Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
“Eat more if you like it.”
Song Muyun hadn’t eaten pastries for a long time. To be precise, she hadn’t eaten any delicate food for a long time. During her days in prison, she was only given porridge or steamed buns. Now, any slightly better food was very appealing to her.
“Mm, thank you.”
A well-educated woman, even if she wanted to eat eagerly, still ate gracefully and softly thanked others while eating.
Jiang Yao paused. For such small matters, Yun’er wouldn’t thank her.
But she indeed was Yun’er.
What exactly was going on?
She and Song Muyun were together day and night, so naturally, she knew her darling very well. Last night, she had already acted very strangely, and today was even stranger.
That “thank you” did not receive a response. Song Muyun felt a sudden tightness in her heart and instinctively looked up at Jiang Yao, catching the puzzlement in her eyes. Her hand involuntarily tightened, but the next second, Jiang Yao concealed that puzzled expression and gently asked her, “Are you done eating? Don’t eat too much, I’m taking you to a family banquet tonight.”
The Jiang family was about to have a family dinner in a few days, which was considered a family banquet, and Jiang Yao always took Song Muyun with her.
Muyun was her wife, naturally also a member of the Jiang family.
“Family, family banquet?”
The young girl widened her eyes, not expecting to attend the Jiang family’s banquet. She was very flustered thinking about the Jiang family… all deeply connected to her.
She had killed members of the Jiang family.
Last night’s Jiang Huai was one thing, but today was a family banquet, so all the Jiang family members would be there, right?
Song Muyun couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
She dared not meet the Jiang family members.
“Mm, what’s wrong, haven’t I always taken you with me? Have you forgotten that too?”
Jiang Yao looked gentle and accommodating. Unable to resist “pushing her luck” further, Song Muyun quietly said, “Could I, could I not go to the family banquet?”
She didn’t want to go, but the previous Yun’er was not against attending the banquet.
Suppressing her doubts again, Jiang Yao immediately refused Song Muyun without hesitation.
“No, you are a member of my Jiang family; you cannot be absent. Otherwise, my father might think you have an issue with him.”
Cannot be absent…
Song Muyun’s face suddenly turned even paler.
She really dared not meet the Jiang family members; she had killed them.
Jiang Yao stepped forward, gently embracing her, soothingly saying, “Don’t be afraid, my parents like you very much and won’t say anything to you. If they were to scold anyone, it would only be me.”
Song Muyun leaned against Jiang Yao’s abdomen, feeling a rare sense of peace, and surprisingly, she didn’t say a word.
Deep down, a voice told her not to be afraid, that Jiang Yao would protect her.
Yes, Jiang Yao was so good to this her, she would definitely protect her.
Protect her, not her. If Jiang Yao one day found out she was not the original her, but the Song Muyun who had once killed members of the Jiang family, would she still be so good to her?
Song Muyun didn’t know. Her eyes welled up, but she forcefully restrained herself, merely nodding absentmindedly in agreement.
At dinner time, Jiang Yao took Song Muyun to the front hall.
There, a large round table was set, and Jiang Huai was already sitting down. Seeing them arrive, he turned his head away and huffed, showing his displeasure.
Jiang Yao didn’t mind and simply whispered to Song Muyun, “Don’t be nervous later. My father and mother are very gentle people. My second uncle and aunt will also come later. You might not remember them, but it’s okay, they are nice people too.”
Song Muyun nodded slightly but remained silent.
Until several of the Jiang family’s elders arrived.
She quickly glanced at them, daring not to look more.
The Prime Minister Jiang was a good person. He never knew what she had suffered in the Jiang mansion. It was her, blinded by hatred.
It was all because of Murong Qing, who wanted her to bear the guilt and self-reproach for a lifetime.
After all, it was Murong Qing!
A trace of hatred flickered through Song Muyun’s eyes, but she concealed it well, unnoticed by others.
Jiang Heng and Jiang Zhi asked Jiang Yao a few questions, to which she responded well. Jiang Heng then questioned Jiang Huai, who couldn’t answer at all and was scolded by Jiang Heng.
