Chapter 207 Wen Yueyin decides to imitate Wen Xingluo

Wen Xingluo turned around and looked at her.

Wen Yueyin pointed to a pile of storybooks beside the bed. "'The Prince's Domineering Love: The Prince's Young Lady's Quirky Style,' 'The Wrong Flirtation with the Crown Prince: The Scheming Evil Woman,' and 'Song of Blood and Tears: The Years When My Luck Was Stolen by the Vicious Female Supporting Character.' These three storybooks are the ones I've read the most recently."

Wen Xingluo: "...So?"

"These three books are a true reflection of my life!" Wen Yueyin burst into tears. "It was you who took away my destiny as the heroine, which is why I'm no longer the palace's favorite. But Wen Xingluo, no matter how much you planned, you never expected that I would still be forced to love by Brother Yu Shi's domineering love! It shows that even if you schemed to the hilt, you still couldn't change the direction of the plot!"

Wen Xingluo: “…”

First of all, she couldn't figure out why Chen Yushi was so domineering and forcing his love on Wen Yueyin.

Secondly, she couldn't see how Wen Yueyin was eccentric. Moreover, how could someone whose brain had been eaten by a dog have the nerve to call herself a scheming evil woman?

In the end, everything she got was through her own efforts. How could she have taken away Wen Yueyin's luck?

Does Wen Yueyin have luck?

She tried hard to hold back her laughter, and the corners of her lips trembled violently.

She stepped forward, shook Wen Yueyin's hand earnestly, and said sympathetically, "Sister, just letting the doctor treat your physical illness isn't a long-term solution. In my opinion, you should treat your brain as well, so that you can have a better future."

"You..." Wen Yueyin suddenly pulled back her hand, "How dare you call me stupid?!"

"It's good that my sister knows what's going on."

Ignoring her ferocious expression, Wen Xingluo left the boudoir indifferently.

She walked into the yard and saw Wen Ruyun using an abacus. Wen Rufeng took an ancient book and sat on a stone bench, turning pages while looking towards the boudoir.

Seeing her step out of the door, Wen Rufeng frowned and said, "I asked you to take care of your sister, why are you coming out?"

"The provincial examination is in two months. Brother, are you really going to pass if you're so distracted?" Wen Xingluo looked at him with a half-smile. "Have you memorized the Four Books and Five Classics? Have you practiced your calligraphy?"

Wen Rufeng's face turned pale.

The Four Books and the Five Classics...

Over the past year, he has been busy dealing with household chores and has had no time to concentrate on studying.

He clutched the book tightly, his expression painful. "I also want to concentrate on my studies, but there's no way. I'm the eldest son of the Wen family. After my father passed away, I became the head of the family. An elder brother is like a father. I can't help but consider you younger brothers and sisters. I have to support you!"

"Husband!" Xu Miaomiao was deeply moved.

Wen Rufeng silently supported his forehead, his shoulders slightly bent, as if his spine was really bent by the burden of life.

Wen Ruyun's eyes were red, and she reached out and patted his shoulder, "Brother..."

In the atmosphere of brotherly love, respectful behavior and harmonious marriage, Wen Xingluo suddenly laughed out loud.

She walked down the steps in front of the house step by step. "All your food, clothing, and daily expenses were spent on Xu Miaomiao's dowry. Since moving into the palace, the kitchen maids have been delivering meals every day. I wonder what sky you are holding up when you say big brother is holding up the sky?"

The three of them froze on the spot.

Wen Rufeng couldn't hold back his face, and twitched and trembled slightly, "Xingluo, you——"

"Brother, it's fine if you're lying to others, but don't end up lying to yourself. You know better than anyone whether you've supported your siblings and whether you've worked hard. With what you just said, are you planning to fail the imperial examination in the future so you can put the blame on your siblings?"

Wen Rufeng's knuckles, which were holding the book, gradually tightened and turned white.

He met Wen Xingluo's gaze and clearly saw the contempt in the girl's eyes.

A huge sense of shame suddenly came over me.

The chirping of cicadas in midsummer suddenly disappeared, leaving only a swelling tinnitus in his head.

Hearing the falling stars...

When did his younger sister start looking at him like this?

It was clear that a few years ago, the soft and sweet little girl was praising him for his good grades and reading skills with an admiring look on her face, and even humbly begged him to teach her how to read and write.

A sense of disappointment filled the young man's chest, making his face feel hot.

He slowly wiped away the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

The hot wind of midsummer, the noisy chirping of cicadas, the ornate roofs decorated with ornate ornaments, the crabapple-shaped windows on the palace's pink walls... everything was reminding him that he, Wen Rufeng, was living under someone else's roof and his Wen family was in tatters.

But subconsciously, it shouldn't be like this.

She always felt that the Wen family was flourishing, that their brothers were about to become successful, and that Wen Xingluo should kneel at their feet and beg them to look at her more and show her more compassion.

The memory is distorted and absurd, like the fleeting illusion tampered with by midsummer.

Wen Rufeng wiped the sweat off his face again and suddenly pursed his lips, "Xingluo, I know you are now deeply loved by the Zhenbei Palace and look down on us brothers and sisters. But, there is no need for you to slander me like this, right? I will definitely... I will definitely pass the imperial examination!"

Wen Xingluo sneered and left the yard without looking back.

Wen Rulei held the red tasseled spear in his hand, leaning against the shade of the courtyard wall.

He watched Wen Xingluo walk further and further away, and couldn't help but clench his spear tightly.

"Little sister..."

He called out silently, his face full of nostalgia.

In the courtyard, Wen Rufeng was provoked. He stood up, holding the book, and said with determination and indignation, "Knowing shame leads to courage. I want to emulate the ancients, hanging my head on the beam, piercing my thigh with a needle, chiseling a hole in the wall to steal light, and getting up at the sound of the cock-crow!"

He wanted to let Wen Xingluo see clearly that he was the pillar of the Wen family, he was talented and well-read, he would pass the imperial examination, and he was no worse than those dandy princes in the Zhenbei Palace!

Xu Miaomiao nodded with emotion, "I'll go prepare the hemp rope for hanging from the beam and the knife and awl for piercing my husband's thigh!"

"There's also my father's tablet," Wen Rufeng reminded me. "I'm going to put it on my desk to remind me constantly that he's passed away. I need to study harder and shoulder my responsibilities as an older brother, like a father to him!"

Wen Yueyin sat on the bed and saw clearly what was happening outside through the window lattice.

She solemnly wiped the tears from her face.

She now understood that the reason why they and their brother had fallen into the situation of living under someone else's roof was all because of Wen Xingluo.

"This time, I will take back my luck and everything I have lost!"

Only in this way can the three brothers get back on track!

only……

How can we regain our luck?

Wen Yueyin thought about it and decided to imitate Wen Xingluo's words and deeds and gradually replace her position in the palace.

The next day.

Wen Xingluo had breakfast with the old concubine and just left Wansong Courtyard when he noticed someone following him secretly.

She looked back and saw only an apricot-red dress flashing by the Taihu stone.

Wen Yueyin?

Why was she following her?

Wen Xingluo was muttering to himself when he was suddenly hit on the head by something.