One hundred and ninety-eight
On the afternoon of the day Fu Wei returned, Zhou Liu's personal maid came to the clinic looking for Yu Ying anxiously.
Miss Zhou Liu and Miss Zhou Qi had not been to the medical school for the past few days. The steward came to ask for leave, saying that it was inconvenient for them to attend classes these days.
Although the reason was not stated explicitly, Yu Ying knew it very well. Besides, she was a girl from the Duke's Mansion, so she would not get to the bottom of it.
She was not surprised that Miss Zhou Liu's maid came to look for Yu Ying, as she roughly knew what it was for.
After Yu Ying gave a few instructions to the doctor at the clinic, she took two female doctors and the maid to the Duke's Mansion.
Just as he entered the house, he ran into a few people leaving. Zhou Yi saw off a man, a strange man with a strong aura.
From the moment she saw this man, Yu Ying guessed his identity in an instant.
——King of Pengcheng.
He was indeed tall, about 1.9 meters tall by modern measurements, but definitely not strong. After all, how could a slave kept in captivity, who was fed alternately with hunger, be raised to be too strong?
Yu Ying's previous impression of the King of Pengcheng came from Fu Wei's description, so she always thought that he was an unusually strong man with a fierce appearance.
But seeing him today, he is neither strong nor fierce.
He is not the type who is extremely strong, nor does he look fierce, but his aura is extremely powerful.
Some people just stand there quietly, and with just a glance at you, you can feel the oppression sweeping from all directions.
It is not an exaggeration to put people in the deep sea.
What kind of experience could make a person feel so oppressed?
Yu Ying paused for two breaths, then stood aside. When Zhou Yi came over, she nodded slightly at them.
Zhou Yi paused and called out, "Madam Yu, is there anything that brought you here?"
She would call Yu Ying by her husband's surname, but she would also call her by her real surname out of respect or because she had a close relationship with her.
Heng Ji, who had no interest at first, stopped and turned to look at the young woman when he heard the voice of Madam Yu.
Yu Ying responded, "Sixth Miss is feeling unwell, so I came to see you."
When Zhou Yi heard what Yu Niang said, he knew what was wrong with his sixth sister, but he did not expose her. He just nodded and was about to leave when King Pengcheng beside him spoke.
"Fu Wei is your husband?"
Yu Ying was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head and replied calmly, "It is my husband."
"I, Yu, greet the King of Pengcheng."
Without any introduction, he recognized him as King of Pengcheng just by feeling. His eyesight was the same as Fu Wei's.
Heng Ji looked at her for a moment, not knowing what he saw. After a while, he slowly spoke: "You two are indeed different from others."
Zhou Yi naturally knew the difference between the couple and smiled: "Indeed, Mr. Fu and Madam Yu are both capable people."
Heng Ji shook his head: "It's not ability, it's aura."
There was doubt in the eyes of Yu Ying and Zhou Yi.
Heng Ji continued, "Everyone has a different aura, and the eyes are the most obvious. Fu Wei's smile appears sincere, but others think he's fake. Even he thinks it's fake, but he's genuine. And you..." His gaze fell on her, and he said, "You exude a kind of peace that is rare among ordinary people."
King Pengcheng's words were confusing and vague.
But Yu Ying understood his description of Fu Wei.
Everyone felt that Fu Wei was wearing a mask, even Fu Wei himself felt so.
But Fu Wei is no longer the Fu Wei described in the book, whose dark side occupies most of his heart, nor is he the Fu Wei who would sacrifice innocent people for revenge.
In her eyes, Fu Wei is a man with a pure heart, a man who cares about both the big family and his own family.
After King Pengcheng said those words, he turned around and walked towards the gate with a calm expression.
After Zhou Yi said goodbye, he also saw King Pengcheng off.
Yu Ying turned and looked in the direction they left, looking at King Pengcheng's back thoughtfully.
The maid behind her reminded her, "The young lady is still waiting for the master."
Yu Ying came back to her senses and went to the Sixth Miss's yard.
