Chapter 73 Return to Beijing

While recuperating from his injury, Chen Shiyi still enjoyed reading.

She can read Ruier's books over and over again.

Even though she could recite those books by heart.

However, she used to ask Rui'er to turn the pages for her, but now it was Wen Zhiheng who did it.

Her hands were no longer wrapped in white cloth and were exposed. They were covered with dense wounds, white, pink, and purple scars. Sometimes they were painful and itchy, and if they were squeezed harder, blood would be blurred.

Wen Zhiheng carefully helped her hold it, his eyes always red.

"I will find you the best ointment after we return to Beijing, and I will not let you have any scars on your hands."

Chen Shiyi looked at his long, bony fingers, raised his eyes and smiled.

"It would be so beautiful if my hands were like yours."

"Your hands are warm and comforting to hold."

Wen Zhiheng carefully applied medicine to her fingers, washed her hands, and fed her some sweet mung bean cake.

Chen Shiyi ate obediently and then lowered his head to read again.

Wen Zhiheng felt sweet inside when he saw her well-behaved appearance.

Ever since she said she wanted to try to like me, she has been behaving well and obediently towards me, putting away the thorns in her body, which is a world of difference from her previous sharpness.

"Eleven, stop reading and talk to me."

She raised her eyes and looked at him seriously.

"What do you want to say?"

Wen Zhiheng pulled her to the bedside and held her with his hands behind her back.

His chin rested on Chen Shiyi's shoulder, his cheeks pressed against Chen Shiyi's face, and their ears rubbed against each other.

"We can return to Beijing at the end of the year or the beginning of the year. When we get to Beijing, I will marry you and you will be my wife. Okay?"

Chen Shiyi turned his head, his eyes full of surprise.

"You want to marry me?"

"Yes, a grand sedan chair with eight legs, and a formal marriage."

Chen Shiyi smiled.

"Don't play around, the lady won't agree."

Wen Zhiheng spoke solemnly.

"I have already talked to my mother, and she agreed."

Chen Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, if the lady agrees, then I have no objection."

At this moment, Wen Zhiheng felt that Chen Shiyi was too easy to talk to. He always felt that he was too unreal, illusory, and could not be grasped.

"I mean it."

"I'm serious, too."

Wen Zhiheng still felt unsure.

"I always thought that when we have a child, he will call me father and he will naturally call you mother. That's what I hope for."

Chen Shiyi thought about it.

"Didn't you have a fiancée before?"

When Wen Zhiheng heard Chen Shiyi mention this, he instantly felt very happy. She must have started to care about herself.

"It's been so many years, she should have been married long ago. As the daughter of the prime minister, such a good tool for marriage, she would not wait for a poor man like me."

Chen Shiyi agrees.

"Actually, I don't think you need to be too embarrassed. With my status, how can I be your legal wife? But if you insist on doing this, that's fine. I will always follow your wishes."

Wen Zhiheng began to feel unsure again, and he asked cautiously.

"Aren't you looking forward to it?"

Chen Shiyi thought about it.

"I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, I'm going to be your woman. If she's your legal wife, that would be the best. But you don't have to force it. If you can arrange it, then arrange it. If you can't, then forget it. The rules in the capital are very strict. If you agree and then fail to do it, it will always be disappointing."

Wen Zhiheng listened to Chen Shiyi's sober words and always felt that she didn't seem to have the slightest joy about becoming his wife, as if if he gave it to her, she would take it, and if he didn't give it to her, it didn't matter and she didn't care.

Wen Zhiheng felt a little depressed. He felt that he had given Chen Shiyi all the best things he thought, but she didn't care at all.

"eleven…"

Wen Zhiheng held her tightly in his arms, as if the tighter he held her, the more he could feel her presence.

"I was buried in the mine that day, and I kept thinking that Eleven would definitely come to find me. I held on to this belief. I thought that no matter what, I had to see you for the last time. I would be willing to die after seeing you once. Although I can't open my eyes, I can hear every word you say to encourage me, and I can feel everything you do for me. Eleven, I can only survive with you, do you understand?"

Chen Shiyi didn't understand why he mentioned what happened that day again. He always felt that he was so sad and about to cry, and was so pitiful.

She hugged him with her backhand and patted his back gently.

"Okay, let's not talk about the past. Don't always talk about life and death. A grown man, sad about the passing of time, isn't he afraid of being laughed at?"

Wen Zhiheng was satisfied now, he smiled.

"I only do this in front of you."

Wen Zhiheng's illness healed at a visible speed, and soon he was able to get out of bed and slowly try to walk.

Chen Shiyi stood by and helped him walk.

Wen Zhiheng was very tall, and it was really tiring for Chen Shiyi to support him. Every time he walked, not only his clothes were soaked with sweat, but also Chen Shiyi's clothes were soaked through.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly.

By the Chinese New Year, he could walk without Chen Shiyi's support. He still had some uneven steps occasionally, but after half a month, the injury on his leg was no longer visible.

Chen Shiyi's hand has also recovered.

To this end, a sumptuous feast was prepared in the courtyard to celebrate the couple's recovery.

However, even greater good news came shortly afterwards: someone from Kyoto came to pick them up.

There were two extremely luxurious carriages and a row of mighty guards, led by the butler Xu who had bought Chen Shiyi into the family.

After not seeing him for a few years, his hair has turned gray.

He bowed to Wen Zhiheng.

"My Lord, the Marquis has already returned to the capital, and he couldn't wait to send this old servant to take you to the capital. You have suffered in Fangling."

The Wen family cried with joy.

Wen Zhiheng was also very happy. He turned and said to Chen Shiyi.

"Eleven, we can finally go home."

Chen Shiyi felt reluctant and confused.

I am reluctant to leave the bitterness that I have endured here for four years, I am reluctant to leave my loved ones here, I am confused, and what path should I take after this?

When Wen Zhiheng saw Chen Shiyi like this, he felt a little uneasy.

He quickly grabbed Chen Shiyi's hands and spoke anxiously.

"Eleven, you have to stay with me. I said I would take you to enjoy all the glory and wealth, and we will go back and get married..."

Chen Shiyi was busy comforting Wen Zhiheng.

"I will go back with you, don't worry."

Wen Zhiheng felt relieved after hearing Chen Shiyi's promise.

"good."

"Before I leave, I want to say hello to Brother Xue and the others."

“It’s natural.”

The Wen family walked so fast, as if they didn't want to stay here for a moment. They put on their best clothes, took a change of clothes, and then left everything behind as they got directly into the gorgeous carriage without even looking back at the courtyard where they had lived for nearly four years.

Chen Shiyi also didn't take anything with him, even throwing away the small bamboo lamp that had been placed on the bedside.

The eldest master said that Kyoto has everything, and the emperor’s rewards are constant, so there is no need to linger here any longer.

But her best memories are all here!

She opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the courtyard getting farther and farther away, her eyes moistened.

Where will this journey take her life?