Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 123 - Oh, Women

I really am so tired.

Yang Siyao's thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

Others only saw her studying seduction arts, lingering among men, and called her shameless and flirtatious. But who could know what kind of weight she was carrying on her shoulders?

At that time, she was just a seven-year-old little girl.

There is a limit to feigned strength. The moment it was seen through, all the feigned strength collapsed in an instant.

Ahhhhhh...

Yang Siyao cried, crying out loud.

She seemed to have turned into a seven or eight-year-old child, wanting to release all the tears that had been suppressed for more than ten years at once.

Song Yan just let out a light breath, watching silently without stopping her. Many times, having a good cry is much better. He felt that at this time, he should be holding the girl in front of him. Otherwise, for her to be sitting there crying alone looked really a bit pitiful.

After thinking for a moment, he extended his arms, and not long after, a large patch of his chest was soaked.

Who knows how long she cried, but the sound finally subsided, and only the body on his chest was still twitching from time to time.

The night was already very deep.

"Tomorrow..." Song Yan looked out the window.

"After the rain, find a time to bury your sister, so she can rest in peace."

The little head resting on his chest wriggled a little. It was hard to tell if it was a nod.

"It's late. You should get a good night's sleep." After thinking for a moment, Song Yan said again. He prepared to get up.

But Yang Siyao's arms were holding him very tightly. It wasn't that he couldn't break free, but Song Yan was very worried that if he really used force to break free, he might very well hurt this woman who had just been crying her eyes out.

"This is your room, isn't it?" In his arms, Yang Siyao mumbled in a low voice. Perhaps because she had cried so much, her voice was a little hoarse.

Song Yan was stunned. Oh, right, he had almost forgotten: "Then you should go out?"

"What?"

Yang Siyao suddenly lifted her head from Song Yan's embrace and looked at the man opposite her, full of shock.

This... are these words a human can say?

Good heavens.

If not for the fact that he had relied on his medical skills to marry into the Luo family, he probably wouldn't have been able to get a wife in this lifetime.

But Song Yan didn't care about that. He looked down at his chest.

"My clothes have been made filthy by you. They're all your tears... hmm, and probably some saliva and snot. I'm going to take a bath."

That look on his face was one of complete disgust.

A flush appeared on Yang Siyao's originally pale face. Then she unceremoniously grabbed Song Yan's sleeve and wiped her face with it. While she turned her own face into a mess, Song Yan's sleeve also became filthy.

Song Yan was speechless. Oh, women.

Shaking his head, Song Yan stood up straight, reached out, and tied the package up again.

"Alright, you should rest well tonight. I'm taking this with me, to save you from feeling upset again if you look at it."

Waving at Yang Siyao, Song Yan pushed open the door and left, giving his own room to Yang Siyao.

It wasn't until Song Yan's back disappeared from the doorway that Yang Siyao was surprised to find that much of the grief in her heart seemed to have been forgotten.

Although her eyes still held tears, a slight arc finally appeared on the corners of her lips. She forcefully stretched her arms, took off her shoes, socks, and outer coat, and slipped into the quilt, her body curling into a ball.

The candle flame was also extinguished.

In the pitch-black darkness, only the young woman's thoughts slowly circulated.

Live for myself?

But how is a person supposed to live alone?

In her mind, her sister's figure gradually dissipated. Another figure, however, became clearer and clearer.

……

The next day.

The rain had stopped.

The sky had not yet cleared; looking up, it was a stretch of gray.

But the impact of a whole night of torrential rain had begun to show. The Yi-Luo River was churning. The originally clear river water had already turned into a thick, muddy slurry.

Fortunately, Songzhou Prefecture had been baptized by a downpour two months before, so they had some precautions against floods.

At the very least, the residents along the riverbank near Ningping County had already left in the middle of the night. Although many houses had been washed away, at least their lives were saved. Content orıginally comes from N()velFire.net

It's just that many people, even though their lives were saved, had exceptionally tense and worried expressions.

