Chapter 137
Wen Shu sat here, day after day, gazing at the Moon Cave Gate, waiting for him to finish his shift and appear.
But what about him?
He didn't tell her about the blood feud within the Marquis's family, nor about how Lady Cai had driven his father and brother to their deaths, nor about how ruthless Cai Hui was, or how the Empress Dowager intended to seize control of the court...
The weather in Beijing is too cold; the frost and wind sting my skin...
Pei Lingjun had always believed that as long as the great revenge was avenged, he and Wen Shu would have plenty of time together in the future, and that enduring for a while was understandable.
But he was wrong. Before he could avenge his great enemy, he lost Wen Shu!
“Ah Shu…”
The young man's low, murmuring voice was almost inaudible, and the warm, peaceful scent of sandalwood filled the room, much like the scent on her body.
Pei Lingjun sat by the window all night.
The next day, when Zhu Zijin arrived from the Zhu residence, he was directed by a servant to the west courtyard.
"The west courtyard? Isn't that just an uninhabited courtyard?"
Zhu Zijin tilted his head and asked the steward of the mansion.
Before the old Marquis and his eldest son had their accident, the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion was always bustling and lively, never as empty as it is now.
Several courtyards were empty, and there were only two masters in the mansion. Moreover, the First Madam was still...
The old steward shook his head and sighed, "I don't know what's wrong with the young master. Ever since he returned to Jijing last time, he has locked himself in his room and been depressed for several days. He was drunk every day. It was only after the old nanny of the manor invited the eldest young lady that the young master was able to get back on his feet."
"After that..." The old butler's eyes were cloudy, but his mind was very sharp, "The young master had the west courtyard cleaned up and furnished... furnished it like a women's bedroom..."
The pearwood mandarin duck couch, the intricately woven hand warmer, the sandalwood dressing mirror and the eight-treasure rouge box that were brought into the mansion were all personally arranged by him.
It can't be their husbands who use it...
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zijin's eyes widened, he hissed, and muttered, "Why is Uncle in such a hurry?"
Before the betrothal and engagement have even been arranged, all the items the girl will need after the wedding have already been prepared.
Pei Lingjun's hands and feet had been outside in the cold all night and were numb with cold. Zhu Zijin knocked on the door, waking Pei Lingjun. He was unable to move for a moment, so he asked Zhu Zijin to wait outside.
Pei Lingjun opened the door once he could barely move his hands and feet.
"What is it?"
The butler had already left. Zhu Zijin, without his usual folding fan, noticed the bloodshot eyes in Pei Lingjun's eyes and asked, "Uncle, did you not get enough rest last night?"
Pei Lingjun waved his hand, "Let's talk in the study."
"I heard today that His Majesty issued an edict to confiscate Cai's property, but spared his life!" Zhu Zijin slammed his fist on the long table, angrily saying, "Such a serious crime, yet he was spared! Truly, a scourge lives on forever!"
"Uncle, what are your plans for the future? Are we still going to seek revenge?" the boy asked cautiously.
Pei Lingjun suddenly looked up, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. "His Majesty may spare him, but the blood feud of the Marquis's family will not. If His Majesty will not take action, then I will have no choice but to send him on his way personally—"
The repatriation of Cai to his hometown was a done deal. Pei Lingjun arrived quietly, received the result, and then had to leave.
He had promised Ah Shu he would return before the end of the year, and he couldn't break his promise.
He's missed it too many times.
Zhu Zijin hesitated for a moment, then casually inquired, "Is that Miss Zhuang still in Shanzhou?"
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