After entering the house, the fifth girl's face was full of anxiety. She walked over quickly and grabbed Yu Ying's hands in panic.
"Sir, what should I do?"
After a moment of panic, he realized that there were others around, and quickly controlled his emotions. After calming down a little, he said to the others, "You guys go out and wait."
After dismissing the others and leaving only the two of them, Zhou Liu's panic and helplessness, typical of her age, were fully revealed. "Sir, what should I do? My father wants me to marry Prince Pengcheng and go on an outing with him tomorrow!"
Because of fear, the voice was trembling.
Yu Ying, who had just met King Pengcheng, could understand why the little girl was afraid.
He's so rough and has such a strong aura, like a murderous man. How can I not be afraid?
If she had not met King Pengcheng today, perhaps she would have tried her best to help the Sixth Miss.
But after meeting him today, she could understand why Fu Wei was so complicated. He felt that Prince Pengcheng would be a good man, but he was not the good man in a woman's heart.
Judging from his appearance, Prince Pengcheng is definitely not the handsome man that most girls hope for.
But in this chaotic era, based on Fu Wei's analysis of King Pengcheng and what she had just seen and heard, King Pengcheng was a place where people could live a stable life.
Yu Ying was shaken.
She looked at the little girl, whose face was filled with fear and bewilderment, and after a long silence, she asked, "Since we have avoided the marriage with Pengcheng this time, have you considered what your future marriages will be like, Sixth Miss?"
"As long as it's not that King Pengcheng, I can marry anyone! That King Pengcheng is too, too fierce. I feel like he can take my life with just one glance from him!" Showing her displeasure and making her father unhappy would certainly not end well, but she didn't care too much.
Yu Ying was silent for a moment, then asked, "Sixth Miss, how do you want me to help you?"
The Sixth Miss grasped at a lifeline and said anxiously, "Mr. Fu was trying to win over the King of Pengcheng. If we just say a few more words, the King of Pengcheng will not even consider the idea of marriage!"
"But if the county lord knew about it, my husband would no longer be able to serve as the minister of justice."
The Sixth Miss was stunned when she heard this and was at a loss.
She didn't think too much about it. She just wanted to avoid the fate of an arranged marriage. When she heard what her husband said, her hands loosened tremblingly. Her eyes were red and the light in them was gone. She murmured to herself, "I didn't think too much about it. I'm sorry for making things difficult for you, sir..."
The Sixth Miss is a kind person. Yu Ying has taught her for a long time, so she knows this.
She shook her head: "It's not that I can't help."
Hope reappeared in the eyes of the Sixth Girl, and she looked at her with burning eyes.
"But Ah Ling, you must first plan for the future before taking any action. Furthermore, in order to assess whether this marriage is a good fit, you must first understand what kind of person King Pengcheng is. Then, you must rationally determine whether the future husband you long for is truly as wonderful as you dreamed of."
Ling is the sixth girl's courtesy name. Normally, the teacher would only call her that in the medical school.
Zhou Ling looked at Yu Ying and opened her mouth to say that if the teacher didn't want to help, she could just say so. But when she met the teacher's eyes, which were as serious and fair as when he was teaching, she knew that the words were sincere.
She sat down at the table with tears in her eyes, lowering her head and muttering, "I know my future marriage won't be what I want. My mother and brother still have to live in the mansion, so I can't decide on marriage. If I marry, it'll be from a family of equal status. With my parents' support, my in-laws won't dare to do anything. Even if my husband takes a concubine, we'll still be treated with respect. I accept it."
The Sixth Miss has a calm and likable personality. Most importantly, she is open-minded and puts the overall situation first. No wonder Sect Leader Zhou wants the Sixth Miss to marry.
"But that man... is the King of Pengcheng who is said to have killed thousands of people. I am afraid. I am afraid that I will die in a foreign land and never see my aunt and brother again. I am afraid that even if I get sick, no one will care for me and I will be all alone." When she said this, she clenched her palms tightly.
Family members are the weak spot of most people.
