People always say that the third daughter of the Wei family has good fortune. Born into wealth and nobility, with elegant and beautiful features, she is destined to marry a satisfactory husband and...
Just a moment ago, Wei Shuyao felt as if she had returned to the scene when she first met Du Xun at the Sheng Mansion. He still took care of her when she was in a sorry state, like a warm and bright light.
But the question Du Xun asked about the Third Sister easily shattered this beautiful dream.
Clearly, after the previous blunder and embarrassment, Du Xun still couldn't forget Wei Shuwan.
Seeing Wei Shuyao standing there in a daze without saying a word, Du Xun's brows furrowed and his heart clenched. "Is she not well? What kind of suffering did she endure in prison?"
Wei Shuyao remained silent, so Du Xun continued, "I heard the news the day after the Wei family's incident. During that time, I ran around trying to help, but..."
Du Xun lowered his head, feeling powerless. He was a nobody, and while he might be able to influence things for ordinary minor cases by leveraging his family's influence, a major case like the Wei family's was beyond his reach.
"Later, I learned that you were protected by the pardon of the Prince of Qiaochuan's mansion, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, I wanted to inquire about the current situation of Third Sister, but I never had any way to do so, and I still don't know how she is doing."
In fact, there was another question that he couldn't understand: why would the Prince of Qiaochuan take out a pardon to protect the Wei family, since he had never heard of any connection between the two families before.
However, this was clearly not the time to satisfy his curiosity, so Du Xun didn't ask.
Even though the other party's words made her feel embarrassed, Wei Shuyao couldn't bring herself to hate Du Xun. He was so wonderful and so gentle to her. It was just a pity that Wei Shuwan was always between the two of them.
"Third sister... is fine," Wei Shuyao replied reluctantly.
After she finished speaking, the worry between Du Xun's brows visibly dissipated and slowly smoothed out.
A chill ran through Wei Shuyao's heart. She turned to get into the carriage, but was stopped by Du Xun. His voice was urgent, as if he was trying to suppress a strong desire within him but had failed.
Wei Shuyao seemed to guess that he needed her help, and that it was something she was unwilling to agree to. Therefore, she did not turn around, but waited quietly for him to speak.
Du Xun remained silent for a moment before speaking: "I have a request that I would like to ask of you, Fourth Miss."
"What does Young Master Du want Shuyao to do?"
"May I have the honor of seeing Third Madam?"
The moment he uttered those words, Wei Shuyao's heart churned violently. An indescribable resentment and grievance welled up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing back the bitterness in her eyes with pain.
Without saying anything, she lifted her skirt and boarded her family's carriage.
Du Xun stood beneath the carriage, watching the Wei family's carriage disappear into the dust. He remained motionless for a long time, shrouded in a thin layer of dust.
Inside the carriage, Madam Meng asked her daughter with a sense of anticipation, "Yao'er, what were you saying to Young Master Du outside the carriage just now?"
The reason Madam Meng got into the carriage in such a hurry was to give the two some time to talk, but she didn't expect them to be able to talk for so long. Madam Meng was naturally happy, and even the unlucky thing that happened to her when she went out today—being splashed with dog blood—was able to dispel her bad luck.
Wei Shuyao's expression was indifferent, and her tone was listless: "Mother clearly knew last time that Young Master Du's beloved is Third Sister."
Although Madam Meng knew this, the temperament of young people is sometimes not so stable; it's common for them to like peonies one day and plum blossoms the next. However, hearing her daughter's words, Madam Meng understood and guessed, "Did he just mention Shuwan again?"
Wei Shuyao remained silent, but her silence was tantamount to acquiescence. Meng Shi was also somewhat dejected; she slowly leaned back against the silk cushions, having been leaning forward, and then let out a sigh.
"A gentleman as upright and considerate as Young Master Du is a rare find these days. It's just a pity that you met him a step later than Shuwan... It seems that he will only give up when Shuwan gets married."
Meng's words were just a casual complaint, but when they reached Wei Shuyao's ears, they were like a wake-up call!
Yes, she's not entirely without a chance. As long as her third sister gets married, Young Master Du will eventually marry someone else! She'll still have a chance then.
However, the premise of this matter is that Third Sister does not like Young Master Du and will not marry him.
Thinking about this matter all the way back, Wei Shuyao made a decision: when she got back, she planned to put aside her pride and have an open and honest talk with her third sister!
If Third Sister had no feelings for Du Xun at all, perhaps she wouldn't have to wait until Third Sister got married. She could have made things clear between the two of them sooner, so that Du Xun wouldn't have to keep indulging in wishful thinking.
Once he completely gives up on Wei Shuwan, his heart will gradually accept the new person.
...
Inside Fuqu Pavilion, Wei Shuwan was bored and playing a game with two maids.
The three of them, master and servants, sat around a small round table. Wei Shuwan and Zi Qiao randomly flipped through a book of idioms. After flipping to a book, they would only glance at which idiom it was before turning the book face down on the table. Then they would try every possible way to express the idiom, but they could not say it aloud.
Miao Xiang would guess based on their performance. Whoever guessed the idiom first would win, and she could stick a note saying "I give up" on the loser's face.
The three of them started playing after lunch and fought for the whole afternoon. Now, as dusk fell and the streetlights came on, Zi Qiao only had a few notes stuck to her forehead, while Wei Shuwan's face was almost completely covered with notes.
若论学问,紫俏自是不如她,奈何紫俏拉得下脸面,任何肢体语言都不在话下!抽到“贼眉鼠眼”时,紫俏就跪到地上学小老鼠,抽到“捧腹大笑”时,紫俏立马就能笑得前仰后合险些从椅子上仰过去。
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