Hearing Jiang Huai being scolded, Song Muyun felt somewhat relieved, her lips curving into a slight smile.
Seeing this, Jiang Yao picked up a piece of fish for her.
“Try this fish, it’s very fresh and tender. You haven’t eaten much during the day.”
The hardest was her, lying down all afternoon without eating a bite.
Hungry, she urgently served Song Muyun a few bites of food, then started eating herself.
The bowl of rice was quickly emptied.
Occasionally, Song Muyun turned her head to meet Jiang Yao’s gaze and noticed her bowl was nearly empty. Surprised, she instinctively picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks for her, “You, you eat slower.”
Jiang Yao thought to herself, indeed, she is my wife, truly considerate.
Jiang’s mother also noticed this gesture and smiled, “Yao’er always eats quickly. Don’t worry about her. Try this old duck soup; it’s very fresh and nourishing.”
Song Muyun, rarely cared for by elders, hurriedly bowed her head and replied, “Yes, I, I understand.”
The next moment, Jiang Yao had already scooped a bowl of duck soup for her.
Song Muyun felt her eyes warm up.
Jiang Heng, sitting at the head of the table, soon asked about last night’s request for the mansion’s doctor at Hengwu Garden.
He looked from one to the other and felt that both seemed fine, so why call for the doctor?
Jiang Yao glanced at her father, without any intention to hide, and honestly said, “Yun’er said last night that she couldn’t remember things, which scared me, so I called the mansion’s doctor to have a look.”
Jiang Heng frowned, “And what did the doctor say?”
At this point, Jiang Yao had to roll her eyes, “He couldn’t find anything wrong. That doctor is not competent; he never figures anything out, which is so annoying. Thankfully, Muyun didn’t feel pain anywhere; otherwise, I would have been really worried.”
Jiang Heng pondered for a moment, “Should I order someone to invite the Imperial Physician from the palace to examine Miss Song?”
“No need, I’ve already sent someone to Jiangnan to invite a divine physician. Those Imperial Physicians won’t be able to diagnose anything either.”
Jiang’s mother still looked somewhat worried, her eyes filled with pity, “Poor child, always sick. Don’t be afraid, we will find someone to cure you. There must be a way to heal you.”
Song Muyun didn’t dare to raise her head, silently listening to the elders’ caring words.
How long had it been since she was cared for like this?
Lady Jiang Yi also joined in, “Miss Song looks frail at first glance. It would be best to follow Yao’er and practice martial arts to strengthen your body.”
“Mm, Aunt, rest assured, I have been teaching her.”
“Come, eat more, get a bit fatter. Maybe it’s being too thin that causes the aches and pains.”
Jiang Yao hurried to feed her wife, and after Jiang Heng expressed his concern a few more times, the meal finally concluded.
After the meal, Jiang Ru went to find the Eighth Prince. While they walked in the back garden, Song Muyun couldn’t concentrate, appearing somewhat distracted, staring blankly at one spot until Jiang Yao came to rub her head, “What are you thinking about, looking so silly?”
So, Song Muyun stopped in her tracks and looked at Jiang Yao, this woman… who had once died because of her.
She treated her very well and was very gentle.
She couldn’t help but think, could she tell her everything, ask for her help?
But this thought was fleeting. Song Muyun dared not bet on human nature, dared not bet whether Jiang Yao would help her.
After a moment, she turned her head away, saying, “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
Jiang Yao, unfazed, looked around and pressed her hand on a newly sprouted bud in the garden, suddenly asking, “What have you forgotten? Tell me.”
Song Muyun lowered her long eyelashes, speaking softly, “I’ve forgotten a lot. I have some impressions, but I can’t remember clearly.”
She always had Jiang Yao in her mind, Jiang Yao’s various kindnesses, attentiveness, and concern.
“Mm, it’s okay. If there’s anything you don’t remember, you can tell me. Do you still remember Murong Qing?”
Last night, she didn’t find anything odd, but now, thinking back, she felt something was off. Why did she interpret beating up Murong Qing as the Emperor?
