My younger sister insisted on marrying me and made me the Marquis' wife.

Chapter 262 Mask cracked
Qin Wan had a cold face and withdrew her hand.

But his hand was held tightly by Lin's mother's strong hand.

Mother Lin continued earnestly, "Ziqi's illness may delay his exams. It's fine for me. I can go back to my hometown and be a juren's mother. I can live a good life. But you are the legitimate daughter of the Imperial College's chief priest. It's really unfair for you to follow us back to your hometown."

After a few words, Lin's mother arrested Qin Wan again.

Qin Wan shook off her hand and sat aside waiting for Lin Ziqi to wake up.

If it were any other day, she would never have endured such a big loss and would have quarreled with Lin's mother.

At worst, Lin Ziqi would have to coax her into softening her heart.

But Lin Ziqi suddenly fainted, so Qin Wan didn't dare to attack, and thus she lost the opportunity.

The cook prepared the meal and boiled the medicine. Lin's mother went to eat alone, leaving her alone to guard the bed.

The maid couldn't help but whisper, "Could it be that the young lady has suffered this injustice in vain?"

Qin Wan had her own ideas. She said, "Right now, the Lin family is in trouble. I should put aside the past grudges, treat him well, and ask for a doctor to treat him. Even if he has a heart of stone, he should remember my kindness. This is the way to be a wife."

The maid sighed softly.

I really don't understand why the young lady would abandon the God of War and go to such great lengths to marry this poor guy.

The last time I went to the Marquis' Mansion, I had a conversation with Hongye and Cuiming. Their dress and appearance are now completely different from the past, and I am much more shabby than before. Mother Lin never has a good face for these maids who came with the dowry. If the young lady doesn't stand up, I can't imagine how miserable her future will be.

The young lady must have gone insane.

Qin Wan was in no mood to talk. After a while, Lin Ziqi finally woke up. He looked listless and didn't want to say a word. Qin Wan whispered, "Ziqi, are you awake? The medicine is ready. I'll have someone bring it to you."

Lin Ziqi didn't say anything, just nodded.

Qin Wan ordered someone to bring the medicine. Before she could say anything, Lin's mother rushed in, calling out "son, meat!" and said, "Good son, hurry up and take the medicine. Mother will feed you. Don't be afraid of the bitterness."

After saying that, he picked up the medicine bowl and was about to feed it to Lin Ziqi. Qin Wan was pushed aside. It was not right for her to leave, but it was also awkward for her to stay.

While feeding her son medicine, Lin's mother said, "You scared me. I only have you as my son. If anything happens to you, who will I turn to? Fortunately, the doctor came quickly, otherwise I would have cried to death. You are weak and you have to study, so you must not waste your body. As long as you pass the imperial examination, good days are still ahead. What is there to be afraid of?"

Qin Wan: “…”

This was the same thing that Lin's mother had said before, scolding her for being shameless and hooking up with Lin Ziqi. But Lin Ziqi didn't hear it. He just thought that Lin's mother was worried about his health. He said, "I'm sorry for being unfilial. I've been studying too much in the Imperial College these days, so I fainted because of a headache. It's not a serious illness and I've never had it before."

Qin Wan wanted to tell Lin Ziqi what the doctor said, but before she could open her mouth, Lin's mother said, "My son, just take care of your health and don't work too hard on your studies. Just take the medicine and take care of your health. It's okay."

The maid couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Lin Ziqi drank the medicine in a hurry and said, "Siyuan and I live together. He goes to bed late and gets up early every day. He never puts down his book. The time is approaching, and I can't help but worry." Lin's mother said indifferently, "He is not as talented as you in poetry. He can't catch up with you in this aspect. If you compare yourself with others, it's fine, but why compare with him?"

Qin Wan and Lin Ziqi both looked a little ugly.

Lin Ziqi chased Lin's mother to rest, and then Qin Wan served them dinner. The couple didn't say much. After dinner, Fang said coldly: "You were too ignorant today. You pushed mother to the point of hanging herself. I usually accompany her with caution, isn't it just to make you give in to her for my sake? I study in the Imperial College all day, can you be good and not cause trouble? You are the legitimate daughter of the Imperial College's chief priest, how can you act like a woman in the market without knowing the limit? If mother is in trouble, will you still be alive? If there is a next time, a slap in the face will be the least of your punishment."

These words are too harsh, and Qin Wan can't bear it.

If she doesn't make a clear distinction, the dirty water will be thrown on her. If Lin Ziqi and Lin's mother tell others about it, how can she live?
Qin Wan was so angry that she was shaking. She choked and said, "Why don't you ask your mother-in-law what she is making a fuss about? If she hangs herself all day long because of something like this, I can't afford to pay for it even if I have a hundred lives."

Lin Ziqi was in no mood to coax her.

Today was not a holiday. He read the poetry collection sent by Shen Changle and felt depressed. He asked for leave to go home and rest, but he didn't expect that his home was not quiet either.

Lin Ziqi glanced at Qin Wan in annoyance, regretting it secretly in his heart.

Seeing that he remained silent, Qin Wan trembled even more violently, and shrilly said, "Last time, I had a terrible quarrel with your mother, and my parents didn't ask me to go back. This time, it was because of the poetry collection that my mother asked me to go back. Before I left, I told her to just tell the cook what she wanted to eat, but she didn't eat anything herself. When she saw me coming back, she started to make a scene. I explained a few words to her, and she wanted to hang herself. What do you think I want?"

Qin Wan's face was full of tears, and she cried, "My parents have distanced themselves from us. They sent someone to invite me today. If I don't go, what will my parents think? Your mother treated me like this, and you slapped me without knowing the truth."

Lin Ziqi's mind was completely focused on the poetry collection. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and annoyance, hugged her in his arms, coaxed her a few words, and then asked, "What did my father-in-law say about the poetry collection?"

Actually, I wanted to ask what Qin Jijiu thought of his poems.

But Qin Wan refused to follow his wishes and said, "My father said that Master Gu Liu's poems can now be understood. Although they are not very good, they are fluent and simple, and the pictures are also very well drawn. After this collection of poems is released, no one will say that he is a playboy and a fool anymore."

Lin Ziqi's face flashed with annoyance, and he asked, "What else?"

Qin Wan looked at him straight, and then said, "Cousin Siyuan has finally come to his senses, and he has done a great job. This collection of poems contains the poems written by both of you adults, as well as the postscript. It will surely be widely circulated in the future. You and cousin Siyuan will both benefit from it, and you can support each other when you enter the court in the future."

The flesh on Lin Ziqi's cheek twitched, and his handsome face looked quite rugged.

He half-lowered his eyes and looked at Qin Wan.

The cold eyes concealed a hint of brutality, and the mask of a gentle gentleman would break at the slightest touch.

Since Qin Wan had read the collection of poems, she could naturally see that among the poems he wrote that day, only the one she got in her dream could compare with Qin Siyuan's, and the others were far inferior.

It was all Gu Jingjun’s fault for being such a dandy and wanting to pretend to be cultured, relying on Lord Gu’s power to make such a big scene.

God knows how angry he was when he heard that five hundred copies had to be printed.

Yet he had to act as if he was proud of it, and lamented in public that he had taken great advantage of the Marquis's Mansion.