Let him indulge himself for a few more days.
Xie Zhiyun stood up, his tall figure carrying an overwhelming pressure, his voice like the clash of metal, decisive and resolute: "No need to say more, this matter will be handled by this prince!"
Xie Shangjia suddenly raised his head, his face showing an excitement that was almost like a child getting a long-desired toy, as if a drowning person had grabbed the last piece of driftwood.
"Shang Jia thanks uncle."
Xie Zhiyun patted his shoulder, with a faint smile on her face, and walked towards the study door, her hand about to touch the study door.
There was a sound of someone falling to the ground behind me.
Xie Zhiyun paused and turned around to see Shen Qianyue lying on the cold floor with her eyes closed.
"Chen Qianyue." Xie Zhiyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to go over.
He took only one step before he stopped abruptly. Looking at the seemingly unconscious figure on the ground, his tightly closed eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.
"He won't give up until he sees the Yellow River."
Countless complex emotions instantly surged in Xie Zhiyun's eyes, and eventually turned into deep fatigue. He opened the study door, and the heavy footsteps quickly disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
In the study, only Xie Shangjia and Shen Qianyue who was "unconscious" on the ground were left.
The ecstasy on Xie Shangjia's face had already frozen, and he reached out his hand in panic, wanting to help her.
"Chen Qianyue, Miss Shen, you..."
Just as his fingertips were about to touch Shen Qianyue's arm.
Shen Qianyue opened her eyes, supported her body with her arms, and stood up calmly.
She didn't even look at Xie Shangjia. She straightened her back, like a lone pine tree on a snowy ridge, and regained her cold, aloof, and in-control appearance. She walked straight past Xie Shangjia, who was frozen in place.
The coma just now seemed to be just an illusion.
The breeze from her clothes brushed Xie Shangjia's cheek as she walked, and her figure disappeared in the light and shadow outside the door.
Xie Shangjia was left alone, sitting stiffly on the cold floor as if under a spell, his outstretched hand still hanging in the air, his face filled with shame as if he were being completely manipulated.
The open, empty doorway was like a silent, mocking mouth.
…
In the bamboo courtyard, the winter sun brings a faint warmth.
Li'er's laughter, like a silver bell, rang out crisply. The little one was chasing a colorful cloth ball, her face flushed red as she ran.
Jinyu watched from the side with a smile, her eyes gentle, as if she had noticed something. When she turned around and saw Shen Qianyue walking into the courtyard, the smile on her face faded a little, and she winked at the maid.
The little maid was smart and understood immediately. She quickly stepped forward and gently coaxed the still reluctant Li'er.
"Little Princess, shall we go watch the little rabbits eat radishes? It's right over there..."
Li'er was half coaxed and half carried out of the courtyard by the little maid. Her cheerful laughter faded away, and the bamboo garden instantly fell into a strange silence, with only the rustling sound of wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.
Jinyu quickly walked towards Shen Qianyue, extended her hand to support her, and touched her forehead lovingly.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? You're sweating a lot." Jinyu's voice was filled with unconcealable heartache.
Shen Qianyue pursed her lips tightly and hugged Jinyu: "Jinyu, do you think I did something wrong?"
Jinyu's heart tightened, and she softly consoled him, "How could you do anything wrong? Madam is the most powerful woman in the world."
Jinyu helped her walk straight to the stone table and stone bench in the corner of the courtyard.
Shen Qianyue held onto the edge of the cold stone table and slowly sat down, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her body. The sunlight fell on her pale face.
"He actually said in front of the prince that he must divorce. The prince said that he would personally ask for permission on Shangjia's behalf."
Jinyu gasped, "Jinyu doesn't understand how this person who lost his memory could be so different from before."
Shen Qianyue gently wiped away the tears on Jinyu's face, her movements were soothing.
"Don't be afraid, Jinyu. I'll handle the prince's affairs. Your task now is to help me take care of Li'er, understand?"
Jinyu shook her head: "Miss, let's go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Let's go home. What's the point of caring about Master Xie if he doesn't love you?"
Shen Qianyue touched her head and said, "The miracle doctor will be here in two days..."
The genius doctor Shen Yanhui is the last chess piece laid by Shen Qianyue, and the only slim variable in this cold gambling game.
Jinyu's voice held a subtle tinge of hope: "I just hope... Miss Pei can get things under control and invite that miracle doctor... over as soon as possible."
Shen Qianyue sighed slightly, the sigh was as light as a feather falling to the ground, but it carried a thousand pounds of weight.
"Let him... indulge himself for a few more days."
This sentence is a final, brief indulgence based on absolute control, like looking at a person who is destined to walk into the abyss and giving him the last bit of freedom to run on the edge of the cliff.
Jinyu: "Miss, then...then the prince's side..."
Shen Qianyue's tone returned to its usual calm and unquestionable tone, with a hint of fatigue hidden deep in her eyes.
"It's not easy to get an imperial decree. As long as it's not issued, there's still room for maneuver. Besides, he doesn't want to make things difficult for me."
Shen Qianyue has always been able to take advantage of her own strengths.
The housekeeper's maid ran quickly to Shen Qianyue's side from a distance, her voice lowered to a very low level, filled with disbelief and astonishment: "Madam! Just now...just now the doorman came to report that the master...he changed into an inconspicuous servant's clothes and slipped out of the mansion through the west corner gate! And...he also strictly ordered that no one be allowed to follow!"
