She's probably angry.
At that time, she sat on the railing under the veranda, idly swinging her leg, which was almost fully recovered.
It was already the summer rainy season, and the sky was a pale blue.
The sky was gloomy and overcast, with continuous drizzle that never seemed to clear. The pomegranate flowers that were in full bloom in the yard were also withered by the rain, their petals falling and scattered all over the ground.
A girl in a white dress and green skirt leaned against a red stone pillar in the corridor and reached out to catch the raindrops that condensed into strings of beads under the eaves. Drip, drip, drip, and soon the raindrops had accumulated into a small puddle in her palm.
As she raised her hand, the wide sleeves slid down a bit, revealing her slender, fair wrists.
A cool breeze stirred, carrying a withered red petal into a puddle in her palm. Zhan Xinjia slowly tightened her fingers, letting the rainwater drain away completely. When she finally opened her palm, only that pitiful withered flower remained.
She listlessly lowered her eyes and let it scatter in the wind.
It has been three days since she was sent to Magistrate Cui's residence to recuperate and woke up, and she has not seen him even once in these three days.
It was as if it were a dream confined to springtime.
Upon receiving the letter, my thoughts began to wander.
With Yaozhou City under control, the newly appointed prefect is already on his way.
Unfortunately, all the people from Lanjiang who were captured bit into the poison hidden between their teeth and committed suicide, without even having a chance to ask a single question.
On the very night that Prefect Wang was imprisoned, he was assassinated without anyone noticing.
This trip seemed to have involved both doing something and doing nothing at the same time. Even she, an outsider who was initially uninterested, began to wonder what Lan Jiang was up to.
As for prophecies... I'll ask my master about them when I get back to Beijing.
Thinking of this, Zhan Xinjia leaned her head against the pillar and began to stare blankly.
Raindrops pattered on the green leaves with a crisp "thud," and the rain splashed on the bluestone path, wetting her flowing skirt. Her dark blue hair was also quietly veiled with a spiderweb-like mist.
The wind grew stronger, carrying with it the damp rain that blurred her face.
I wonder what Master Shen is doing now.
He should be heading back to Beijing soon.
Just a few days ago, she saw Fu Shou'an and Yan Xiyue arguing under the eaves. Fu Shou'an is still here, which means that Lord Shen should not have left yet.
Lost in these chaotic thoughts, I suddenly felt a warmth on my shoulder.
Zhan Xinjia was stunned for a moment, then touched the outer robe draped over her shoulders and turned to look behind her.
The other person never paused for a moment; all she caught a glimpse of was a sliver of a light blue robe disappearing around the corner of the archway. Soon, the rain obscured her vision, and she could no longer see clearly.
She futilely clutched her clothes, feeling somewhat dejected.
Are you so angry that you don't even want to talk to her anymore?
However, she was the one who deceived him first, so she needs to find an opportunity to apologize properly.
Thinking this way, Zhan Xinjia never expected that she would never find another opportunity.
The continuous rain made us unaware that spring had passed; only when the sun shone did we realize how deep summer had become.
In front of the carriage, Meng Zhiyuan, who had regained most of his senses, shakily boarded the carriage with the help of the guards. His cloudy eyes regained some clarity, but he still couldn't help but ask the question that he had asked hundreds of times in the past two days.
"Go find Nannan...?"
"yes."
Zhan Xinjia smiled and handed him the spotless ever-burning lamp.
"Let's go find Qiaoqiao. You have to hold your wife tight and make sure you're both happy."
Meng Zhiyuan carefully held the lamp, his face radiant, the previous bewilderment and despair gone.
With everything almost packed, Cui Wanzhao reluctantly approached the carriage and took Zhan Xinjia's hand.
Will you come back to visit me again...?
Zhan Xinjia smiled and said, "Didn't I say that if you'd like, you can come with me to the capital for a few months?"
Cui Wanzhao's eyes lit up at first, but quickly dimmed. She awkwardly lowered her head, staring at the toe of her shoe adorned with a large South Sea pearl, her voice muffled, as if trying to convince herself.
"But Miaoyu isn't going... He even took two hits while protecting me on the city wall. I told him I wanted to take care of him and be responsible for him, but he just laughed it off, saying things like 'saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda,' and told me not to worry about it... How could I not worry? Anyway—"
Seemingly having made up her mind, Cui Wanzhao clenched her fists, her gaze resolute.
“Your mother is right. Opportunities are reserved for shameless people. I’m going to argue with him until he returns to secular life! Hehe, then I’ll pester him to take me to the capital.”
Although I felt that Sister Cui was a bit too optimistic, Zhan Xinjia never poured cold water on people's enthusiasm.
Furthermore, in my haste, I gave that advice, and I never expected that Cui Wanzhao would actually fall for that quack doctor! I guess I have to bear half the responsibility for this...
With a not-so-relaxed heart, Zhan Xinjia subconsciously looked into the distance, and in that glance, he caught a glimpse of the young man's blue sleeves; he was about to get into the car.
Zhan Xinjia's heart was pounding so hard that when she came to her senses, she found herself standing in front of him without even realizing it.
It was still that flawless face, bright and clear, but the smile in his eyes had faded, leaving only a detached indifference.
Remain calm and composed during the Qingming Festival.
"Miss Zhan?"
Zhan Xinjia didn't hear a single word of what he said after that.
It was as if her world had been suddenly encased in a giant glass lamp, isolating her from everything, and even her strongly beating heart had involuntarily calmed down as the thin air was drawn away.
Until even the view in front of me became fragmented.
She touched her face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she touched the corners of her mouth that were turned up.
Thankfully, she was smiling.
Very good, Zhan Azhi! You must maintain your usual strength, even if you have to pretend, you must act as if nothing is wrong.
You can't cry, you can't look too embarrassed.
Her smile deepened as she repeatedly told herself the same thing, brainwashing herself.
Only after the throbbing pain in her heart finally subsided did she take a deep breath and, with all her might, manage to force herself to smile.
Although she didn't know that her smile looked worse than her tears, she was still trying to smile.
Although her vision was blurred by the mist, she couldn't see anything clearly.
Fortunately, it's not clear.
"It's okay, I'm leaving."
With those few words casually tossed out, Zhan Xinjia turned away resolutely, walking briskly and calmly toward her carriage.
She even started humming a song for no apparent reason.
The rain has stopped, and spring has come to an end.
I'm a little sad, so I'd better hurry home and eat seventeen or eighteen bowls of rice first. Once I'm full, I'll be fine. At worst, I can go back to Yan Hui Shi and enjoy a few more days of "delightful" wine with him.
She suddenly realized that being a young man in ancient style wasn't so bad; at least when you're sad, people will just think you're playing around with abstract ideas.
It sounds pretty respectable.
Thinking about food, Zhan Xinjia couldn't help but recall the image of the young man in blue who had been cooking for her lately.
How strange, the carriage frame is so low, she can usually jump up on it with ease.
Now, even if I stand on a stool, I can't get up there; I can't muster any strength.
Zhan Xinjia, who had just stepped into empty air, thought to herself in a daze.
Fortunately, she did not fall to the ground, but was caught by someone who rushed over from behind.
Zhan Xinjia turned around and greeted him with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.
"Oh... thank you so much, you've been a great help... Is there anything else, Lord Shen?"
He looked at her without saying a word.
The young man's dark pupils were filled with anger, his gaze gradually darkening until it even revealed a chilling sinister look.
His long, slender fingers gripped her wrist tightly.
Tighten it inch by inch.
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