It shouldn’t have been such a big mistake.
Hearing the name Murong Qing, Song Muyun’s body immediately tensed, and she lowered her head, only to say after a long while, “I don’t remember clearly.”
Of course, she remembered Murong Qing, but she didn’t know what had happened between her and Murong Qing here, afraid to reveal any clues, she could only say she didn’t remember.
Jiang Yao’s expression darkened slightly, quietly observing Song Muyun for a while before asking, “Do you remember the incident with Murong Qing bullying you at Moon Up Square?”
Song Muyun stiffened, her face turning somewhat ugly, obviously remembering.
Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes and asked further, “Then, do you remember Murong Qing looking for your sister yesterday?”
At this, Song Muyun’s beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she looked incredulously at Jiang Yao, asking subconsciously, “My, my sister?”
Jiang Yao nodded, “Yes, your sister, isn’t it Sheng’er?”
Song Muyun’s eyelashes trembled violently, and she suddenly grabbed Jiang Yao’s hand. Jiang Yao was caught off guard, and her hand closed, accidentally plucking the unbloomed bud.
Jiang Yao: …
Would anyone believe this had nothing to do with her?
Reluctantly, she hid the bud in her palm and looked back at her unexpectedly eager ancestor.
“What’s wrong? Just speak if you have something to say, no need for hands and feet.”
Song Muyun, frightened, quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks slightly red, but she didn’t let the topic pass. Instead, she spoke softly but urgently to Jiang Yao, “You just mentioned my sister, where is she now?”
Yun’er doesn’t remember this either?
Jiang Yao, sharing a bed with her, naturally knew how much she valued her family members. Even Jiang Huai remembered, so it made no sense not to remember her own family.
What exactly was going on?
Thinking of the dream she had about the Jiang family’s fate, seeing the Empress Song Muyun standing above the officials in a phoenix robe, she seemed to guess something but couldn’t believe it, needing more probing to be sure.
“In the Song family, don’t you remember? We personally sent them back, including your mother, Lady Song.”
Song Muyun’s eyes widened even more, murmuring, “I forgot, I forgot… I actually met my mother…”
In her previous life, the Song family had fallen into disgrace, her mother was exiled to the border, and she never saw her mother again from beginning to end. When she finally convinced Murong Qing to agree to bring her family back to the capital, news of her family’s death came from the border.
Dead, all dead, provoked by thugs and beaten to death.
But how could that be possible?
Her three brothers were capable in both literature and martial arts and were modest and respectful. How could they provoke thugs and be hated enough to be beaten to death? She would never believe it if someone said there was no foul play involved.
Seeing the young girl’s eyes brimming with tears, looking extremely moved, Jiang Yao first calmed her down, “But your mother has passed away, I’m sorry. I called for the Imperial Physician, but your mother’s health was not good.”
Song Muyun was stunned, her face turning pale, and her slender body seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.
Jiang Yao leaned down to embrace her, her tone resigned, “It’s already hard enough to comfort you, and just when I managed to do so, you lose your memory. Now, I have to comfort you all over again.”
She had a tough time.
“Don’t you cry now, last time your tears soaked my clothes.”
Song Muyun held back her tears, and then heard her say, “Don’t be sad, how about I take you to buy some jewelry?”
She remembered this, she remembered Jiang Yao taking that her to buy jewelry, always choosing the beautiful and luxurious ones.
Even though they were the same person, Song Muyun still envied that her, to have someone treat her so well, to have obtained what she had strived for all her life without suffering much.
Now, being held and comforted in someone’s arms was only because she was benefiting from that her’s fortune, enjoying her fruits.
After a moment, Song Muyun reluctantly left the warm embrace and held onto Jiang Yao’s hand, pleading softly, “Can you, can you take me to visit the Song family?”
Of course, this was possible.
Jiang Yao nodded in agreement, taking Song Muyun out of the mansion. On the carriage, she asked her again, “Do you remember how you came back home with me?”
Home, referring to Hengwu Garden, this Song Muyun knew.
But how did she come back with her?
This…