The same goes for Yu Ying. No matter how much time has passed, she has decided to live a good life, but she will never forget her relatives whom she may never see again, and the longing for them will accompany her throughout her life.
Yu Ying sighed lightly and didn't say much to comfort her.
No matter how much you say, it's just some useless comforting words to soothe your emotions, and it can't solve the fundamental problem.
After a long silence, Yu Ying simply said, "The decision on the marriage does not belong to us, nor to you, and certainly not to the Duke."
Hearing this, Zhou Ling raised her tearful eyes and looked at her husband: "Is he at the King of Pengcheng's place?"
Yu Ying nodded. "My husband had anticipated the possibility of an alliance and had discussed it with me, but we ultimately came to a conclusion."
Under Zhou Ling's eager gaze, Yu Ying slowly said, "If a marriage is to be arranged, King Pengcheng will definitely ask the person for their opinion first."
This morning, when Fu Wei was having breakfast, he said these words to her.
King Pengcheng would not refuse, but at the same time he would not force.
Zhou Ling opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly, seeming a little unconvinced.
Yu Ying gave her an affirmative smile: "Mr. Fu, who is employed by the county lord, would not speak nonsense. Since he can guarantee it, we can trust him 90%."
One more point is fate.
"King Pengcheng has no shortage of allies, so naturally he won't rely on marriage to consolidate his alliance. If he wants a marriage, between forced and willing, who wouldn't choose a willing wife?"
"There's no shortage of such people among the Zhou family's side branches or legitimate descendants."
Ever since Zhou Ling had a vague guess and then received a hint from her biological mother, she was anxious and confused, so she didn't think about anything else. But after hearing what her husband said, she realized that there was indeed more than one candidate for marriage.
"First, consider whether you can accept the pressure and various possible changes that may come with not marrying. King Pengcheng will question you soon, and then you can tell him the answer from your heart."
Zhou Ling was silent for a long time before he asked hesitantly, "What if I still don't want to in the end?"
"Whether rich or poor, or powerful, there are stories of people staying together until old age. But there are also many cases where the poor sell their wives and children for money, the rich take concubines because their wives are old and ugly, and the powerful exploit and oppress others for their beauty and power. Human nature is not perfect. Outsiders can only guide, but most of it depends on your own discernment. Whether the choice is good or bad, it is your own choice, and you will bear the consequences yourself."
The tears in Zhou Ling's eyes suddenly increased.
Seeing this, Yu Ying quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears and said, "Okay, why are you crying again?"
Zhou Ling's voice choked slightly as she spoke, "When my aunt came to talk to me, she kept talking about the benefits of marrying to Pengcheng. It would allow my brother to gain power and gain a firm foothold in the harem. I also understand that my mother and her family are walking on thin ice in the harem, fearing that one misstep would cost them their lives. They need a powerful backer."
"I understand she's doing this for my own good, so I can live with the title of Princess of Pengcheng. But she never asked me if I was willing, nor did she ask me if I was afraid..."
But her father only used her to stabilize the two sides, which made her very disappointed.
When Zhou Ling finished speaking, her voice was filled with tears.
Yu Ying patted her shoulder lightly.
No matter how sensible she is, she is just a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.
Yu Ying said in a gentle voice, "If you really don't want to, sir, I will help you, but only this time, and the prerequisite is that you have to rely on yourself. Go see King Pengcheng first."
"But I'm afraid..."
But she also knew that it was not her husband's responsibility to help her, so she said hesitantly after a few breaths, "Although I'm afraid, I still want to meet him. After all, we are in Yuzhang, in the Zhou Mansion. He shouldn't be able to take my life, or do anything out of line."
If meeting once can get rid of the arranged marriage, and meeting once can get rid of thousands of meetings in the future, then there is no doubt that they will definitely meet.
She believes in Mr.
The first lesson the teacher gave to the female students was not like the old pedantic ones who taught them how to be virtuous. Instead, he asked them to take care of themselves first and then help others to the best of their ability.
Mr. is different, so when Zhou Ling had no one to turn to for help, he would think of asking for help from Mr. first.
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