Seeing her expression, Wei Qinglou lowered his head and picked up an adorable cloth tiger from the box: "When you were one year old, you could already walk on the ground, and there were times when you cried loudly. If I had known you back then, I would have used a cloth tiger to cheer you up."
Zhu Jiayu was stunned. He put down the cloth tiger and picked up a small white fox cloak: "In a year, you will be two years old. But with your personality, you will definitely be restless when you are little and like to run outside. If I could be by your side at that time, I would prepare a cloak like this for you so that you won't catch a cold."
After he finished speaking, he put the items down and then picked up the pearl hairpin, the writing brush, the ancient books, and so on, recounting each item one by one. Finally, he said, "But we met too late. In those past years, I was unable to walk with you. But for the rest of my life," he placed the last filigree gold phoenix hairpin from the rosewood lacquer box in her hair, looked down into her eyes, and said, "I only wish to be with you, inseparable in life and in death."
Zhu Jiayu raised her hand to touch the hairpin at her temple, and in the next instant, hot tears welled up in her sore eyes.
When she was married to Rong Heng, he was right beside her and treated her very well, showing concern and care. Yet, she often felt that Rong Heng was far away from her, as if they were separated by clouds.
After her rebirth, she would sometimes wonder whether Rong Heng had never loved her at all, or whether she was just naturally cold-hearted and indifferent, unable to feel Rong Heng's affection for her.
But today she realized that she could feel when she was truly loved and cherished.
She closed her eyes, and glistening tears rolled down her cheeks.
"good."
I wish that you and I could stay together until the end of our lives.
...
After escorting Zhu Jiayu back to her residence, Wei Qinglou turned around and prepared to go to the government office.
The carriage rumbled along, and as it passed through a dark alley, an arrow suddenly shot out and pierced straight through the carriage wall. If it weren't for Wei Qinglou's years of vigilance in the face of danger, which allowed him to dodge in time, the arrow would have pierced his forehead by now.
The coachman was startled and gripped the reins tightly, pulling hard on the horse's neck.
Wei Qinglou said calmly, "It's alright, just continue driving."
After speaking, he put his index and middle fingers together and pulled the arrow off the carriage wall. There was a letter attached to the arrow. He opened it and saw a line of words: "The treacherous ministers of the Wei clan harmed my mentor. They are irreconcilable enemies."
Shu Jian had just left the manor and was riding at full speed when he witnessed this scene. His eyes widened in horror. Only when he saw that there was no blood seeping from under the carriage did he feel slightly relieved. He then whipped his horse and caught up with the carriage, asking in a low voice, "Young Master, are you injured?"
Wei Qinglou answered him through the carriage curtain: "No."
"I will immediately investigate who did this!"
“No need,” Wei Qinglou folded the letter, slightly lifted the carriage curtain, and handed it to Shujian. “I already know who that person is.”
Shujian opened the letter, frowned, and asked, "Is this Chang Beiqiu's student?"
“It’s Yan Feng,” Wei Qinglou corrected him.
As the year drew to a close, the long-quiet streets finally came alive, filled with joyful shouts and cries of vendors. His voice, as gentle as the wind under the pine tree, rang out softly amidst the clamor:
"Chang Beiqiu met the Crown Prince that night, and then rumors spread in the court that he was framed by me and imprisoned. Yan Feng is pure of heart. Although he is not very close to Chang Beiqiu, he has been his teacher since childhood. Compared to me, he naturally believes that Chang Beiqiu is an innocent and good person."
“His father is quite sensible; he advised him several times not to be my enemy. It’s just a pity that he’s a good student but not a good son. He came to kill me today, probably because he already had the intention of fleeing to Yujing. After all, he should know that if he stays in Yujing after today, I will definitely have his life in my hands. Go and guard the city gate. It would be best if you could bring him back, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t.”
Upon hearing this, Shujian agreed and turned to ride his horse back towards the city gate.
The carriage continued on its way, and then stopped again after a short while.
The coachman turned around and said, "Young master, someone is blocking our way."
Wei Qinglou lifted the carriage curtain, peeked out, and smirked: "Who do we have here? It's Young Master Jiang."
Jiang Shaoxing spurred his horse forward and slowly approached his carriage. With a solemn expression, he said in a cold voice, "Lord Wei, would you mind getting out of the carriage for a chat?"
His expression remained as indifferent as ever, but apart from indifference, he did not show any of the emotions that Wei Qinglou had imagined.
For example, grief, or indignation.
Just indifference.
Wei Qinglou's smile deepened: "If Young Master Jiang knew what I had just gone through, he probably wouldn't have asked such a question."
“I know,” Jiang Shaoxing said calmly, “Yan Feng came to assassinate you.”
"He also approached me, wanting to join me in avenging our teacher. I refused."
"So, are you willing to get off the bus?" He paused for a moment, then said, "I want to say a few words to you."
Wei Qinglou looked up, the dark blue light of the sky swirling in his eyes. He smiled and said, "I was originally planning to get off the carriage anyway. After all, you called my betrothed wife 'sister,' so I have to give you face."
Jiang Shaoxing tightened his grip on the reins. The newly braided rope had a rough and sharp feel, and when he gripped it tightly, it felt like being cut by a knife.
Yet only this kind of pain allows him to live consciously and with restraint.
A teahouse was located on the street. Wei Qing got off the carriage and went into the teahouse with Jiang Shaoxing.
The two went up to the second floor and chose a private room to sit down.
"What does Young Master Jiang want to say to me?"
Jiang Shaoxing closed his eyes briefly and asked, "What do you plan to do about Chang Beiqiu?"
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