Memories return to the age of eighteen
Winter, 240th year of Jingchang.
Capital city.
The ground is covered in silver, and the heavy snow falls silently like goose feathers.
The shops on both sides of the street were covered with a thick layer of snow. The branches of the ancient trees were filled with crystals, bending like the hunched back of an old man. The lake had long been frozen and covered with snow, and the sky and the earth were vast.
The familiar carriage rolled over the thin snow, leaving a few tracks. The servant in front of the Shangshu Mansion saw it from afar, turned around and hurriedly went inside to report. Another servant stepped forward quickly, put the footstool in place, and waited for the people in the carriage to get out.
The woman in the car had skin as white as snow, eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, and eyes as deep and clear as autumn water, as if they could see through people's hearts. She pursed her lips slightly, and there was a cold and distant air in her silence.
Although she had her hair combed into a gentle bun and decorated with flowers, her aura could not be concealed. She was like a plum blossom blooming alone in the cold winter, not competing for beauty, but with its own otherworldly charm.
The pretty little maid Jinyu, holding a baby girl about three years old in her arms, spoke softly.
"Madam, the little princess is sweating a little. Why don't you go in first? I'll wait until she wakes up before going in."
Shen Qianyue gently covered the child with fox fur, wrapped him tightly, and said in a steady tone: "It's okay. I heard that something happened in the mansion. You should send the princess back to her room first."
Jinyu, who was lively and cheerful, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "No matter how big the matter is, there is always the Shangshu who will block it for the lady."
Shen Qianyue tapped her nose lightly and chuckled, "You're the only one who talks nonsense."
The two got out of the car, and Jinyu carried the little princess towards the side room.
A maidservant beside the old lady came over quickly, looking anxious: "Madam, something happened to the Shangshu."
Shen Qianyue's expression was slightly tense as she walked quickly towards the inner courtyard.
The maidservant followed closely, her tone anxious: "After the madam left the house yesterday, the master accidentally fell into the icy lake when returning at night... Although the fever has subsided now, it seems that his memory has returned to his youth..."
Before she finished speaking, Shen Qianyue suddenly stopped, her fingertips curled up almost imperceptibly, and the maid almost bumped into her.
There was a torn document on the ground. She bent down to pick it up, her eyes passing over the glaring three words "Divorce Letter". The iron-stroked and silver-hooked words carried an arrogance that did not match the age of the writer.
She raised her eyes and looked at the person not far away who was wearing a loose green robe and had a wanton posture.
Her husband was Xie Shangjia, the current Shangshu Province.
"Mother! What are you going to do? I really want to see Madam Miaoyin, please let me go!"
The old lady raised her hand and slapped him hard: "You bastard, why can't I explain it to you clearly!"
Xie Shangjia covered his face and looked up, meeting Shen Qianyue's gaze. His sight moved from her plain but extraordinary brocade robe and dignified demeanor to her face, which was marked by the years but still stunning.
His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, as if he was trying hard to identify the person, but also as if he had already confirmed the absurdity of the person's identity.
"Miss Shen...?"
Shen Qianyue stepped forward and supported the old lady's trembling body, saying softly, "Mother, go and rest first. I'll talk to him."
The old lady patted her hands and sighed, "It's okay, mother. If this evil creature insists on divorce, mother will personally go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to apologize."
Shen Qianyue's tone remained calm: "You are serious, don't worry."
After seeing the old lady off, she turned around to look at Xie Shangjia, who was only wearing a single layer of clothing, and reached out to hold his cold hand and lead him into the house.
Xie Shangjia suddenly broke away as if he was burned, and said in an irritable tone: "No...Chen Qianyue, why did you marry me when there are so many people you can marry."
He was almost driven crazy. When he woke up, he not only married the person he hated the most, but everyone around him seemed to be drugged by her.
Is this still the Xie Mansion? It's clearly Shen Qianyue's incense shrine.
Shen Qianyue raised her eyes and scanned him from head to toe: "What do you want to say?"
The Xie Shangjia in front of him no longer had the dignified and reserved look of the past. His thin casual clothes were disheveled, and the jade belt around his waist was crooked. His face, which had long lost its youthfulness, actually had a bit of almost reckless sharpness.
Xie Shangjia shivered in the wind, but he still maintained his composure, raised his voice, and spoke with a deliberately constructed arrogance.
"Divorce! We must! All my belongings belong to you, and I'll have my father use half of his private treasury to compensate you! I feel uncomfortable being with you."
He raised his chin slightly, looking like a dandy from a wealthy family who looked down on others, but this attitude seemed extremely absurd on his 31-year-old body.
Shen Qianyue had never seen Xie Shangjia like this before, and she actually smiled lightly.
"Xie Shangjia, how old are you? Can you say that the marriage between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Shangshu Mansion can end amicably by a divorce?"
She said no more, turned around and pushed the door open.
Before the goalkeeper could close the door, a pair of hands that had turned purple from the cold suddenly grabbed the door frame.
"Chen Qianyue, don't go too far! I, Xie Shangjia, swore a vow when I was ten that I would marry an eighty-year-old man rather than you! You forced me to marry you, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."
Chen Qianyue felt as if her heart was pierced by an ice needle. They had been married for five years and yesterday she said goodbye to him warmly, but today she blurted out "I never wanted to marry her".
Even though she knew it was due to amnesia, she still put on a sneer on her cold and beautiful face and suddenly let go of her hand that was against the door.
Xie Shangjia stumbled and almost fell, blurting out: "Oh my god!"
