mtlumby2d Chapter 149 The Male Protagonist's Cannon Fodder Fiancée in a Farming Novel (Part 2)
Chapter 149 The Male Protagonist's Cannon Fodder Fiancée in a Farming Novel (Part 2)
As she spoke, Madam Su tightened her grip on Su Su's hand, her eyes filled with tenderness and resolve.
"Once this storm passes and the rumors subside, your mother will find a way to annul the engagement for you. Acting rashly right now is indeed inappropriate, just as your father said."
Not to mention the gossip of the common people, even among the high-ranking families in the capital, which one wasn't listening intently to the news and watching others make a fool of themselves?
If you were to break off the engagement now, it would severely damage your reputation, and finding a good match in the future would likely be much more difficult.
As she spoke, Madam Su gently touched the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, as if she had already imagined the hardships her daughter might face in the future, and her eyes reddened slightly.
"Your mother only has one precious daughter, and I will definitely protect you and not let you suffer any injustice. Don't worry, your mother knows what she's doing."
Looking at Su Su's face, which was as still as water, Madam Su felt a pang of sadness and worry. She was certain that Su Su's distraught appearance meant that she was still deeply troubled by the disappearance of Qi Yun.
Madam Su knew her daughter too well. In the past, Su Su's eyes seemed to hold sparkling stars, lively and cheerful. But now, she was like a candle that had burned out, leaving only dimness and loneliness.
She felt a pang of heartache and stepped forward to gently take Su Su's hand. The hand was so cold that it made Madam Su shiver.
Mrs. Su forced a smile and started talking, rambling on about the trivial and interesting things that happened in the neighborhood.
Su Su simply lowered her eyes and responded half-heartedly. Those trivial family matters were like a light breeze, going in one ear and out the other. Her heart and mind were filled with thoughts of Fu Qiyun's death.
I finally made it back to my room, but the sky outside was as dark as spilled ink, thick and black.
Su Su waved wearily, dismissing the servants waiting beside her, her voice tinged with impatience: "Go and light the lamps, I'm tired and need to rest."
The servants filed out, and the room instantly fell silent except for Su Su's increasingly heavy breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Su Su's figure vanished from the spot.
When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a quiet little village, the very place where Fu Qiyun and Liang Linglan, the female protagonist of a farming novel who had transmigrated from another world, were.
At this moment, Fu Qiyun was still suffering from amnesia, and his eyes were fixed on Liang Linglan.
In just a few days, the ambiguous feelings between the two grew wildly, and their every move revealed their undisguised intimacy.
Fu Qiyun was grinding soybeans for Liang Linglan at the moment. He held the millstone firmly in his hand and pushed it hard again and again. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he was enjoying himself.
Liang Linglan stood to the side, her slender fingers deftly picking and sorting the flowers she had picked on the mountain that day.
Suddenly, an unexpected event occurred! As Liang Linglan turned over the basket on her back, a small green snake hissed and flicked its tongue, darting out like lightning.
Liang Linglan was so frightened that her face turned pale instantly, all color drained from her eyes, and she scattered the flowers in her hand on the ground. Her scream shattered the tranquility of the village.
Fu Qiyun reacted extremely quickly, as if by telepathy. With a long stride, he was in front of Liang Linglan. His arms wrapped around her slender waist like iron clamps, and his right foot kicked the basket. A sharp sickle flew out with a strong wind and with a crisp "crack", the little green snake was cut in two.
But who could have predicted that the snake's head would still open its mouth wide, its two sharp teeth looking terrifying, and a strange light would flash in its cold snake eyes as it lunged straight at the two of them.
Without a second thought, Fu Qiyun stretched out his large hand and resolutely stood in front of Liang Linglan.
But the snake's fangs pierced through his clothes and embedded themselves deep in his flesh, instantly staining the fabric with blood.
Fu Qiyun groaned in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his arm trembling violently as he desperately tried to shake it, but the snake's head seemed to be attached to his hand, remaining completely still.
The toxin spread rapidly, turning Fu Qiyun's lips bluish-purple and her face ashen and lifeless. Her legs went weak, and she uncontrollably collapsed towards Liang Linglan.
Su Su, hidden in the shadows, took in the whole scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the powder, carried by the night breeze, silently settled on them.
She had originally planned to turn Fu Qiyun into a eunuch and then wait for him to return to the general's mansion to watch the show, but she changed her mind when she saw the two of them.
