In the solemn and dignified ancestral hall of the Prime Minister's residence, wisps of sandalwood rose up, seemingly carrying endless sorrow and remembrance, filling the entire space. The rich and mellow aroma lingered in every corner, calming the heart yet also leaving a hint of heaviness.
Prime Minister Su, the elder who usually held a commanding presence in the court, sat quietly in the ancestral hall, clutching the diary that held so many secrets. His gaze was fixed on the dried, yet still shocking, blood-stained words, his thoughts surging like a tide.
"I'm sorry, Madam Jiang..." Su Xiang's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time, filled with endless regret and self-blame. He slowly raised his head, tears already welling up in his eyes. Tears slid down his wrinkled cheeks, dripping onto the pages of his diary, soaking the handwriting that carried history.
He recalled that afternoon many years ago, the sun blazing and blinding. Jiang's mother hurried to the Prime Minister's residence, her eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness. She had come to seek help from Prime Minister Su. However, Prime Minister Su, mired in the officialdom's fears and disputes, was filled with concerns and, with a cruel heart, ordered her to remain closed. He had assumed it was just an ordinary refusal, but he had never imagined that the person he was shutting out was his wife's lifesaver.
Su Xiang's heart was now filled with regret and pain. He knew that it was his cowardice and shortsightedness that had caused Madam Jiang to endure suffering she should not have endured, and that he had lost the opportunity to repay her kindness. This guilt, like a sharp knife, pierced his heart, leaving him tossing and turning countless nights, unable to sleep.
"It's all over." Su Jinli gently walked to her father's side. Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a spring breeze, trying to heal the deep wounds in his heart. She reached out and gently wiped the tears from his face, her eyes filled with heartache and comfort. She understood that the guilt in her father's heart might only be healed by time.
At this moment, Nian Li ran to Jiang Yan with her tender little legs, then hugged his legs tightly, raised her pink little face, and asked in a baby voice with a glint of curiosity in her eyes, "Daddy, are grandma and grandma good friends?"
Jiang Yan was slightly stunned, then a warm smile appeared on his face. He slowly squatted down and gently picked up Nian Li, so that she was at eye level with him. Then, he pointed to Su Wanqing's name on the memorial tablet, his eyes filled with respect and nostalgia, and said, "They are best friends, Nian Li. Their friendship is like the brightest star in the sky, shining forever and never extinguished."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Nianli's eyes widened, full of envy and longing. In her little head, she was probably imagining the scene of her grandma and grandma playing and laughing together.
At this moment, Si Yan appeared out of nowhere, holding his beloved abacus high in his hand, and his clear voice echoed in the ancestral hall: "Then Nianli and I will also be good friends! We will never quarrel and have a lot of fun together!" His face was filled with an innocent and bright smile, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, full of vitality and energy.
Su Qingyao stood quietly by, watching this heartwarming and touching scene, her lips curling slightly. She gently stepped forward, handing over a freshly blended rouge called "Friend Red." The color was as vibrant and soft as the sunset glow. "You two are destined to be together," she whispered, her eyes full of smiles.
Su Qingyao's gaze drifted to the portraits of her mothers in her diary. The two women depicted in the portraits shone with agility and tenderness, their smiles bright and innocent. Looking at their portraits, Su Qingyao suddenly broke into a soft laugh, a sound as clear and melodious as a silver bell. "No wonder Jiang Yan blushed the first time he saw me. It was destined." Her voice held a hint of teasing, yet it was filled with emotion and blessing for this fate.
Su Jinli was slightly startled by Su Qingyao's words, and then a faint blush crept across her face. She couldn't help but recall the scene of her first meeting with Jiang Yan. He was young and shy back then, and the unnatural blush on his face when he saw her seemed to be still vivid in her mind. It turned out that all the fate had been quietly planted between their mothers.
Jiang Yan was also a little embarrassed by Su Qingyao's words. He lowered his head slightly, but his eyes behind the glasses were full of smiles. He gently scratched Nian Li's nose and said, "Yes, this is all fate. Just like the friendship between my grandmother and my great-grandmother, our fate is also destined by heaven."
At this moment, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall gradually became warm and harmonious amidst the laughter and joy. The heaviness and sadness that originally filled the air seemed to be dispelled by the strong family affection and warmth.
Siyan and Nianli played and laughed in the ancestral hall. Their laughter, like the spring sunshine, illuminated the entire hall and warmed everyone's heart. Seeing the children so happy, Su Xiang felt a slight relief from his grief. He knew that while the regrets of the past could not be redeemed, the children's joy and happiness were the best solace for this grudge.
Su Jinli and Jiang Yan smiled at each other, their eyes filled with understanding and support for each other, as well as anticipation for their future lives. They understood that while the grudges of the past were complex and heavy, now, in this atmosphere of love, none of them mattered. All they had to do was cherish the happiness they had in front of them and protect this hard-earned home.
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