"You're so lucky, you want to wipe out the past just because you lost your memory. If I had your luck, I wouldn't marry you."
There was no emotion in her tone, as if she was just stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.
Xie Shangjia felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and even felt aggrieved, but he was just eighteen, his dick was hard, and his mouth was hard too, so he suppressed the discomfort and spoke in a tough voice.
"Then we can get a divorce! I'll take care of the consequences! From now on, we'll go our separate ways!"
Shen Qianyue was just speaking in anger. Her marriage with Xie Shangjia was not something he alone was willing to accept.
"Xie Shangjia, you are now thirty-one years old, an official in the Secretariat, in charge of six ministries. Do you really think this world is your playground? Now that your memory is impaired, if you act rashly, he will regret it in the future, but it will also bring disaster to the Xie family. What will you do?"
Xie Shangjia pointed at himself in disbelief: "Me? Bullshit 31!! I'm 18!!!"
He only refuted the argument about age, but avoided mentioning the divorce.
Reputation and family lintel, these few words are enough to bind a young man who has the honor and disgrace of his family engraved in his bones. Even if his memory regresses, the glory of his family is still a heavy shackle branded on his body.
The eighteen-year-old Xie Shangjia might be arrogant and unruly, and not doing his job properly, but he is by no means stupid. He never gets involved in anything that would damage the family's reputation.
Shen Qianyue sat down calmly and poured tea, calmly and composedly, looking at him silently.
They met at the age of seventeen and parted at the age of twenty. Her impression of Xie Shangjia was limited to the unlearned and useless third son of the Xie family, and he regarded her as a thorn in his side.
When he was 20 years old, he went to the south of the Yangtze River. After three years, when he returned to Beijing, he seemed to have changed. He was no longer as cold and arrogant as before, but became a gentleman, upright and polite.
In the five years since they got married, she had only seen him lose his composure in bed.
Keren, can it really become so thorough?
Xie Shangjia felt uneasy and uncomfortable under her stare.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you reluctant to let me go? Are you really the one forcing me to marry you?"
He had said so before, but he didn't really think that Shen Qianyue would force him to get married.
That's Chen Qianyue, a beautiful and talented person, intelligent, well-versed in military books, and someone who can beat others in every aspect. She's the child of another family.
When the other party came of age, the threshold of the Prime Minister's residence was trampled down by people seeking marriage, but the Prime Minister simply said that it was the royal family that had the final say, and that everyone would know when the time came.
Could it be... that she really asked her uncle, the emperor, to grant her the marriage?
Shen Qianyue replied calmly: "Yeah."
What does "hmm" mean? Did she really ask for it? Is she so charming that even a genius like Shen Qianyue bows down to her?
Shen Qianyue looked at his overly proud expression and said, "If you have anything else to ask, ask them all at once."
Every gesture and movement of hers showed her composure from having been in a high position for a long time.
Xie Shangjia felt that since it was the other party who requested the marriage, it was normal for him to be a head taller than her, and he sat comfortably next to Shen Qianyue.
"Then let me ask you, is the Cricket King I raised still alive? I won it from Mr. Wang's second son with great effort."
Shen Qianyue was silent for a moment. If it weren't for her good memory, she would have forgotten the incident from thirteen years ago. At that time, Xie Shangjia was a prominent figure among the playboys and loved to show off. Basically, any treasure he got would be known to the whole city.
"Forget it. It's obvious that crickets can't live that long. It's a good death if they can die of old age. Where is it buried? I'll go and pay my respects when I have time." Xie Shangjia said with a happy face.
Shen Qianyue dug out a few fragments from the depths of her memory: "You must have been celebrating its full moon when you drank too much and sat down on it, flattening both the cage and it."
Not only that, he was also injured in the buttocks by a vine, and he walked awkwardly for a long time, causing a sensation in the city. People said that he had a homosexual relationship and even wanted to be demoted.
Xie Shangjia covered his head and fell to his knees with a thud: "Oh, heaven and earth! My poor son! You died so tragically! Daddy is so sorry for you!"
I poured three cups of tea as a proper tribute, and then I suddenly realized something and my eyes lit up.
"I heard that my old dad died too. What happened? I was so heartbroken just now. Tell me something to cheer you up."
Shen Qianyue frowned and admonished: "Be careful with your words. With your current status, you shouldn't speak without restraint."
Xie Shangjia disagreed: "So what? My mother was a princess and married into his family, but he didn't cherish her and favored his concubine over his wife. He's not a righteous husband and an unkind father. I still miss him now. Who wouldn't praise me for being a filial son who moved heaven?"
Shen Qianyue stood up and closed the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you closing the door in broad daylight? If people find out, it will ruin my reputation!" Xie Shangjia said anxiously.
Shen Qianyue's tone turned serious: "Don't say a single word of these words from now on. If someone with ulterior motives hears them, it will be no small matter."
Filial piety is the most important virtue in the current dynasty. Even though Xie's father was lacking in virtue, he was still known as a filial son of the modern era.
Xie Shangjia didn't take it seriously: "Even if the sky falls, my elder and second brothers will hold it up. I'm not an official in the court, so what do I have to be afraid of?"
Shen Qianyue looked at him quietly: "My eldest brother has gone into business, and my second brother has gone far away. We only come back to reunite around New Year's Eve."
Xie Shangjia was incredulous: "Doesn't that mean..."
Shen Qianyue nodded, the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "Thank you, Shangshu Sheng, remember it quickly."
Her tone was soft, and the ending was lingering and tingling.
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