Chapter 18 It’s not me Ji Yunchan only thinks Yan Heng is right...
Ji Yunchan just thought that Yan Heng was avoiding her.
He was asked for work and a personal indenture. Perhaps he wanted to solve the problem all at once so that he wouldn't be bothered by him again. Yan Heng always did things neatly and efficiently.
Ji Yunchan felt that she had done her utmost to show her kindness to this extent. If she had done any more, she would have grown tired of it.
But there is always a loss that cannot be ignored.
Ji Yunchan drooped her long eyelashes and took a deep breath. She moved too quickly and couldn't help coughing a few times. Her thin body rose and fell, and the pulling caused a dull pain in her chest, which made her calm down.
Ji Yunchan, you should be content with what you have.
She propped herself up and slowly cleared the gloom from her eyes.
The maid came in from outside holding a piece of clothing, and when she came to Ji Yunchan, she said, "Miss Ji, please change your clothes."
Don't say anything else, just look at your nose with your eyes and your heart with your nose.
Ji Yunchan nodded and let her change her clothes.
Over the inner garment, she wore a thin jacket, and the rest of her clothes were set aside. The lotus-colored collar was embroidered with plum blossoms, and the workmanship was exquisite. Ji Yunchan didn't look at it, but said, "Give me the rest too. Now that I'm awake, I should leave."
It's time to leave quietly and never appear in front of him again.
The maid finally spoke up and advised, "The girl has just caught a cold and is weak. You might as well take a rest."
Ji Yunchan shook her head: "No need."
The maid's name was Yuye, and she saw that she couldn't persuade him. Fortunately, the general anticipated that the rescued people would leave, so he didn't force them to stay. She couldn't see through the relationship, but she knew that she shouldn't say more than she should. She just said, "Young lady, wait a minute."
Ji Yunchan nodded, and the maid immediately left the room.
The room was quiet and bare, yet spacious. Were the wing rooms in the general's mansion this large? They were larger than the main house.
The maid had been gone for too long, and Ji Yunchan had been sick and slept all night long. Now she was in high spirits and couldn't fall asleep again.
She was bored, so she put on her shoes and went outside.
There was a thick layer of snow outside the house, leaving only the bluestone path clean. The trees on both sides were soaked in snow water and evenly covered with snow, giving it a sense of freehand white-drawing style.
Ji Yunchan stepped out of the doorway and looked back. Under the blue sky, she saw a tall roof with a plaque inscribed with the words "Provincial Su." Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the roofs of the side yards; none were as high as this one.
This is... the main house.
Ji Yunchan's pupils trembled slightly as her guess came true.
The spaciousness she had felt earlier was now explained, but how could it be the main house? How could it be... she was momentarily baffled.
"Miss Ji, you're still seriously ill, why are you out here?"
On a rainy night, I returned and saw the man who looked like he had lost his soul. I hurried forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Ji Yunchan looked at the caring maid, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head, "I'm fine."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Yuye didn't ask any more questions. He just gave the medicine to Ji Yunchan and said, "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Miss, take it back and remember to boil it and take it on time."
Ji Yunchan felt a weight in her arms, and was slightly surprised, and could not help but look down.
The medicine was in large quantity and had a strong medicinal smell. It looked like it would take more than ten days or half a month to take.
The smell of medicine traveled from her nose all the way to her heart, and her heart began to wrinkle. She couldn't even speak politely. She said awkwardly, "Thank you... and thank the general for me."
Yuye smiled and said "Hey", "I found a sedan chair to take the girl home."
Ji Yunchan didn't have much strength left, so she didn't refuse.
......
The sedan came out of the general's mansion and slowly moved towards the west of the city.
When the low door of the house appeared in front of her again, Ji Yunchan felt as if she was in another world.
The people in the room heard the noise, the curtain moved, and a head popped out. It was Ji Qinnian.
Seeing Ji Yunchan getting off the sedan chair, Ji Qinnian widened his eyes and murmured, "Elder sister..."
He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and shouted into the house, "Eldest sister is back!" He took two steps forward.
Upon hearing the news, Ji's mother and Ji Yun'e also ran out. Ji Yunchan first held her brother, but when she saw her mother coming out, she couldn't help herself and threw herself into her mother's arms, choking and calling, "Mom..."
Ji's mother's eyes were red. She patted her back and kept saying, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
Several people were moved and burst into tears.
Ji's mother was concerned about her daughter's poor health and the suffering she had endured, so she hurriedly took everyone into the house.
When they got to the room, she was told to lie down without explanation. Hearing Ji Yunchan cough twice, Ji's mother, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, secretly lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, then took her hand and said, "My Yuanyuan has suffered."
Ji Yunchan looked at her mother, shook her head, and said nothing. She asked, "Did the Empress and my sister-in-law suffer?" As she spoke, she changed the question, "What happened that night?"
She looked at her mother's haggard face, and the more she asked, the more distressed she felt, and she was eager to get up.
The siblings sitting around the bed were all worried. Mother Ji pressed her shoulders and soothed her, "Hurry and lie down."
"We are all fine. We were just locked up for a few days. It's nothing serious." She assured Ji Yunchan and told her second daughter, "Yun'e, go and boil the medicine."
She turned back, stroked Ji Yunchan's face, and told her in detail about asking Zheng Yong to report the incident. "Perhaps it was Zheng Xiucai who reported this to the child from the Yan family, which allowed us to escape."
She spoke slowly and at length, her tone gentle, as if the fear and trepidation of those few days were someone else's story. Ji Yunchan listened quietly and calmly added, "In that case, I have to thank Brother Zheng very much."
"I should thank him."
