The servants of Ximoxuan worked all afternoon to dispose of everything in Song Ruoan's dowry chest. When the chest was moved into the storeroom, it looked exactly the same.
Everyone at Ximoxuan received a reward, new bedding, and fabric, and everyone was overjoyed.
Meanwhile, Guanyunxuan was shrouded in gloom and despair.
After the doctor examined and bandaged Song Ruoan and confirmed that she was out of danger, He Yunce finally breathed a sigh of relief.
For a full day and night, He Yunce took care of Song Ruoan personally, without letting up for even a moment.
Song Ruoan didn't wake up until the next morning.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw He Yunze's pained and self-reproachful gaze. A sleepless night had aged him considerably.
But the moment He Yunze saw Song Ruoan, he perked up: "Ruoan, Ruoan! You're finally awake!"
He gripped Song Ruoan's intact hand with almost trembling hands, as if touching fragile porcelain: "The doctor said your wrist will be scarred, why did you do this?"
Do you know how much it breaks my heart?
Feeling the strength in He Yunce's hand, Song Ruoan struggled to lift herself up and slowly leaned her cheek against his hand, a crystal tear rolling down her cheek.
Her voice was soft, “If it can win back my husband’s heart, Ruo’an would be willing to die for it.”
Upon hearing this, He Yunze's breath caught in his throat, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand. His hatred for Song Xizhi intensified.
He could no longer suppress the pounding in his heart, and reached out to hug Song Ruoan tightly, almost crushing him into his very bones: "It was my fault for trusting that scoundrel, Ruoan, it's all my fault!"
Song Ruoan enjoyed He Yunce's guilt, but she was actually quite pleased with herself.
You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. Even if it hurts a little and leaves a scar, what does it matter?
She aroused the man's pity and won back He Yunze's heart!
Even if Song Xizhi cuts her wrist and bleeds, she will never be able to wake up her crippled husband. From this moment on, she has already won.
We won completely!
After the two had been cuddling for a while, a maid from Guanyunxuan brought over the prepared herbal medicine.
He Yunze was interrupted and was pulled out of his ecstatic mood.
He remembered the unresolved matter from yesterday, fearing that the Marquis of Anding might still try to annul the engagement, so he said:
"Ruo'an, I haven't had a chance to tell Father that it was all a misunderstanding. You take your medicine first, I'll be right back."
He patted Song Ruoan's head and then hurriedly left.
After He Yunze left, Song Ruoan's smile faded. She looked at the maid in front of her and asked, "What's your name?"
The maid looked at her nervously: "This servant is Meiyun, the head maid of Guanyun Pavilion. I have come here to serve the young mistress her medicine."
Song Ruoan smiled gently at her: "Don't be afraid, I have something to tell you."
"Last night, a mistake was made in the marriage arrangements, which resulted in my sister's entire dowry being in my possession. My personal maid and dowry are also at Ximoxuan. I'm currently ill, and without my personal maid's care, I'm feeling quite unwell."
"Then you take five servants, pull a cart, and deliver my sister's dowry to Ximoxuan, and then bring back my maid and dowry."
Upon hearing this, Meiyun immediately went to do it.
When she mentioned her dowry and maid, Song Ruoan's face lit up with a sweet smile, much more genuine than the one she had shown to He Yunze earlier.
Although Chunlan and Xiahe were maids, they had taken care of her since childhood, just like her own sisters. She couldn't bear to be apart from them for even a moment.
Her mother had told her before her marriage that she had prepared many nice things for her, including two expensive nannies, which were her secret plan.
Song Ruoan thought to herself, and then quietly finished taking the medicine.
The medicine was extremely bitter, making her frown as she drank it. But when she heard footsteps outside the door, Song Ruoan's frown instantly relaxed.
She turned her head urgently and softly called out, "Chunlan?"
But Meiyun walked in empty-handed.
Song Ruoan's face immediately darkened: "Where is my maid?"
Meiyun shook her head with a worried look: "The eldest young mistress didn't accept a single piece of her dowry; she returned it all intact. And she doesn't want to return your dowry and maids to you either!"
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan's eyes widened: "What is she doing? Didn't you explain it to her clearly? I sent her dowry to her in exchange for my own dowry and maids!"
Meiyun also found it very strange: "I explained, but the young mistress seemed not to understand at all!"
Song Ruoan gritted her teeth, knowing that Song Xizhi was doing it on purpose.
Her chest heaved violently: "Didn't I tell you to bring five servants? Just take my dowry back!"
Meiyun said, "Although there are many of us on my side, the young master's companion, Qing Tong, is highly skilled in martial arts. Just one look from him and he bares his teeth is enough to deter anyone from stepping forward..."
As Song Ruoan listened, she felt as if a fireball was rolling inside her chest, and even her pale face turned red with anger in an instant.
Despite the excruciating pain throughout her body, she tried to get out of bed: "No, I want to take back my dowry myself!"
"Does that bronze-level guy dare to hit me?"
But before Song Ruoan could finish speaking, there was a commotion at the door.
Upon hearing the sound, Song Ruoan turned her head and saw He Yunce excitedly leading Old Madam He and Madam Huang into the bedroom in a large group.
"Ruo'an, why are you standing up? Lie down quickly! Grandma has come to see you!"
Seeing this, He Yunze felt extremely distressed and, without saying a word, helped her back to the bed.
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