The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2335: 2335: Admitting Their Mistake (7)

Li Xiang glanced toward Yang Ruxin.

'Why stare at me like that? I'm no gossipmonger.' Yang Ruxin chuckled and lightly tapped Li Xiang on the forehead. 'One more reminder: others can think what they want, but not you two. Whatever happened between him and me is history. If we cross paths again, we're mere acquaintances. Stop dragging my name into talks about him.'

'Got it, it's just a habit, right?' Li Xiang gave an embarrassed grin. 'Mainly because it involves you.'

'Me?' Yang Ruxin furrowed her brows. 'Spill it fast then.'

'You've heard the Guan Family and Tong Family are at odds now, haven't you?' Li Xiang whispered softly. 'Know the reason?' She gulped down her candy. 'Tong Family pushed to wed Tong Lingling to Guan Qingshu, but he refused. Finally, Guan Danian ruled that Tong Lingling could wed him, but solely as a concubine.'

'How does that concern me?'

'I was right behind their place that day and caught Guan Danian telling his wife that Guan Qingshu might harbor lingering feelings for you. Total rubbish, right?'

'That Guan Family sure has some nerve...' Liang Xiaoyu scoffed icily.

'Enough, it was private talk at home, not to my face, so calm down.' Yang Ruxin hurriedly gestured with her hand. 'Back to the juicy bits. Did the Tong Family accept?'

Li Xiang shook her head: 'No idea.'

'Not even a high official yet, and already choosing concubines?' Liang Xiaoyu sneered with a lip curl. 'What sort of guy is he?'

'Word is, Guan Qingshu himself rejected it.' Li Xiang snapped a melon seed. 'That's what sent him off to the Prefectural City.'

'Perhaps some girl from a mighty scholarly clan has her eye on him.' Liang Xiaoyu munched melon seeds too. 'Better than tying the knot with Tong Lingling—go for real clout instead.'

'Might be.'

'Haha, you two sure love dishing dirt, but let's grab some food first to fuel more chatter.' Yang Ruxin erupted in sudden laughter.

Liang Xiaoyu and Li Xiang paused briefly in surprise, then joined the laughter, as though seeing the wisdom in it.

At that moment, the wedding procession had circled the village and begun returning. The feast back home stood ready. Upon arrival, the two bride-and-groom pairs would bow to heaven and earth, and dining would commence.

The crowd buzzed with joy and excitement when abruptly a woman staggered up, dropping to her knees afar: 'Yang Ruxin, I plead for aid—release my husband.'

All were shocked. Who crashes a joyous wedding with such gloom? Doesn't that spell misfortune?

'Sister Daju, what's this?' Dong Wenxiu, standing nearby outside, frowned deeply at Yang Daju. 'Today's our wedding; if there's an issue...'

'Sister-in-law, please, free my husband—he's surely repented...' Yet Yang Daju stayed knelt on the ground.

'On your feet.' Yang Ruxin emerged, her face showing clear annoyance.

Yang Daju flinched, starting to rise but hesitated over her husband and persisted: 'Xinxin, my man's guilty, I admit—he lost his head briefly, swayed by Wang Baozhu's clan. He regrets it now, truly—set him free.'

Yang Ruxin snorted despite herself.

'You're something else, huh?' Chai Qin advanced ahead of Yang Ruxin's reply. 'Days back, your hubby took a blow to the skull; my lady patched him up and fed him through the night. No thanks from you, but now you kneel and wail. Whose mood are you spoiling?'