She Became A Downfall Noble Lady
Chapter 722 - 720: Not Trusting My Mom

Chapter 722: Chapter 720: Not Trusting My Mom

Ye Xinyan had been so preoccupied with crafting a plot suitable for the era that she hadn’t noticed someone had entered the room. Only when she heard the urging voice did she see three little ones standing by her side. Though Jiuhua was following behind Qi Jiaer and Qi Sanshun, the look on her face was just as anxious.

Ye Xinyan spread her hands helplessly and said, "I forgot, I really can’t come up with anymore."

Qi Jiaer immediately pursed her lips and complained, "How can you forget such a crucial and interesting story? You’re clearly just finding it a nuisance and can’t be bothered to remember."

Interesting? Heaven knows how much effort and brain-racking it took to come up with such a dull tale of chivalry.

Ye Xinyan had an apologetic look all over her face, for she honestly couldn’t remember what came next. She had read too many novels, and recalling such archaic plots was harder than recalling plots about cultivation, post-apocalyptic worlds, science fiction, or fantasy. But readers of the Great Xia Dynasty, would you really be able to calmly accept these anachronistic elements without becoming overly agitated and losing your minds?

"What’s so great about that story? Let’s just talk about the Ugly Duckling instead," Ye Xinyan said in a perfunctory manner.

Qi Jiaer’s eyes were full of reproach, and Qi Sanshun looked like he was about to turn and run.

When they first heard this story, they were filled with anticipation and emotion, thinking they had never heard a story so wonderful. But, but, wail wail wail, no matter how good the story is, it’s unbearable to listen to it every day, isn’t it? Any story heard a hundred and eighty times would make anyone sick, right?

After dinner, Jiang Yifan said goodbye and offered to walk Ye Xinyan back to the mansion.

When they were about to reach the corner gate behind the Duke’s Mansion, Jiang Yifan stopped, tugged at Ye Xinyan, and said, "On March third, my third senior brother will be getting married."

With this out-of-the-blue statement, Jiang Yifan glanced at Jiu Yue and Song Ping’s household.

Although it was completely dark outside, thanks to the moonlight, the two from Song Ping’s household could see the look in Jiang Yifan’s eyes clearly. Together with what he had just said, they immediately thought of stepping back.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand her duty to protect her mistress, but she was just so anxious.

Miss Ye and Lord Jiang were a reconciled married couple, which meant there was no need to go through the entire marriage procedure again. But what was frustrating was that, although Miss Ye had finally agreed to reconcile with Lord Jiang, she showed no intention of moving back into the Jiang family home.

Miss Ye was not young anymore, and they, as her maids and old woman servants, were very anxious, okay? The Eldest Lady and Old Master Qi were very anxious, too, okay?

Fortunately, when Song Ping’s household looked inquiringly at their Miss, the young lady moved her chin.

Seeing that the others had stepped back, and that Shi Yu and a few others, who were always very tactful, had kept their distance, Jiang Yifan lowered his voice and asked, "Ah Yan, what about our marriage? When do you plan to marry me?" While speaking, his eyes were intently fixed on Ye Xinyan.

In the darkness, Ye Xinyan felt her face growing hot, but thankfully, she maintained a large degree of lucidity.

With an even softer voice, Ye Xinyan said, "I can’t leave my mother unattended."

Jiang Yifan was startled, "Then, shall we let Mother come with us?" No sooner had he made the suggestion than he looked embarrassed—this idea didn’t seem very reliable.

Indeed, Ye Xinyan immediately shot over a disdainful look, scoffing, "What are you talking about? Even if you and I don’t avoid idle talk, we still couldn’t get past my grandfather and maternal grandfather, not to mention my mother would definitely not agree."

Jiang Yifan grimaced and said, "What should we do?" My fellow apprentice brother is getting married in a few months, and Jinrong that fellow is also wedded in March, he is in a hurry. Isn’t he without a wife? His ready-made wife is right in front of him, how could he just sit and watch?

But, what Ah Yan said was completely unsolvable, wasn’t it? He couldn’t make his father-in-law radically change, and even if, taking a huge step back, his father-in-law could really change, whether his mother-in-law and Ah Yan were willing to forgive was still uncertain.

It had taken a Herculean effort for him to win back his wife. No, it took the strength of countless oxen. That was under the premise that he hadn’t done anything excessive to the original Miss Ye.

But the Ye Family’s eldest son was different; he had truly cherished a concubine for over twenty years and had earnestly harbored malicious thoughts, having hurt the mother-in-law before.

"Ah Yan, do you have any ideas?" Jiang Yifan believed his beloved girl wouldn’t just worry without any ideas.

Ye Xinyan glanced at Jiang Yifan and said, "I want my mother to divorce my father and leave Duke An’s Mansion."

She had thought that given Ye Hongyang’s mushy-headed stupidity and Maternal Aunt Liu’s discontentment, they would always make a scene. Once she caught a grip on something, she could add fuel to the fire, causing an upheaval that would incite Madam Yin to angrily divorce and thus leave Duke An’s Mansion.

However, she hadn’t been back for many days when Ye Hongyang very abruptly brought her a marriage proposal. Before everyone could react, Old Master Ye Tang had knocked Ye Hongyang down to earth, locking up Maternal Aunt Liu directly.

How could she add fuel to the fire then, let alone take the chance to cause trouble, not to mention turning things upside down?

And Ye Hongyang, that scum man, was also truly unreliable. A woman he had cherished for over twenty years, once confined in the Buddhist hall, he cut off all sentimental ties. Ye Xinyan had never imagined that Ye Hongyang’s so-called deep affection could be so fragile.

With Maternal Aunt Liu no longer inciting and Ye Hongyang cowardly hiding in his yard without venturing out, where was she to find a reason to make a fuss?

Ye Xinyan, frustrated, complained to Jiang Yifan, repeatedly lamenting her ill fate, cursing the heavens for outsmarting her immeasurable father first. As a mortal, how could she contend with the will of heaven?

Jiang Yifan could only want to laugh as he listened and comforted, "I got it, it’s nothing difficult, just let your father-in-law dote on another ambitious woman again." Only, his road to wedlock had become ever more distant.

Ye Xinyan perked up upon hearing Jiang Yifan say it so nonchalantly. However, she thought of her grandfather, that old man...

"My grandfather won’t tolerate a speck of dust in his eye; even if he doesn’t know beforehand, he’d find out afterward. If he finds out you, an outsider, meddled in the affairs of Duke’s Mansion and schemed against his son, you’d be done for," Ye Xinyan warned.

Four years ago, after the incident at the old master’s sixtieth birthday, Ye Xinyi, as the most favored grandchild of the Ye Family, was also completely neglected by Duke An and his Wife.

The Duchess was somewhat better. Although she no longer cherished her as before, she didn’t give her the cold shoulder. Duke An, however, had hardly glanced at Ye Xinyi. According to Duke An, the Legitimate Granddaughter playing dead at such an event was due to stupidity, not even considering reputational issues, especially since Miss Ye didn’t even care about her own reputation.

And Maternal Aunt Liu and Ye Xinyi were entirely different; they knew how to cherish their own feathers, meaning they were bound to be hurt unwillingly. Yet, they didn’t understand how to maintain the reputation of Duke An and Duke An’s Mansion, completely disregarding how important a sixty-year-old man’s birthday banquet was, which was truly disheartening.

All this was because Duke An could thoroughly investigate matters. Facing his married-off granddaughter, Duke An could only turn a blind eye, but it was different with Jiang Yifan. Allowing someone surnamed Jiang to scheme against his son and the Duke’s Mansion, the old man would likely go mad.