ties with the British Duke's family. The late Empress Chiang, my cousin-in-law has to be called my great-aunt. Although Empress Chiang is no longer here, the East Palace The relationship between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his maternal uncle’s family has never ceased.”

"Uncle wants to use this marriage to get involved with the East Palace. How could he allow you to marry King Yan."

Ling Jingyan's face suddenly turned pale as if she had been hit hard by a punch in the chest.

Ling Jingshu was so calm that she was almost cold, and told the truth that made Ling Jingyan's heartache the most: "What's more, King Yan has no special affection for you. Everything is your unrequited love and wishful thinking. Even if you are willing to be a concubine, your uncle will give in." , King Yan will not marry you either.”

Ling Jingyan: "..."

Hit the nail on the head! Every sentence touches her most vulnerable and sad place.

The tears that had stopped burst out again in an instant.

Ling Jingyan cried so hard that she was hoarse. She cried until she lost all strength, then lay on Ling Jingshu's shoulder and continued sobbing.

Ling Jingshu felt distressed when she saw Ling Jingyan crying so sadly and despairingly.

However, the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.

Instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in the future and unable to extricate herself, it would be better to cut off Ling Jingyan's unnecessary obsession as soon as possible.

...

No matter how thick the door panel is, it can't stop Ling Jingyan's crying. Not to mention, Ling Jingyan cried intermittently for a long time.

Bai Yu couldn't help but feel worried secretly when he heard it.

She didn't feel sorry for Ling Jingyan, but she was thinking about Ling Jingshu in her heart.

Ling Jingyan cried so miserably, to outsiders, it looked like she had been bullied by Ling Jingshu... If the eldest lady and the eldest master found out, they would probably turn their anger on Ling Jingshu.

Bai Yu pondered for a moment, then quietly moved to the side of the maid Bitao, and whispered: "Bitao, Miss Eight has been crying for almost half an hour. I don't know what is going on inside, so why don't we two knock on the door and ask ask."

There were six maids serving Ling Jingyan, and the eighteen-year-old Bitao was the first-class maid.

After hearing this suggestion, Bi Tao shook her head repeatedly and whispered: "You must not knock on the door. We ladies usually care about face the most, but now we don't know why we are crying so sadly. It's best for us to pretend that we don't know. If you knock on the door, you will talk too much. If you don’t, the lady will definitely become angry and we won’t get anything to eat.”

Bai Yu frowned slightly: "Are we just going to listen to it and wait?"

Bitao nodded vigorously with a sincere expression.

The other maids nodded in unison.

Bai Yu: "..."

Bai Yu silently swallowed the words that reached his lips.

After waiting for a while, the crying at the door finally stopped.

...

Ling Jingyan cried for a long time, and her voice was already dumb from crying.

At this time, he finally stopped crying and just sat there in a daze, motionless. A pair of eyes were red and swollen, and their gaze was dull and unfocused.

Ling Jingshu's shoulders were wet, mixed with tears and snot... That's it, this was not the time to worry about it.

"Cousin Yan, you have been crying for so long, you should feel better now!"

Crying is the best way to vent your frustration. After crying for so long, no matter how much pain there is, it's time to vent it out.

Ling Jingyan hummed weakly.

Ling Jingshu looked at Ling Jingyan and sincerely suggested: "It's getting late. Auntie will ask someone to come and ask us to have dinner soon. Just make any excuse, say you have a headache or stomachache, don't go Auntie’s side.”

His eyes were swollen like peaches, and he looked so weak and depressed. Anyone with eyes could tell that something was wrong.

Ling Jingyan hummed again.

Ling Jingshu stood up: "You have a good rest, I'll go back and change clothes. I'll be with you again tomorrow."

Ling Jingyan nodded silently.

Ling Jingshu turned around and left. Just when her hand touched the door latch, a sentence suddenly came out from behind her: "Ah Shu, actually you are right. Everything is just wishful thinking on my part. King Yan doesn't remember who I am, and he doesn't care about me at all." Good impression. I should forget about him soon."

Hearing what Ling Jingyan said, Ling Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief and felt quite pleased: "You are right to think so..."

"However, I have liked him for so long, and I probably won't forget it for a while. Give it to me the name card he gave you! When I miss him, I will take it out and take a look."

Ling Jingshu: "..."