Shen Qianyue slowly raised her eyes. This news did not cause any ripples in her mind. Instead, it seemed to confirm something.
"Send a few martial arts experts to follow him from a distance. Don't let him find out. Don't worry about what he does. Just show up when danger comes."
The housekeeper's maid nodded: "Yes, ma'am."
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Gambling stone shop.
In the dimly lit stone gambling shop, the air was filled with the dry smell of stone powder, and the pungent smell of low-quality tobacco smoke was suffocating.
Xie Shangjia was wearing a gray coarse cloth shorts and his face was smeared with dust.
Faces distorted by excitement or frustration swayed before his eyes, and the harsh noise of cutting stone kept hitting his eardrums.
Everything here strangely made him feel a little relieved. At least here, no one knew who he was, and no one would force him to face the heavy past and responsibilities.
Xie Shangjia squeezed in front of a stall, picked up a rough, inconspicuous stone with a low price tag, and slapped the few pieces of silver he had on the chopping board.
"That's it, tsk."
The stall owner looked at him in surprise, without asking any questions, and fixed the stone on the simple stone cutting machine. The harsh cutting sound rang out again, and several gamblers around were not optimistic about this stone.
The saw blade dug into the stone skin, and gray powder flew everywhere.
After cutting it open, it turned out to be a piece of waste.
Xie Shangjia didn't care and continued to pick.
At this moment, a clear and smiling voice sounded beside him.
"Brother, you don't look like you're here to gamble on stones. You look more like you're here to relax and unwind."
Xie Shangjia turned his head irritably.
I saw a gentle young man in a half-worn blue cotton gown. His face showed some traces of time, and his eyes showed the vicissitudes of life.
In this chaotic and mixed gambling stone shop, he seemed out of place, yet strangely, he made people feel good about him. He was casually playing with a piece of freshly opened bean-sized stone in his hand.
The young man in blue met Xie Shangjia's irritated and vigilant gaze with a gentle smile, as if he didn't see the gray stains on his face and the hostility in his eyes. He just nodded slightly.
"Brother, you seem to have an extraordinary demeanor, but there's a sense of depression in your moves. Gambling on stones may help you temporarily relieve your boredom, but it's not a long-term solution."
Xie Shangjia looked at his gentle and smiling eyes and heard his words like an elder, and always felt that there was a sense of familiarity about this man.
The young man in green smiled more broadly, glancing around at the people staring at him, with an irresistible sincerity and unrestrainedness.
"Meeting is destiny. This place is too filthy. Why don't you go with me to a quiet place and have some fresh osmanthus wine. It's clear and sweet. I wonder if you would be so kind as to share a few cups with me."
That gentle smile and elegant demeanor showed that he was a well-educated person.
"good."
The young man in green turned slightly and made a "please" gesture.
"My name is Jiang Qingyi."
Xie Shangjia: "Summer Cocoon."
The people who were watching secretly, after seeing them leave, started to discuss secretly.
"To follow or not to follow?"
"Didn't you see who that was? My Lord, you're not in any danger."
"The four of you follow me. I'll go back and report to my wife."
…
Gathering for food.
The elegant private room is next to a window, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city. Outside the window is the bleak street scene of the capital in winter, and inside the window is burning with fine silver charcoal, warm as spring.
The exquisite dishes exude an alluring aroma, intertwined with the clear and sweet fragrance of osmanthus wine.
After drinking a few glasses of warm wine, a warm current rose from the stomach and quickly spread to every part of the body. The depression of the past few days seemed to be briefly paralyzed by this warmth and alcohol.
Xie Shangjia's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
Jiang Qingyi just poured wine for him calmly and talked about interesting stories in a soothing tone. He was knowledgeable, humorous, gentle and polite, and had a good sense of propriety.
Xie Shangjia's tense body gradually relaxed and he started talking more. Under the influence of alcohol, he complained incoherently about his inexplicable responsibilities and suffocating identity.
Jiang Qingyi listened quietly without interrupting, but just added wine for Xie Shangjia at the right time.
"Brother Jiang...you say!" Xie Shangjia was already drunk, his eyes were blurred, and he looked at the person in front of him, feeling more and more familiar. He shook his head, his voice full of drunkenness and grievance.
"I... I just want to have some peace and quiet and live the life I want. Why is it so difficult? And she... she..." He thought of Shen Qianyue's last cold look and her back as she stood up and left.
Jiang Qingyi listened without changing his expression, looking at the genuine confusion in his eyes, and the tears flashing in his eyes that were red from alcohol and excitement.
Xie Shangjia felt a pair of hands covering his shoulders, the voice was still gentle, even with a hint of compassion and tenderness.
"You've worked hard."
Xie Shangjia drank one cup after another.
Jiang Qingyi asked again: "Are your wife and daughter okay at home?"
The words "wife and daughter" were like two red-hot irons, burning Xie Shangjia's confused heart, as if a basin of ice-cold water was poured over his head.
Xie Shangjia's hazy brain cleared up for a moment, and then he drank even harder.
Jiang Qingyi no longer looked at him, but just picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and cast his eyes on the bleak street scene outside the window, as if the earth-shattering words just now were just a casual sigh.
The lines of his profile appeared a little blurry in the light coming in from the window, and his voice contained a faint sigh.
"It's a good wine, but unfortunately... I'm too drunk. I'm afraid I can't even recognize myself."
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