Capítulo 425: Elegir un Nombre
Icán still felt a bit afraid of Song Mo. Seeing him enter, she uncomfortably stood up and murmured "hermano" before retreating to the side, giving Sōng Mo the space by his bedside.
Sōng Mo sat on an embroidered stool near the bed, holding Sàoduó's hand and asking, "Has he been bothering you? Are you feeling better?" Seeing her hair somewhat messy, he gently combed a strand that had fallen over her cheek behind her ear.
His eyes and heart were filled with Sàoduó. This made Icán's face flush, so she hurriedly excused herself and returned to the Azure Water Pavilion.
Compared to the bustling and warm atmosphere of Peace Virtue Hall’s main courtyard, the Azure Water Pavilion was silent and somewhat desolate.
Icán stared at the red lanterns hanging under the eaves, her eyes feeling bitter.
She thought about the person who had carried her into the family with much ado. She believed they would have children together and live happily ever after. But he instead sent her to Hē Huào.
Those humiliating scenes flashed through her mind again.
She bent down and began to vomit.
Yìnghóng was alarmed, kneeling beside her and anxiously saying, "Miss Cousin, what's wrong? I'll go fetch a doctor for you."
Icán gripped Yìnghóng tightly. "I'm fine. Perhaps it was the cold wind that upset my stomach earlier. A hot tea at home should do me good. The family just got a nephew, which is a time of joy. There's no reason to disturb Brother and Sister-in-law over this! It would make them unhappy!"
Yìnghóng hesitated when she heard Icán's words made sense.
Icán had already helped Yìnghóng up; her face was deathly pale, lacking any color.
Yìnghóng’s heart sank.
Icán went into the inner room.
She couldn't think about that person anymore!
She was an unclean woman. Her brother exerted so much effort to bring her back home and even opposed their father and brothers for her sake. If he asked everyone to call her "Miss Cousin," she should forget the past, treat herself as a widow after her husband's death, and joyfully live with Brother and Sister-in-law.
Icán took a deep breath and pulled aside the curtain of the inner room.
Sōng Hán lay on his back, looking at the flickering candlelight in front of him. His expression was ferocious.
He knew from a young age that he would be the second son; he couldn’t inherit the family’s wealth. Sōng Mo's hard work and efforts were evident to everyone. He never wanted to endure what his brother did or compete for the position as the heir of the Duke of England household. His only wish was to live comfortably under his brother’s protection, becoming a carefree nobleman.
But now, that seemed unattainable.
Sōng Mo intended to reclaim the property he had inherited from their mother.