Even if you don't have common sense, you should have watched a few palace fighting dramas, right
Su Qiao decided to help her catch up with her lessons and let her know how treacherous human nature is, so that next time she encounters the apocalypse, she won't be killed within two episodes.
Wiping the corners of his eyes, Su Qiao said with a distressed look, "Cousin, I know you despise him because his family has fallen into poverty, you despise him because he is no longer a young master, and you despise him because he is not in a clear mind due to the stimulation. But since my father betrothed me to him before he died, I will follow him wherever he goes. I will never leave him."
The young scholar finally pushed Uncle Ya away, rushed to the front, and anxiously grabbed Su Qiao's hand: "My wife, don't cry, let's go home and ignore this bad woman."
Although he didn't quite understand what Su Qiao said just now, he knew that his wife was sad because of Su Weixue.
"I'm fine." Su Qiao was afraid that he would do something wrong, so she quickly comforted him.
Everyone was surprised when they saw this scene.
"So you're already married?"
"Who said that the girl had an affair with the Taoist priest? They were already married, and it was done by her father before he died. How could such a rumor that ruined her reputation spread? Isn't this harming people?"
Everyone was not a fool, and their eyes vaguely fell on Su Weixue.
This girl looks kind, but in fact she has a lot of ulterior motives.
Even Li Bingyi stared at her with a scrutinizing look.
Su Weixue couldn't help but feel everyone's gazes, and her face looked very bad: "Cousin, when did you marry him? When did your uncle betroth you to him?"
The young scholar was originally feeling sorry for his wife and was using his sleeve to carefully wipe the corners of her eyes. When he heard this, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Why are you being so mean to my wife?"
"This in my wife's hand is my betrothal gift. We have been married for a long time."
"My dear, don't pay attention to her. When I pass the imperial examination, I will buy you something better. She will be so jealous."
"Um."
Su Qiao nodded softly.
Then he turned to look at Su Weixue who looked angry: "Cousin, please don't bother us."
"Cousin, I am just an ordinary little village girl. My father is just a hunter. I am already very satisfied to be able to marry him. I can't compare with you, cousin."
"You have been beautiful and sweet-talking since you were young. You can please your grandparents and are also a good maid. You will definitely marry a rich young master in the future."
"Although Mr. Liu's family was attacked by bandits, except for Young Master Liu, whose life or death is unknown, everyone else died tragically at the hands of the bandits, but that has nothing to do with you."
"Those who say that you are too unlucky and will definitely kill the entire Liu family are talking nonsense. Don't believe them. You must find someone who is rich, capable, and of high status."
Su Qiao also had an expression of 'deep sisterly love', but her expression, eyes, and tone all revealed her sincerity, unlike Su Weixue's fake expression.
Su Weixue's face grew gloomier as she listened. She was so angry that she was shaking. She no longer cared about maintaining the illusion of a "deep sisterly love": "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Su Qiao glanced around, his expression somewhat annoyed, as if he was regretting his gaffe, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'm talking nonsense, what I just said was nonsense, I usually like to talk nonsense."
After saying that, she stuffed the clothes in her hand back to Su Weixue without waiting for Su Weixue to reply: "By the way, cousin, you should take this clothes back and wear them yourself. The clothes you are wearing..."