Mother Ji nodded, and when she looked up again, she seemed to be hesitant to speak: "It's just..."
Ji Yunchan raised her eyes, waiting for her mother's next words.
Mother Ji couldn't bear it and said, "It's just that the little girl who delivered the letter for you... is gone."
"What?"
Ji Yunchan was so shocked that she almost lost her voice, and two huge tears fell from her eyes.
She leaned forward, gripping the quilt with her knuckles turning white.
Seeing that her mother couldn't bear to answer, she looked at her pleadingly and asked again stubbornly: "What?"
Mother Ji sighed, looked up at her heartbroken daughter, and said softly, "I also heard from people close to Yan Heng that he was caught trying to report you... and was beaten to death."
The wet eyelashes pressed down, and tear marks grew from the eye sockets to the jaw.
The smiling face of Lily of the Valley is right before my eyes, so vivid and innocent.
Now he has turned into dry bones and become a ghost who died in vain.
She trembled all over, and a fear that penetrated her bones arose in her grief, as if she had returned to the dark nights created for the sacrificial dance.
The father's imprisonment, the family's exile, Linglan's death... these bloody warnings are right before our eyes. Power struggles and oppression are rampant, and how many innocent souls have been buried in the earth.
Ji Yunchan took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
She made a silent decision in her heart, and when she looked at her mother again, she had returned to normal. "I understand, Mom."
Ji's mother was speechless and took her daughter into her arms.
She patted her daughter's round back gently, just like she did when her daughter was afraid of ghosts when she was a child. The gentle movement carried a sense of reassurance, as if all the demons and monsters no longer existed and the sky was clear from then on.
“…Aunt Ji?”
There were faint shouts from outside the door.
Ji Yunchan stood up from the warmth of the snuggle and looked outside.
Ji's mother naturally heard it too. She told Ji Yunchan to lie down, tucked the quilt in for her, and said softly, "Have a good sleep, Yuanyuan."
Seeing Ji Yunchan nodding obediently from under the quilt, he went out.
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Outside the door, Zheng Xiucai was holding a basket, hesitant.
Seeing Ji's mother lift the curtain and come out, he hurried forward and bowed, "Aunt Ji."
Then he asked, "Is Miss Ji back?"
"I'm back now. I'm sorry you missed me." Mother Ji said gratefully, "I should have asked her to come out to see you, but she's quite ill and is still bedridden. Please forgive me."
Hearing that Ji Yunchan had returned home, Zheng Yong breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, saying, "That's fine, that's fine. Recovering is more important." He handed the basket to Ji's mother and said sincerely, "This is the food my mother asked me to bring. My aunt just returned from her family and has been busy for days. I'm afraid she hasn't had time to prepare it."
Ji's mother declined: "We have already troubled your family so much, we can't take it anymore."
She pushed the basket back and said sincerely, "Mr. Zheng, you don't know this, but it's a blessing in disguise. My family and I no longer have to work in the prefectural government. Our new employer has sent us all the necessities of life, and now we're doing well."
When Zheng Yong heard the words 'new owner', he was stunned for a moment and withdrew his hand from pushing the basket towards Ji's mother. He was heartbroken, but he forced himself to be happy for Ji's mother: "So, the danger has been averted, and my aunt's family's worries have been relieved."
"Yes." Ji's mother nodded, "When Yunchan recovers from her illness, I'll call her..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Yunchan lifted the curtain and came out.
"Yuanyuan, why did you come out?"
There was a mixture of heartache and blame in Ji's mother's voice. Zheng Yong hadn't seen Ji Yunchan for a long time and was completely unprepared. When he saw her pale face and thinner figure than before, the thoughts that had been surging in his mind for many days came flooding back and he was at a loss for what to do.
Ji Yunchan coughed twice, made up her mind and looked at her mother: "Mom, I want to say a few words to Zheng Xiucai."
She always had her own ideas, and in this situation, Ji's mother knew that she couldn't change them.
Even so, Ji's mother was still distressed and asked, "Can we go inside and talk?"
"Mom, it won't be long." Ji Yunchan shook her head and soothed, "Look how thickly I'm dressed."
There was no point in Ji's mother saying more. She carefully straightened her daughter's cloak to keep the cold out. But when she saw her daughter holding the hand warmer, she paused and went into the house, hesitant to speak.
Ji Yunchan was wearing the same clothes she wore when she returned from the General's Mansion. They were not particularly gorgeous, but they were extremely thick, and the elaborate embroidery on the cloak was something not often seen.
Zheng Yong had to admit that this kind of clothes suited her features.
He had lost all confidence, his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to give up on himself: "Miss Ji, there is no need to force yourself. You are not well yet, you should rest more."
Ji Yunchan shook her head, "Brother Zheng, thank you for saving me. I should get out anyway."
This seems like an opening remark. The speaker is grateful, but that's all he is grateful for.
There are many stories between men and women where a man repays his love with his body for saving his life, but the man is in love with the woman while she is not, so they will never forget the love and will be grateful to the man for his kindness, but they will never repay the man with their body.
Zheng Yong lowered his head in regret and shook his head: "It's not me."
Ji Yunchan was a little surprised.
"It wasn't me." Zheng Yong considered himself a gentleman. Hesitation and wavering were unbecoming, and he would never take credit for someone else's work. He spoke with difficulty, feeling ashamed. "I was too late. General Yan brought you back himself."
Ji Yunchan raised her head suddenly, her pupils trembling.
Zheng Yong felt a pain in his heart when he saw this.
He clenched and unclenched his fists several times before finally looking at Ji Yunchan and asking abruptly, "Miss Ji, have you ever had any history with General Yan?"
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