She had prepared it early and planned to give it to Xu Jingye after the marriage tonight.
It is a token of love given in the previous life, and a handkerchief used to stop bleeding in this life.
Looking at the handkerchief, Yan Yunshu felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, hatred, pain and sadness, but this was not because of Xu Jingye.
Rather, it comes from the heartache and anger towards my past self.
On this day in her previous life, everyone knew that the emperor would grant her and Xu Jingye a marriage at the Beginning of Winter Banquet. For this, she spent countless days and nights, ruining one handkerchief after another and pricking her fingers again and again before she could embroider this handkerchief.
She was filled with joy and carefully gave the gift to Xu Jingye. The next day, she saw her deep love for him appear in Yan Shuyao.
Yan Shuyao was crying, so he handed her the handkerchief. After she used it, he naturally threw it on the ground. Yan Yunshu picked it up again, took it back to the yard, washed it, dried it, and then kept it carefully.
In her previous life, Yan Yunshu was just trapped by love, but she was not stupid. Of course, she felt sad that her hard work for so many days was wasted, but she comforted herself that fortunately, he had accepted it after all, and it was worth commemorating.
When Yan Yunshu recalls it now, she just wants to slap herself to wake her up.
Her unwavering and undignified devotion to Xu Jingye really made her doubt that the person was not herself.
She was annoyed, but she heard faint sobbing outside the window. She was really scared. At this time, Yan Shuyao's voice came, "Sister..."
Damn it, he hasn't left yet! !
"Don't be sad, sister. Father is doing this for your own good..."
"roll!!!"
After Yan Yunshu finished yelling, she changed her position, leaned against the straw stack, and wrapped herself more tightly, not wanting to hear any more of Yan Shuyao's voice.
After a while, after a rustling sound, Yan Shuyao's footsteps finally went away.
Yan Yunshu's tense nerves finally relaxed.
So tired.
She fought with this and that like a big rooster.
We fought all night long.
She felt that all her energy was drained and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Even if there is the joy of rebirth, there is no time to savor it. I just feel so tired. The whole world, the whole dream, seems to be still immersed in that endless quarrel, unable to escape.
It gave her a splitting headache.
Finally, she looked at the light of snow shining through the cracks in the window.
Fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, she was awakened by the sound of wind whistling outside the window.
The wind was so strong that the only lamp in the woodshed fell with a snap, and the woodshed was plunged into darkness.
She panicked for a moment, but soon regained her composure. She saw a ray of light from nature shining through the cracks in the dark woodshed, which comforted her.
Fortunately, it’s not in the dark death cell.
Fortunately, I don’t have to face the long and endless days of despair and living with dead rats.
fine……
She wrapped her silver fox cloak tightly around her and felt warm.
This made her feel satisfied. And if nothing unexpected happened, she would be able to return to her own yard tomorrow morning.
Because tomorrow, a "noble person" will come to your door.
This noble person, of course, refers to the eldest prince, His Royal Highness Prince Ye, Xu Jingye.
So the next day, when she was woken up by the sound of the door opening, it was no surprise that she looked at the person who came with clear eyes.
He is the steward in charge of miscellaneous affairs in the mansion.
He was skinny and silent, so silent that she had been locked up in the woodshed so many times and had almost never heard him say a word.
Today, however, she heard him speak for the first time. "Miss Yunshu, your maids in the courtyard said they are busy and don't have time to come to pick you up. They asked you to return to the courtyard by yourself. Also, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Master are waiting for you in the front hall."
She understood, stood up, brushed off the straw around her, nodded at him, and strode towards her yard.
The prime minister's mansion was very large, and her yard was very close to the woodshed, both in a remote location.
Originally, her yard was located in the best area of the mansion, in the southeast corner of the center of the mansion. There was a large garden and lake behind it. It was her mother's residence when she was alive. She had lived with her mother since she was young.
After her mother left, the courtyard was left to her, but later the eldest prince said that he liked Meilin Courtyard and hoped that she could move to Yan Shuyao's Meilin Courtyard, saying that this courtyard was quiet and artistic.
Very suitable for Yan Yunshu.
And he would rather come here.
So she moved to Meilinyuan without thinking, while Yan Shuyao "felt wronged" and "reluctantly gave up" and happily moved to Fanghuayuan.
Aunt Zhu has been persuading Yan Yunshu to give up Fanghua Garden to Yan Shuyao.
With just one word from the eldest prince, it became Yan Shuyao's.
Now, she returned to Meilin Courtyard alone, looking at the yard covered with deep snow, weeds taller than people, and even the snow could not hold it down.
I just felt really cold.
She must move back to her mother's yard as soon as possible, and take back the generous dowry her mother left for her.
The snow was vast and the Meilin Courtyard was located in a remote area, making it even colder.
The north wind was blowing, blowing up snowflakes on the ground.
Yan Yunshu just stood in the yard.
In a pavilion not far away, two maids, Xiaohong and Xiaolu, were cracking melon seeds and chatting jokingly, completely unaware that their master had returned.
"She's the daughter of the prime minister's family, but she's been locked up in the woodshed every other day. If anyone knows about this, she'll be worse than our maids."
"Don't compare us with her. She's crazy and stupid, how can she compare to us?"
"Alas! If she hadn't come from a good family, how could we respectfully call her Miss? I think she has nothing good except her family background, especially her face, which is painted like a ghost! I was scared to death several times when I woke up at night!"
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