"My mother sent someone to the palace and told me that Baoyu and Baochai are about to have a good time. I'm afraid they will get married in a few days... My mother has been busy with Baoyu's marriage for several years. Now that her wish has come true, she is naturally very happy.

, she asked someone to send a message, asking me to give Baoyu a favor and grant me a marriage based on my status as a noble concubine... Hahaha... How does mother know my situation... How does she know my difficulties..."

Jia Yuanchun said quietly, with no joy in his voice, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

She had raised Baoyu single-handedly, and the two of them were called brother and sister, but they actually had the same love as mother and son. Now that Baoyu is about to get married, she is so ordinary, which is really surprising.

When Jia Cong heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Jia Yuanchun.

At this time, Jia Yuanchun had already stood up from behind the curtain and came out. She was looking sideways at the dark hall, her eyes were empty and her face was neither sad nor happy.

Her profile is extremely beautiful.

Perhaps because she is too thin, the profile of her face is unrealistically beautiful. Only in paintings can she have such a slender and graceful arc, but it is rarely found in the human world.

"Is Baoyu going to marry Xue Baochai?"

Jia Cong frowned.

It's strange that there hasn't been any movement at Mrs. Wang's place these past few days. It turns out she is busy with such a big thing. No wonder...

But is Xue Baochai really willing to marry Jia Baoyu?

And is Jia Baoyu really willing to go to Xue Baochai?

Is this the so-called golden match?

I'm afraid that this good relationship will turn into a bad relationship in the end, and it will screw up both of them.

Jia Cong's eyes were momentarily attracted by Yuan Chun's slender face. He stared at Yuan Chun, but what he was thinking about was Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Jia Yuanchun sighed again: "My mother asked someone to tell me that she thought it would be best if she asked me to ask the emperor to grant me a marriage. Even if the emperor refuses, I, as a virtuous concubine, will

But the empress can also grant marriage...hehehe...it turns out that in the eyes of my mother, my daughter is still very noble and has infinite glory...hehehe..."

Jia Yuanchun sneered every line he spoke, and his laughter was full of sarcasm and sadness.

Jia Cong frowned and said nothing, and even lowered his head to wipe his tears while holding Qin in his arms.

Jia Yuanchun laughed a few times, his empty eyes still looking into the dark void.

"Baoyu... even Baoyu is getting married... too... he has grown up... and can marry a wife... but I can't see him..."

Yuanchun sighed.

Jia Cong couldn't bear to look at her anymore. Her overly slender, delicate and beautiful profile made him very uncomfortable.

So he lowered his head, but heard Yuan Chun snort and say: "My mother thought that I was a virtuous concubine, and that I was so favored by the emperor that I could ask for another favor for her precious son...

It's a pity that I can't do it anymore...it would disappoint her..."

Jia Cong heard that Yuanchun's tone seemed to be sarcastic, so he couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at her again, only to see that the corners of Yuanchun's eyes were shining, as if tears were falling down.

"When I was only thirteen years old, my mother begged me to come to the palace. She begged me to come to the palace for the sake of the future of the Jia family. I agreed."

Jia Yuanchun still looked up at the dark corner of the hall and continued mumbling to himself, as if talking in his sleep.

Jia Cong looked at her, feeling vaguely sorry for the woman in front of him who was as slender and thin as a piece of paper, but extremely beautiful.

She is only twenty-six years old, which should be the most beautiful and mature age for a woman in her life, and she should be in full bloom. But the Jia Yuanchun in front of her is like a rose stubbornly blooming in the cold wind of winter? So beautiful? So out of season.

Jia Yuanchun didn't look at him, her eyes were still staring at the ethereal sky. There was nothingness there, just like the years she wasted in the deep palace, gloomy and leaving no trace.

"After I entered the palace, my mother asked me to please the emperor and compete with the women in the palace for the sake of Rongguo Mansion, for my parents, brothers and sisters to live proudly, and for the Jia family to continue their glory. I also agreed.

It's... In the past ten years or so in the palace, I have been competing for favors and fighting with others... I'm so tired... Sometimes I really don't know who I am so shameless for... I don't live my life at all.

Like a human being...as long as he is a human being...who would be willing to live so shamelessly?"

Jia Yuanchun's tone was filled with sadness and anger, as if he was complaining about himself. But after all, there was nowhere to vent his sadness and anger. As he spoke, this sadness and anger turned into sobs.

In the empty hall, only her screams could be heard.

The sobs became deeper and deeper, and the sadness and pain hidden in them were unbearable to listen to.

Baoqin couldn't help but sobbed softly again. She was just afraid that the eldest lady, who was tough and tough by nature, would blame her, so she could only suppress her sadness and didn't dare to cry loudly.

When Jia Cong saw the two sad women in front of him, the disgust in his heart slowly turned into sympathy. He quietly retreated and just wanted to leave here. This place was too desolate and sad, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

Jia Yuanchun seemed to see him leaving, and turned her head slightly to look over. Her eyes were still cold, like the water of a mountain stream in winter, clear but bone-chillingly cold.

"Are you leaving?"

Jia Yuanchun asked softly.

"I……"

Jia Cong could only stop again and look away. He couldn't bear to look at Jia Yuanchun's cold and thin face.

That face was unusually beautiful, but also unusually cold.

In a quick glance, he could see a little more clearly.

Jia Yuanchun was indeed a very beautiful woman, far above all the women in the Jia family, but her beauty was too unreal.

She is as beautiful as a sculpture, the work of the most talented sculptor in the world who worked hard to carve it out, and it is an irreplaceable work.

She stood there coldly, lifeless.

Anyone who sees her will be amazed by her beauty.

No matter who sees her, they will become cautious and even dare not breathe out, for fear that breathing too hard will destroy her.

She is so beautiful and so delicate and fragile.

"I...I won't leave...you tell me..."

Jia Cong hurriedly whispered soothingly.

Before they met, his heart was full of complaints and hatred towards her. He thought that the decline of the Jia family was due to her.

But now that he saw her, he couldn't bear to blame her for anything.

It turned out that she didn't want to do this, but she had no choice but to be forced by her parents.

The stunning Grand View Garden was not something she was happy with. It was built by everyone in the Jia family in order to show off their prominence and wealth to the world.

The Grand View Garden is extremely majestic, and it came into being entirely because of the woman in front of me.

But the Grand View Garden has nothing to do with her. She is just a sculpture in the garden at most.

The beauty of the Grand View Garden is rare in the world, and Jia Yuanchun is also as beautiful as the only one in the world. Just like the most beautiful statue in the Grand View Garden, the two complement each other.
Chapter completed!