The original owner waited for Fu Qiyun for half a year, but still received no news of him and no remains were found.
Even the old lady of the General's Mansion, Fu Qiyun's grandmother, came to break off the engagement several times, and her mother also tried to persuade her again and again.
However, all of them were rejected by the original owner.
But on the next occasion, the original owner actually complied with their wishes and accepted the annulment of the engagement.
Before long, she really will become an old maid.
However, in just three months, she married one of her father's students.
Although life wasn't wealthy, it could be described as smooth sailing.
Six months later, Fu Qiyun returned, bringing with him a woman who claimed to be his wife and savior.
She is Liang Linglan, the female lead of the small world.
Rumors circulated in the capital that Fu Qiyun doted on her and loved her, and even the old lady disliked her but couldn't do anything about it.
But all of this has nothing to do with the original owner, since she has already broken off her engagement and become someone else's wife.
But Liang Linglan dragged her around in the street, making a scene and pointing her finger at the original owner while cursing.
She then became an ungrateful person, a selfish person.
She was criticized by everyone, even her husband started to berate her, and concubines were brought in one after another.
Minister Su, who was usually adept at maneuvering in the court and weighing the pros and cons, was now firmly trapped by the shackles of public opinion.
The situation in the imperial court is treacherous, with various forces eyeing the court covetously, and any move could have far-reaching consequences.
Although the original owner's husband's despicable behavior was contemptible, if the Su family rashly stepped in to deal with him, it would inevitably give others a handle to use against him, becoming an excellent pretext for political enemies to attack him.
Minister Su could only swallow his resentment and helplessness, while maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, pretending to be unaware of his son-in-law's actions.
In contrast, Madam Su completely lost her usual dignified and composed demeanor, her heart and eyes filled only with the grievances suffered by her daughter.
She barged into her son-in-law's house, yelling and cursing as she rolled up her sleeves, firmly protecting the original owner of the body behind her.
After being disturbed by Madam Su, the original owner's husband finally calmed down and dared not cause any more trouble.
But who could have predicted that rumors of the Minister of Revenue abusing his power would suddenly appear in the capital and quickly sweep across the city like a surging undercurrent.
In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns, people whispered and gossiped, embellishing the story of Madam Su's outburst at her husband's house, completely ignoring the cause and effect.
Taking advantage of the situation, his rivals in the court whispered in the emperor's ear, and the emperor immediately found a pretext to summon Minister Su to the imperial court and severely reprimand him, ordering him to go home immediately to reflect on his actions.
When Minister Su returned home, his former high spirits and vigor had vanished. He sighed all day long, and his heavy sighs could often be heard from his study.
The atmosphere at home was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. The servants walked on tiptoe, afraid of incurring bad luck.
The original owner's situation was even more miserable.
Her reputation was utterly ruined by this incident, becoming utterly tarnished.
Every time she went out, she was treated like a rat in the street. The people completely disregarded the fact that she was once a precious young lady of the Su family. Rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were thrown at her like raindrops, and sticky juices covered her head and face, making her look extremely disheveled.
The mother-in-law at home has become increasingly sharp-tongued and mean-spirited, often saying sarcastically, "You've been married into the family for so long, and you can't even lay an egg. What good are you!"
Completely disregarding the fact that there were servants in the house, they specifically assigned the dirtiest and most tiring jobs to Su Su.
In the dead of night, the original owner stayed at the loom, only allowed to rest after weaving the required amount of cloth.
What's even more terrifying is the husband. Once he encounters setbacks or obstacles in his career, he vents all his resentment on the original owner of the body.
He grabbed the original owner by the hair, threw him violently to the ground, and rained down punches and kicks, leaving the original owner covered in wounds and on the verge of death.
Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth and forehead. The original owner weakly begged for mercy, but was met with even more brutal beatings.
Even though she was injured like this, her husband couldn't bear to spend money to hire a doctor, leaving the original owner curled up and groaning on the cold ground, struggling between life and death.
The original owner could not bear this inhuman torture. Every day was an ordeal, and there was not a glimmer of hope in sight.
Finally, in the dead of night, with her tears dried up, she looked resolute, her hands trembling as she picked up a needle and thread and swallowed one steel needle after another.
A sharp, stabbing pain spread from her throat to her chest and abdomen. Blood spurted from the corner of her mouth as she slowly collapsed to the ground, finally freed from this endless suffering. Yet, her eyes remained wide open until the very end, filled with hatred and resentment.