The young man rode forward on his horse, gripping the whip in both hands, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited steed, exuding heroic vigor.
Suddenly, a sharp blade appeared and pierced his chest.
Blood splattered on his robe, and the boy's vibrant face suddenly lost its color. He stretched out his hand with all his might, but could only cry out as he fell from his horse, "Sister Yuyao..."
The girl, who was leaning against the armchair, suddenly woke up, but accidentally aggravated her injured leg, and gasped in pain.
Just then, her personal maid rushed in and reported, "Miss, Young Master Fang has left, heading north."
The pain vanished in an instant, replaced by confusion and helplessness.
The girl, who had always loved wearing pale yellow dresses, stared blankly to the north for a long while before finally letting out a soft "Oh."
Three years can change a lot.
It can transform the innocent, lively, and carefree Wang Yuyao into a scheming villain, or it can turn a delicate young lady into someone who will stop at nothing to prop up her dilapidated family.
“Miss, you could have listened to Young Master Fufeng’s arrangement, married into an ordinary, well-off family, and lived a good life,” the maid had advised.
But her mother was unwilling, her maternal grandfather was unwilling, and her deceased uncle was unwilling.
The entire Sun family, with its immense burdens, rested on her shoulders, awaiting her marriage to the Fang family and hoping she would revitalize the clan.
She had unknowingly stepped onto a precarious rope, with thorns in front of her and a vast army behind her. She had no choice but to move forward, and she had to get through it.
I still remember her as a child, tugging at her mother's sleeve and asking, "Why can't it be Brother Heng? Why does it have to be someone else?"
"Silly child," the mother said helplessly, "because the eldest branch of the Fang family lost to the second branch, because he was incapable, because it was fate."
That fate is truly terrible.
The promised marriage was changed, and she was the one who had to force the young man to leave.
Northern Xinjiang is very far away and very cold. Will something happen? Will there be bloodshed? Will it be frozen forever and never be able to return?
Wang Yuyao took a deep breath, as if to expel all her panic along with the foul air.
In the evening, another maid came to report, "Miss, the Fang family sent word that your engagement with Young Master Fang is still on. Young Master Fang also sent some men over, saying that they are at your disposal."
Wang Yuyao was taken aback.
This was a good thing, and it was exactly what the Sun family had longed for after their downfall. But she felt no ripples in her heart; instead, she felt only a little bit of relief.
He's not here anymore.
From now on, the sky will be high and the road will be long, and they will have no further connection.
If you have any ambition, then come back and fight back honorably. Wang Yuyao will admit defeat.
If you have no ability, it would be better for you to die in the distant northern frontier than to be murdered in front of her.
The girl in pale yellow suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze flickering with indifference.
As for the men sent by the Fang family...
Her gaze lowered slightly, landing on her severed legs, her eyes revealing jealousy and ruthlessness.
In the courtyard adorned with flowers.
Fang Heng's departure really dampened everyone's spirits for a while. They didn't even have the energy to celebrate the Lantern Festival, just eating some glutinous rice balls as a last resort.
Every day, her brothers tried to cheer Jiang Sheng up by bringing her delicious food or fun toys, but the little girl couldn't muster any enthusiasm when faced with the sudden separation.
Wen Zhiyun wanted to take her pulse to see if there was anything wrong with her.
As January was drawing to a close, the little girl still had little smile on her face. Out of pity and to offer some advice, Zhang Xianglian brought her a bowl of egg drop soup.
"Have some, little Jiang Sheng." Aunt Zhang handed over the egg drop soup.
Jiang Sheng obediently took the bowl and chopsticks, stirred them a couple of times, and then put them down. "Auntie, I'm not hungry."
“Little Jiang Sheng, you want to eat.” Aunt Zhang said seriously, “I know you can’t bear to part with Fang Heng, but you’ve forgotten something. Fang Heng is your brother, and also the brother of Xiao Zhiyun and Xiao Changyan, and the younger brother of Ruqian and Xiao Mo. You can be sad, but your brothers will be sad too, right?”
Jiang Sheng nodded blankly.
“Your brothers are already saddened by Fang Heng’s departure, and now they have to worry about you too. That will only make them more upset, won’t it?” Aunt Zhang gently comforted her. “Little Jiang Sheng is a good girl. She wouldn’t have the heart to make her brothers worry, would she?”
Little Jiang Sheng nodded, her big, watery eyes filled with self-reproach. She picked up the egg drop soup and drank it all in one gulp, then obediently promised, "Auntie is right. It's Jiang Sheng's fault. I've made Auntie and my brothers worry these past few days. Jiang Sheng shouldn't have made you worry. I'll eat well and live happily from now on."
The little girl raised the corners of her mouth, forcing a bright smile.
Seeing this, Zhang Xianglian felt a lump in her throat and almost burst into tears.
She suddenly felt that she was being a bit bad; she shouldn't have advised Xiao Jiangsheng like that, and she shouldn't have forced her to be happy.
But seeing the once cheerful and lively courtyard filled with loneliness, she really couldn't bear it. These children should be happy and positive every day.
“Auntie, don’t feel guilty. You’re right. Jiang Sheng has been thinking things through lately. I shouldn’t have let my emotions affect everyone.” Jiang Sheng comforted Zhang Xianglian in return. “Auntie, you did the right thing. Jiang Sheng should thank you, Auntie.”
How can there be such an obedient child?
Unable to control herself any longer, Zhang Xianglian covered her face and left, sobbing.
Just then, Zheng Ruqian came in from outside and brushed past Aunt Zhang. He was stunned. "Jiang Sheng, did you have a fight with your aunt?"
Little Jiang Sheng sniffed, looked up, and smiled brightly. "Second brother is talking nonsense. Jiang Sheng would never quarrel with Aunt. It was Jiang Sheng who finished the egg drop soup in one go, and Aunt was happy."
"You can be so happy that you cry after drinking egg drop soup in one go?" Zheng Ruqian scratched his head, finding it unbelievable.
On second thought, Jiang Sheng hadn't had an appetite for a long time, and it was rare for him to drink the whole bowl in one go. His aunt was probably happy about that. He thought it made sense, and grinned, showing his big teeth. "You like egg drop soup, I'll go get you some."
At dinner, Jiang Sheng not only chatted happily with her brothers, but also ate two extra steamed buns.
From Zheng Ruqian to Xu Mo, and then to Wen Zhiyun at the long banquet, everyone breathed a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly.
"Come on, eat more." Zheng Ruqian placed another steamed bun in front of Jiang Sheng. "It's filled with preserved mustard greens and pork. Your second brother personally brought back these preserved mustard greens. Eat more, eat more."
Jiang Sheng let out a burp, which smelled strongly of steamed buns. She quickly covered it with her hand, leaving only her bright, watery eyes peeking out as she looked rather embarrassed.
Xu Mo grabbed it with a grumpy tone and placed it in front of Chang Yan, saying, "Little sister is full. Don't force her to eat more, or she'll get indigestion."
At the equally full banquet, "..."
Wen Zhiyun very considerately took Xiao Wu's hand and whispered in his ear, "Xiao Wu, don't worry, I've prepared some medicine to help with digestion."
It's better not to deserve it at all.
Dinner is over.
Zheng Ruqian glanced at Jiang Sheng several times, confirming that the young girl had truly come to terms with things. He then decided to announce something: "I may be leaving in the next few days."
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