It was now autumn. Although most of the grain had already been harvested, there was still a portion in the fields that hadn't been. After this downpour, the next year would probably be difficult.

In the morning, Song Yan accompanied Yang Siyao to find a place to bury the white bones.

It was right next to Song Yan's mother's grave mound, so there was no worry about not being able to find it.

In this world, the burials for deceased women were mostly simple. Unless it was the main wife of a large household, an old matriarch, or a madam with an imperial title, the funeral would be a little more grand. The wives of ordinary farmers were just hastily buried.

Even the unmarried young misses of large households would not have a grand funeral. It was said that a grand funeral would affect the family's fortune. As for whether that was true or false, who knows.

Yang Siyao and her sister were just from a side branch of the Yang family, and were children born against ethics. They naturally had no status. Yang Siyao didn't care about that much either; she only asked that her sister could have a peaceful resting place after she passed away.

She also placed the bead from her wrist into the coffin together.

Perhaps she hoped that her sister would have someone to accompany her in the underworld.

The grave mound was raised, and the tombstone was erected. Song Yan then left, just as before, leaving time for Yang Siyao. The two sisters should still have some things to say to each other.

By the time Yang Siyao returned, it was already noon. On the way back, Yang Siyao gave Song Yan a brief analysis of the current situation and her arrangements.

It could be seen that because of her sister's death, Yang Siyao no longer had any ties or hopes for the Yang family. All that was left was probably just hatred.

When a woman is mired in hatred, she is terrifying.

Some of Yang Siyao's words even made Song Yan's blood run cold.

And her analysis of the current situation in Ningping County was even more insightful and penetrating. There were some points that even Song Yan had not thought of.

Song Yan had a feeling that for a woman like Yang Siyao to become disloyal to her clan was absolutely the biggest mistake the Yang family had made in this lifetime.

Yang Siyao also understood that in the Luo family, her status was merely Song Yan's lover. Luo Yuheng might not necessarily believe her analysis, but if these words were to come from Song Yan's mouth, then no one would refute them.

By the time they returned, it was already afternoon.

Perhaps because disaster victims and refugees were continuously appearing from both the north and south, the atmosphere in the city had become slightly tense.

At this time, Ningping County had not closed its city gates. Some people in ragged clothes could already be seen in the city. Most of them were covered in filth, as thin as rails, their eyes dim and without luster.

That was the emptiness of having lost all hope.

Like walking corpses, they lived one day at a time.

Song Yan, with the numerous classics in his mind, knew very well what the state of refugees and disaster victims was in ancient times. But no matter how much he had read in books, it was far from the shocking impact of witnessing it with his own eyes.

In addition, with this year's unusual cold, he was afraid many people would die.

"A dike upstream on the Yi-Luo River has burst. The situation in Song Prefecture is relatively bad," Yang Siyao let out a breath and said slowly.

They had just passed a group of government runners, and she had gone forward to inquire a little.

The Yi-Luo River passes through the middle of Song Prefecture. One can imagine what Song Prefecture must look like now.

"This is just the beginning. In a few more days, I'm afraid the disaster victims will surge in like a tide. At that time, in order to prevent chaos, I'm afraid Ningping County will also have to seal the city."

"I just inquired. This is only the first day, and the price of grain has already risen by thirty percent."

"It's just that, something's not right..." Yang Siyao's brow furrowed. It was unknown what she had thought of, but her face was full of suspicion.

"What's not right?"

"I'm not too clear. I'll go and inquire again."

Saying this, Yang Siyao walked to a steamed bun shop not far away, bought a basket of steamed buns, and then walked towards the place where the disaster victims were gathered.

Song Yan's brow raised.

At a time like this, disaster victims are very dangerous. A woman like Yang Siyao... However, with him here, and his little sister-in-law probably following in secret, even if something really did happen, they should be able to stop it in time.

Thinking this, Song Yan relaxed a little.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Young sir, may I ask... where is the Luo family?"

Song Yan's eyebrow raised. He turned around, only to find it was a woman dressed in plain white mourning clothes.

In her twenties, her hair was coiled up. She must be a widow.