Chapter 145
It was common for them to smash up the maids in the mansion.
She had been there once before; the First Madam grabbed her by the neck, her eyes bloodshot, yelling, "You vicious woman! You'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death!!"
She didn't know who the First Madam mistook her for, but afterwards, Pei Lingjun forbade her from approaching that courtyard when the First Madam was not in a daze.
Occasionally, when the First Madam returned from worshipping Buddha, she would see her. The woman wore no hair ornaments, and her face looked much older than her actual age. One could vaguely discern that Pei Lingjun's eyes and eyebrows actually resembled her somewhat.
"Since you are in the Marquis's mansion, you should behave yourself. I am already displeased that Jun'er brought you into the mansion. If you disturb his mind and make him forget the blood feud of the Marquis's mansion, I will definitely not forgive you!"
The First Madam disliked her; everyone in the household knew it, and she herself knew it too, so they rarely went near her.
She entered the Marquis's mansion a little over a year ago, but her heart disease became incurable and she died.
At that time, Pei Lingjun would attend court during the day and kneel in the ancestral hall at night, doing this every day, as if he was only satisfied when he had tormented himself beyond recognition.
After that, disregarding the opinions of the world, he insisted on marrying Princess Sui'an, and they were married in a respectful manner.
This affection is rare and precious, but unfortunately, it's not for her.
Wen Shu closed her eyes, yawned, and nestled into the soft bedding, falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, the sky was perfectly clear.
Wen Shu got up and saw Han Xiang standing outside, blinking her big eyes at her with a half-smile on her face, hiding something.
"What's wrong?"
"Miss, let me help you with your washing and grooming."
Wen Shu waved her hand, "Didn't I tell you not to refer to yourself as a servant? I can take care of it myself."
Hanxiang handed over the warm water she had prepared earlier, and stood there with a towel in hand. "I'm used to calling you that, and I can't change it. Besides, you are my mistress."
"Alright, alright, I can't argue with you." Wen Shu took the handkerchief to wipe her face, then tied her hair into a simple bun in front of the bronze mirror before heading to the main room for dinner.
There was no one in the main room. Presumably, her mother and Wenji were still busy. Wen Shu took a sip of tea and was about to go to the small kitchen to help when she turned her head and saw a young man in a black robe with a qilin pattern, his sleeves slightly rolled up, carrying a plate in.
When Wen Shu finally saw the young man's face, she almost spat out the tea she hadn't yet swallowed.
"Cough cough cough!!"
She couldn't swallow the tea quickly enough and choked, bending over and coughing violently.
Pei Lingjun quickly wiped his hands and patted her back repeatedly, "How could you be so careless?"
As soon as Zhou Yun entered, she saw this scene. She coughed lightly and said with a hint of reproach, "Shu'er, your cousin Song came back yesterday. Why didn't you tell me? Your cousin has no relatives or friends in Anyang. Why did you let him stay at an inn?"
"Mother, I—"
"It's alright, Auntie." Pei Lingjun was exceptionally understanding, smiling as he said, "A-Shu just felt it wasn't appropriate for a man like me to stay here, but with the year-end approaching, the inn is all empty and quite deserted..."
Wen Shu took a deep breath and looked at Pei Lingjun in disbelief. Seeing him distribute the bamboo chopsticks, she smiled and looked over, asking, "Didn't you tell Auntie that I've returned to Shanzhou?"
"Ah..." Wen Shu met Zhou Yun's gaze and weakly explained, "I was planning to tell you today, but I didn't expect my cousin to come so early."
Wenji and the others already knew Pei Lingjun's true identity, but Wen Shu dared not tell Zhou Yun.
Her mother would certainly not want to see her get involved with a big shot in Jijing and end up as someone's concubine. How could a concubine's life be pleasant?
"We're all family, why should we stay at the Wen residence? Staying in the courtyard is like trying to avoid suspicion!" Zhou Yun scolded playfully. "We'll bring your cousin over today, so we can stay together and look after each other. No inn is as comfortable as home."
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