When this was said, the servant girls around laughed.
Gu Ying quickly said in embarrassment and anger, "You old woman, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Jiang's mother was shocked, her face turned pale, and seeing the servant girls around her laughing at her, she didn't know what she had said wrong either, and the happy expression on her old face froze.
Gu Ying's mouth corner pulled out an harmless shallow smile. She calmly pulled Jiang's mother's hand, lowered her eyes, and her small hand stroked the rough palm that had slapped her countless times.
She hated this old woman countless times, but when she really saw her being respectful to her without daring to say a harsh word, she just wanted to laugh.
"Old mother, aren't you just old and your eyes are blurred? Look closely, I'm not your future daughter-in-law, I'm your future daughter-in-law's younger sister, Gu Ying."
She deliberately dragged out her tone to let Jiang's mother hear the two words Gu Ying clearly. Unfortunately, Jiang's mother didn't remember her, otherwise, her expression now must have been very interesting.
Jiang's mother's old face flushed red all of a sudden, "Oh my, this this... it's old me who misspoke! Young lady don't blame old me!"
Gu Ying's eyes contained a trace of coldness in her smile. "I don't blame you. After all, you haven't seen the big world, mistaking someone is common. Old mother, don't you think, I am the legitimate daughter of the Earl of Dongping, how could I marry your son?"
Jiang's mother didn't know why, she finally felt Gu Ying's malice towards her.
She pursed her lips and dared not speak with obedience.
"Miss Jiang, why haven't you gone in yet?" Gu Ying tilted her head and smiled gracefully and gently.
Jiang Ling'er didn't expect Gu Ying to take the initiative to greet her. She was flattered and swallowed her saliva. "I... I'm waiting for my brother."
"Oh? Miss Jiang's brother is here."
Gu Ying seemed to see the figure and chuckled softly, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
The beautiful woman's smile made Jiang Yin who was walking behind Jiang Ling'er lose his mind.
His brows wrinkled first, he looked straight at Gu Ying. His eyes gradually sunk, he looked deeply at her, his eyes were extremely dark, revealing some resentment.
It was rare for the yard of Yongshou Hall to be so lively, it was a pity that the weather was bad, snow fluttered, lead clouds covered the sky, and Jiang Yin's face looked even worse than the weather, as cold as an ice cellar.
Gu Ying met his strong gaze, and she was extremely excited inside, "Master Jiang, please?"
Jiang Yin's gloomy eyes fell on the smile at the corner of Gu Ying's lips. His heart ached sharply again.
"Brother." Jiang Ling'er seemed to have found a lifesaver and pulled Jiang Yin's sleeve tightly, "Let's go in first, it's a bit cold outside."
Jiang Yin turned his head and patted Jiang Ling'er's back of hand twice, and walked into Yongshou Hall with her, brushing past Gu Ying.
"The young master's family is poor, I'm afraid this time he can't even afford a good betrothal gift."
"Of course, didn't you see the patches on the young lady's clothes? There are patches on it."
"A family from the countryside, can't get on the stage. In the future, they will probably rely on our Earl's House to give alms to their family. The young lady is so pitiful, marrying into such a family, will she have good days to live in the future?"
Jiang Ling'er listened to the whispers of the maidservants, her cheeks flushed with irritation, but she couldn't behave like those young ladies.
She lowered her head more humbly, standing behind Jiang's mother and Jiang Yin like a servant.
What they said was right, the Jiang family really couldn't afford a decent betrothal gift.
Jiang Yin had only raised one hundred taels of silver by selling the ancestral house, which was negligible in front of the Gu family.
Gu Old Madam was furious immediately and bluntly proposed, "In that case, your son can only marry into our family!"
As soon as Jiang's mother heard this, she hurriedly stood up and said angrily, "Marry into your family? That's impossible! My son Jiang Yin is the only descendant in his generation! He is the only incense left in the Jiang family and cannot marry into your family! Cannot! Don't think you can bully us common people by relying on your power and status!"
Gu Jia's dowry was hundreds of times more than Jiang Yin's betrothal gift. Jiang Yin had taken Gu Jia's chastity, so it was nothing for the groom's side, but the bride's side refused to marry, which was embarrassing.
However, as soon as Gu Old Madam's threatening words came out, Jiang's mother and Jiang Ling'er, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't find a word to refute.
The matchmakers of both sides had extremely embarrassed and ugly expressions.
However, Jiang Yin frowned gloomily, listening to Gu Old Madam arguing with his mother, he uncomfortably pinched his brow and said heavily, "I agree to marry into your family."
His weighty words finally settled the dust.
Gu Ying watched the excitement inside for a while, then got bored directly. She stretched out her slender fingers, covered her mouth and yawned lazily, "Yin Lan, let's go back."
She didn't even want to watch the show anymore, and felt that Jiang Yin and his whole family were inauspicious.
From now on, let Gu Jia enjoy all the hardships she had suffered before.
...
Gu Ying left Yongshou Hall with Yin Lan and first went to Mohufang to see Gu Ning's leg disease.
She dismissed Cui Ling and rolled up Gu Ning's trouser legs by herself. It seemed that in the few days she went to the winter hunting ground, Cui Ling had not taken good care of her brother either.
On the contrary, there were several more deep and shallow purple and blue bruises on his waist and legs. Especially on the most embarrassing part of his inner thighs, there were some too.
Gu Ning suddenly closed his legs tightly, his face was bloodless, he looked at Gu Ying's pained expression timidly, unable to lift his head.
Gu Ying's heart was twisted like a knife. She didn't uncover his wounds, just quietly hugged his weak body and distressedly said, "Why is it getting more and more painful? Ning, can you try getting off the bed?"
Gu Ning shook his head. He bit his teeth, walked two steps off the bed, his forehead was already sweating, and his fingers began to show symptoms of numbness and spasms. It could be seen that the illness was getting more and more serious.
Seeing him struggling to try to stand up, Gu Ying felt extremely distressed. She quickly helped him back to the bed.
"Alright, Ning, let's not go anymore. Your illness can't be rushed, we have to take it slow."
"I'm already crippled..." The teenager said hoarsely, lifeless.
He seemed to have given up. He pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, sitting limply on the bed like a fragile porcelain doll, revealing a broken smile.
