vstars Chapter 895 Chapter 895
Chapter 895 Chapter 895
Song Youan raised his disfigured but still pitiful face and said, "Prince, we have such a relationship. Over the years, have you ever allowed me to tell others about it? If I don't go to Yingxue Pavilion, where else can I go?"
"You lit the aphrodisiac in there—"
"The king of the county!"
Before He Jiang could finish, Song Youan yelled, "The friendship between the prince and I is deep, why do we need that kind of stuff? It's such a low-class thing that even the Music Bureau doesn't need it!"
When Song Youan said this, regardless of the unbearable pain and bruises all over his body, he crawled forward on his knees, hugged He Jiang's legs and feet, and began to cry out hysterically for injustice.
"You'an is now disfigured and has become a burden in the Music Bureau. I can only rely on the prince. If you fall, where will I be reborn? Just because of this mistake, I was plotted by Jin Fuyun. The prince ignored the real evidence and blamed it all on You'an. You'an has no way to defend himself, so he might as well die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily towards He Jiang.
"Thank you for your protection over the years, my Lord. See you in the next life, my dear!"
The blow caused a break in the forehead, which was covered in blood, which surprised He Jiang. Before he could react, Song Youan had already stood up and ran out the door.
"stop!"
He Liu chased after him and scolded, "You actually want to escape!"
Outside the house, the garden was covered with snow. The Spider Pond was not a big place and was usually looked after by a deaf and dumb old man, who rarely cleaned it.
Song Youan stepped on it and the snow was above his calves.
The creaking sound seemed to be a death threat.
To risk one's life in the face of danger was the only extreme way Song Youan could think of. He had a clear goal, found a corner of the courtyard, and jumped before He Liu could react.
A deep well was dug here, which is different from the dry well outside Yingxue Pavilion.
This is a living well. The water is clear and sweet and it flows all year round. In winter, the water is even warmer than the water outside.
However, no matter how hot it is, it is not as good as warm water.
After Song Youan fell into the water, he just took a breath, and the water rushed in through his ears, nose and mouth. Before he could struggle, he sank.
"Song Youan!"
He Liu stepped to the edge of the well and looked down. Apart from the rippling water, there was no trace of Song Youan.
"Somebody come!"
Where are they coming from?
In the courtyard, there was only the deaf-mute old man and He Jiang. He Liu grabbed the old man and gestured to ask for a longer bamboo pole.
The old man's face was full of confusion, he stared with cloudy eyes, looking dazed.
It was He Liu who dragged him to the well and said, "Someone fell in!"
Oh oh oh——
The old man gestured, someone jumped into the well?
Yes, yes, yes! Go find a long stick or a rope. He Liu can't swim, so he looks around. There used to be a wooden bucket for drawing water by the well, but now it's nowhere to be seen.
Inside the room, He Jiang, who heard the noise, was indifferent at first.
Thinking about how you, Song Youan, had cried, made a scene, and even tried to hang yourself many times before, this time was no exception, until He Liu ran in, "Prince, Song Youan jumped into the well. The water in the well was too deep, and he sank..."
"Ok?"
He Jiang raised his eyes and said, "Just pick it up!"
This kid really doesn't want to die, otherwise he would have died many times before.
He Liu became anxious, "The well is deep. I sent Lao Zhao to find a rope and a long stick, but if he doesn't get up now, he'll probably die."
"He didn't call for help?"
He Jiang stood up suddenly, and He Liu nodded repeatedly, "He didn't even struggle. I ran over and looked into the well, and there was no trace of him. It seemed that the well water was cold and swallowed Young Master Song."
"He...he has always been afraid of water, this-"
He Jiang also became anxious and rushed out.
He Liu chased after him, "Prince, now is the time to be cautious. We must not cause any loss of life, otherwise it will be even more disadvantageous to you. Let's find a way to rescue Young Master Song."
"Help! Help quickly!"
He Jiang was in a panic. He leaned over to the edge of the well and looked. Wow, the well water was completely silent. "Where's the person?"
He Liu looked at it and thought to himself, "Oh no!"
"This Mr. Song... is this for real?"
Old Zhao dragged over a long bamboo pole, about thirty or four meters long. He Liu quickly put it down, stirred it around, and when it touched the bottom, he shouted and yelled into the well water.
He Jiang also softened, "An Lang, An Lang, I believe you are innocent, get up quickly, don't scare me."
Song Youan, who was underwater, underestimated his ability to escape.
When the bamboo pole was stirring, he was no longer conscious and held on to it. After the well water poured into his ears, nose and throat, he instantly fell into unconsciousness.
Seeing this, He Liu had no choice.
He took out a rope and tied it around his waist, "Prince, I'm going to go and get it. We can't delay any longer, otherwise it will be dangerous."
He Jiang was at a loss and could only nod.
"Go quickly, I'll hold the rope."
It took the master and his two servants a lot of effort to fish out the dead Song Youan from the well. When he was fished out, He Liu was exhausted. He Jiang touched the cold Song Youan and thought about every little thing that happened between them over the past years. He suddenly felt that he was being too harsh on them.
"I know you're not completely innocent, but if you really want to harm me, it won't do you any good. I'm afraid it's all a coincidence. Never mind. As long as you wake up, why would I force you to admit it? But it's all because of that bitch that things have turned out like this."
When he was moved, he started crying.
Although Old Zhao was old, he was still experienced. He asked He Liu to help him, put Song Youan on the horse's back, paced back and forth, and controlled the well water in his chest and abdomen.
After going back and forth several times and vomiting a lot of well water, Song Youan groaned and woke up slowly.
He Jiang, who had been holding Song Youan's wrist, was overjoyed, "Anlang, Anlang, you are finally awake!"
Song Youan's eyes were blurry, and he seemed to be awake but not awake. He spoke intermittently:
"Prince, You'an has never...never let you down...I went to Prince An's Mansion without permission, but I don't want you to meet that Jin..."
Speaking of this, Song Youan's face was filled with tears, unable to hide his sorrow.
"The elder girl has known about our relationship for a long time, and has sent people to threaten me many times. She can't stand me, Jiang Lang——"
"Jin Fuyun is here to threaten you?"
Song Youan's eyes were filled with tears. Perhaps it was because he had gone from death to life that he became more vulnerable.
She tightly grasped He Jiang's hand, full of grievances, "Jiang Lang, you are my heaven. If I plot against your reputation, what good will it do me? If you are down and out, how can I be good?"
Yes!
He Jiang also thought of this at this moment, "You are in the Jiaofang Department. If I am not good, you will be trampled on by others. I think it is me who has wronged you."
He Liu stood by, feeling helpless.
The prince was rarely calm in front of this androgynous guy.
He wanted to give him a few reminders, but Song Youan fainted again. After that, he had a high fever day and night, over and over again, making He Jiang feel more and more uncomfortable.
Then someone was sent to arrest Baocai and question him. Baocai knelt down and cried, "That sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man who was with the young lady came to our house twice, and he always said that the young master was shameless for doing such a thing with the prince. He openly and secretly told the young master to find another better partner and not to associate with the prince anymore."