Chapter 82 Father and Son Conversation

One day, Shi Liu suddenly asked to go home because her mother was sick and she wanted to go back to visit her.

Chen Shiyi suddenly became interested.

"When will you be back?"

"tomorrow."

"Then I'll go with you. I haven't been out much since I came to the capital."

“That’s not right.”

"There's nothing wrong. Wait, I'll go talk to Wen Zhiheng."

She took Shi Liu to Lingyun Pavilion. The lights in Lingyun Pavilion were bright, especially in the study.

She guessed that Wen Zhiheng must be busy with something and was about to leave when she suddenly heard Wen Zhiheng's angry voice in the study.

"impossible!"

She hid in a corner outside the study and listened quietly.

"The emperor is personally in charge of this matter, so we have to do it even if it's impossible!"

"When we were in Fangling, Mo Xunyan had already met with several families. Although it was private, it was the Prime Minister's Mansion that broke the engagement first. They actually had the nerve to bring it up again, and even risked their reputation to bring it up in front of His Majesty, asking Him to intervene in the matter!"

"The explanation from the Prime Minister's Mansion is that the Prime Minister's stepmother felt that they couldn't delay any longer and that Mo Xunyan was still too old, so they had no choice but to go and see her. However, Mo Xunyan, thinking of your childhood friendship, had not agreed to the marriage, and that's why this happened."

Wen Zhiheng sneered.

"It's just a pretentious statement. She is old and very picky. She also relied on the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion to be so picky until now. Now that she sees me coming back, she brings up the engagement again. She wants to control me. This is absolutely impossible."

Lord Hou said this earnestly.

"Heng'er, the emperor has already personally inquired about this marriage, and there is absolutely no room for maneuver. Moreover, if you marry her, the prime minister's residence will be yours, and you will be able to soar to the sky in the future, with a bright future."

Wen Zhiheng refused resolutely.

"I will beg Her Majesty on my knees tomorrow. My wedding date has been set, and I will only marry Eleven. I begged her for a long time before she agreed."

The Marquis sighed.

"Eleven is a very good girl. It's good enough that you let her be your concubine. It's really not up to her to be your wife. Your wife is not only someone you like, she should also be the face of the mansion, and a signboard for other noble families to come and go. Let me ask you, who in this capital is willing to stand with a humble maid? Have you thought about her future?"

"She learns very quickly and will be able to support the Marquis's Mansion in the future. Moreover, I have already helped her gain a status. She is a lady from an official family after all, and no one dares to look down on her."

The Lord Hou's steady voice sounded again.

"Have you ever thought about how the Xiangfu would allow you to marry Eleven?"

"They have no right to decide who I marry."

"Now that the matter has been brought to light in front of His Majesty, the Prime Minister's Mansion will certainly not let you not marry their daughter and marry the lowly Eleventh instead. If you are allowed to successfully marry Eleventh, the Prime Minister's Mansion will lose face, and our entire Mansion will become an enemy of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Heng'er, we have just emerged from the endless darkness, are you going back again?"

After a long while, Wen Zhiheng's broken voice finally rang out.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I knew that things would change if I waited too long. When I got home, I should have cancelled Eleven's indenture. I shouldn't have bothered about status and married her directly. Ha, I'm so stupid!"

"Heng'er, this is not your fault. There are so many people eyeing your position as wife, it's impossible to guard against them!"

Wen Zhiheng choked with sobs.

"Father, do you know how much I hope that Eleven will become my wife? Tell me, what should I do now?"

The Marquis was also helpless.

"In fact, if Eleven becomes your concubine, all problems can be easily solved."

"You mean, I want to make Eleven my concubine? Father, she agreed to be my wife because I tried my best to get her, but she didn't even bother to care about me, do you know that?"

"well…"

"Father, this has never been Eleven's problem, it's my problem. The Xiangfu forced me to give up my favorite. How could I agree to their wishes..."

"Heng'er, don't go crazy. The prosperity and decline of the Marquis's Mansion now all depends on you. You have to consider the overall situation."

"The overall situation? Who is thinking about me? During those years in Fangling, I understood a truth: all glory and wealth are fleeting and are external things. All I want in this life is just an eleven."

"Heng'er..."

"Father, this matter ends here. I will find a solution myself. I will never allow anyone to destroy my happiness."

In the dark corner, Chen Shiyi listened for a long time.

She walked out quietly, then remembered the purpose of her visit, turned back and knocked on the study door.

Wen Zhiheng opened the door and saw Chen Shiyi standing in front of him, his doomed expression turned into a smile.

"Why did you come at this hour?"

The Marquis glanced at Chen Shiyi, smiled knowingly, and walked out of the study.

Chen Shiyi bowed to him and turned to look at Wen Zhiheng.

"I have to go out for a while tomorrow, so I came to say hello to you."

"Where are you going?"

"Shi Liu wanted to go back to see her sick mother, so I went out for a walk with her."

"Okay, I'll make some arrangements. I'll let Yunshan follow you, give you a bodyguard, and arrange a maid for you on the way. What else do you need..."

"Forget it, I won't go..."

Wen Zhiheng didn't understand.

"Why are you suddenly not going?"

"It's too troublesome. I don't want to go."

Chen Shiyi turned around and walked out of the study.

Wen Zhiheng immediately called her.

"Let someone else take my place tomorrow, and I'll go with you!"

Chen Shiyi was silent for a while.

"No need. You are just on duty at the Ministry of Revenue. It's not good to be absent all the time. Let's wait until you are officially on leave before going out."

Wen Zhiheng looked at Chen Shiyi who kept rejecting him, and felt indescribable sadness in his heart.

"Eleven, why can't you come a little closer to me? Even a little bit is good. Why do I feel like I'm the only one working hard?"

Chen Shiyi was silent for a while and then spoke.

“You don’t have to work hard.”

"Chen Shiyi..."

Wen Zhiheng called out her name loudly, but as if afraid of scaring her, he prayed softly.

"I don't want to fight alone. If you can give me a little response, it will be worth it!"

Chen Shiyi said softly.

"Young Master, I actually think what the Marquis said is right. If you insist on doing things your own way, it will only cause the Marquis's Mansion to repeat the same mistakes. If you marry the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion as they wish, everything will be solved easily. It will also be beneficial to your future. Why not do it?"

Wen Zhiheng felt like he was going crazy after hearing this. He could say it to everyone else, except Chen Shiyi. Was she going to abandon herself too?

He closed his eyes slightly, calmed himself, grabbed Chen Shiyi's hand and pulled her into the study. As soon as the door was closed, he leaned over Chen Shiyi, forced her to lean against the doorpost, pinched her jaw, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Wen Zhiheng's movements were too fast, too quick. When Chen Shiyi reacted, her body was filled with his aura.

When she tried to struggle, her ten fingers were spread apart and tightly grasped by his index finger. She was powerless and had to endure his hot breath.

After a long time, Chen Shiyi's expression had become indifferent, and drops of tears fell from Wen Zhiheng's moist lips, his eyes were bloodshot and helpless.

Chen Shiyi's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"Master, don't cry!"