Was there anything more embarrassing than the indifference of a loved one?

What was sadder than being forgotten?

The memories she carefully treasured with joy were not worth mentioning to King Yan at all. He couldn’t remember who she was at all.

Ling Jingyan covered her face with her hands, tears pouring out from between her fingers.

This time, Ling Jingshu did not comfort her with words, and her voice was calm and calm: “Actually, it’s not a big deal.”

Ling Jingyan’s whole body trembled, she didn’t care to cry anymore and angrily accused: “What you said is too much. To you, it’s not a big deal, but to me, it’s a very important matter!”

Ling Jingshu looked at Ling Jingyan, her eyes a little cold: “Even if he remembers you, so what?”

Ling Jingyan: “… …”

Ling Jingyan was choked and speechless.

“Even if he remembers you, even if he still has some affection for you, will he marry you as Princess Yan?”

Ling Jingshu’s pretty face was expressionless, and her voice was a little colder: “He is Empress Xu’s legitimate son, his status is more noble than that of King An and King Kang. In terms of holy family members, he even surpasses the Crown Prince who is resting in the East Palace. The only one who can compete with him is the Imperial Grandson.”

“Empress Xu will choose the right person for King Yan. She will be extra cautious when choosing a consort for her son. As a mere fourth-grade official, it is impossible for you to be the consort of King Yan.”

“In fact, you know this very well. Even if the King of Yan looks at you differently, he will marry you as a side concubine at most. Are you willing to be a concubine?”

Ling Jingyan bit her lips hard, and there was a deep mark on her dry lips.

Of course, she was not willing to give in!

“Let’s put this aside for now. Even if you are willing to wrong yourself, my uncle and aunt will definitely not agree.” Ling Jingshu’s tone was very firm.

Ling Jingyan was stunned for a moment, and then she squeezed out a few words: “Why did you say that?”

Ling Jingshu twitched the corners of her lips and asked without answering: “Yān tángjiě, why did dàbó^[1]paternal uncle who is elder to father specifically select tángsǎo^[2]wife of paternal male cousin for tángxiōng?”^[3]paternal cousin

Ling Jingyan thought for a while and replied uncertainly: “Although my dasao is a shu daughter, she was raised in front of her dímǔ ^[4]direct mother, or the main wife of father. She is both talented and beautiful and has a good background. Of course, she is a good match for my eldest brother.”

Ling Jingshu smiled: “You are right. Tángsǎo is beautiful and smart, and she and tángxiōng are a match made in heaven. However, it was not just because of these that my dàbó wanted to seek this marriage.”

“Tángsǎo comes from the Jiang family. Although not directly in the line of the Duke of Ying, she has the closest ties among the branches that interact with the Duke’s household. The late Empress Jiang, tángsǎo, used to address her as gū zǔmǔ^[5]paternal great-aunt. Even though Empress Jiang is no longer with us, the communication between the Crown Prince and his maternal uncle’s family has never ceased.”

“Dàbó wants to use this marriage to get involved with the Eastern Palace. How could he allow you to marry King Yan?”

Ling Jingyan’s face suddenly turned pale as if she had been hit hard by a punch in the chest.

Ling Jingshu was so calm that she was almost cold and told the truth that made Ling Jingyan’s heartache the most: “What’s more, King Yan has no special affection for you. Everything is your unrequited love and wishful thinking. Even if you are willing to be a concubine, and if dàbó is willing to give in, King Yan will not marry you.”

Ling Jingyan: “…”

Hit the nail on the head! Every sentence touched her most vulnerable and sad place.

The tears that had stopped burst out again in an instant.

Ling Jingyan cried so hard that she was hoarse. She cried until she lost all strength, then lay on Ling Jingshu’s shoulder and continued sobbing.

Ling Jingshu felt distressed when she saw Ling Jingyan crying so sadly and despairingly. However, this short-term pain was better than the long-term pain.

Instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in the future and unable to extricate herself, it would be better to cut off Ling Jingyan’s unnecessary obsession as soon as possible.

…

No matter how thick the door panel is, it couldn’t stop Ling Jingyan’s crying. Not to mention, Ling Jingyan cried intermittently for a long time.

Bai Yu couldn’t help but feel worried secretly when she heard it.

She didn’t feel sorry for Ling Jingyan, but she was thinking about Ling Jingshu in her heart.

Ling Jingyan cried so miserably, to outsiders, it looked like she had been bullied by Ling Jingshu… If the eldest lady and the eldest master found out, they would probably turn their anger on Ling Jingshu.

Bai Yu pondered for a moment, then quietly moved to the side of the maid Bitao, and whispered: “Bitao, Miss Eighth has been crying for almost half an hour. I don’t know what is going on inside, so why don’t the two of us knock on the door and ask.”

There were six maids around Ling Jingyan, and the eighteen-year-old Bitao was the first-class maid.

Bitao shook her head after hearing this suggestion. He whispered: “You must not knock on the door. Our lady usually cares about face the most, but now she is crying so sadly for some reason. We should pretend that we don’t know. If we knock on the door too much, the lady will definitely become angry. By then we all will be in trouble.”

Bai Yu frowned slightly: “Are we just going to listen to it and wait?”

Bitao nodded vigorously with a sincere expression.

The other maids nodded in unison.

Bai Yu: “…”

Bai Yu silently swallowed the words that reached her lips.

After waiting for a while, the crying from the door finally stopped.

…

Ling Jingyan cried for a long time, and her voice was already hoarse from crying.

At this time, she finally stopped crying and just sat there in a daze. Not moving at all. A pair of eyes were red and swollen, and their gaze was dull and unfocused.

Ling Jingshu’s shoulders were wet, mixed with tears and snot… That’s it, this was not the time to worry about it.

“Yān tángjiě, you have been crying for so long, you should feel better now!”

Crying was the best way to vent your depression. After crying for so long, no matter how much pain there was, it was all vented out.

Ling Jingyan hummed weakly.

Ling Jingshu looked at Ling Jingyan and sincerely suggested: “It’s getting late. Auntie will ask someone to come and ask us to have dinner soon. You can find any excuse, just say you have a headache or stomachache, don’t go Auntie’s over there.”

Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she looked so weak and depressed. Anyone with eyes could tell that something was wrong.

Ling Jingyan hummed again.

Ling Jingshu stood up: “You have a good rest, I’ll go back and change clothes. I’ll be with you again tomorrow.”

Ling Jingyan nodded silently.

Ling Jingshu turned around and left. Just when her hand touched the door latch, a sentence suddenly came out from behind her: “Ah Shu, actually you are right. Everything is my own wishful thinking. King Yan doesn’t remember who I am, and he doesn’t care about me at all. I have a good impression of him. I should have forgotten him as soon as possible.”

Hearing what Ling Jingyan said, Ling Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief and felt quite happy in her heart: “You are right to think so…”

“However, I have liked him for so long. I probably won’t forget it for a while. Give me the name card he gave you! When I miss him, I’ll take it out and take a look.”

Ling Jingshu: “…”

(To be continued .)