Chapter 646 Learning of One's Own Feelings
Cheng Wan'er received this news just as she received Mianmian's letter.
With a heavy heart, she told Mianmian about it.
Mianmian was quite surprised, "I never expected your father to marry you off to that Lord You."
Cheng Wan'er lowered her head, twisting a handkerchief in her hand, deep in thought. "I didn't expect this either."
Mianmian took her hand and asked, "Sister Wan'er, do you want to get married? If you don't want to, then you don't have to."
Cheng Wan'er looked up at her, "Mianmian, even if I don't marry Lord You now, there will be Lord Li and Lord Zhang in the future. No matter who they are, it's all the same to me."
Neither of them was the one she had in her heart.
Mianmian looked around, her eyes darting around, and immediately came up with a good idea.
“Sister Wan’er is right. Anyway, it doesn’t matter who you marry, at least Lord You is handsome and talented.” Mianmian echoed her words.
This was a subtle hint that she should accept the marriage proposal.
Cheng Wan'er wanted to say something more, but after a long silence, she said helplessly, "That's right, at least he is handsome."
Mianmian changed the subject, saying, "Sister Wan'er, I want a painting of a thousand birds. Could you paint one for me?"
Cheng Wan'er snapped out of her thoughts and replied, "Of course, please help me get out the paper and ink, Your Highness."
“I’ve been ready for a while now. Look, there it is.” Mianmian said, pointing towards the yard.
The courtyard was filled with orchids, and next to the orchids was a small pavilion. On the table in the pavilion were the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone she needed for painting.
Cheng Wan'er asked in confusion, "Are we going to paint in the pavilion?"
Mianmian took her hand and led her to the pavilion. "The courtyard is cool today, perfect for painting."
Cheng Wan'er also felt that the air outside was pleasant and refreshing.
The two women went to the pavilion; one stood and painted, while the other sat and watched her paint.
The two were so engrossed in discussing the painting that they didn't notice someone walking towards the courtyard gate.
Yesterday, after listening to what Mianmian and Du Wanchun said, Yi'er came to see who this Mr. Cheng Jun was.
He looked up and saw Cheng Wan'er. She held the pen skillfully and wrote with flowing strokes.
He was suddenly startled; it turned out that she was Mr. Cheng Jun.
It's surprising that the person who could create such a painting is a woman.
Yi'er slowly took two steps forward, and her image involuntarily appeared in her mind.
Over the years, he seemed to have seen her countless times, but she seemed to have never spoken to him.
He remembered his book falling and her picking it up, his gaze inadvertently falling on her face.
I remember that face so clearly that I can see it even in my dreams.
On one occasion, when he had a cold, he even dreamed that she came to feed him medicine.
The sensation of their fingers touching was so real that it left him somewhat dazed for months, and he still finds it unforgettable.
It's a pity that it was all just a dream.
He had no idea that any of this was actually happening.
While he was silently watching someone, that person was also silently watching her.
It's just that neither of them knew it.
Yi'er's state of mind changed, and the way she looked at the people in the pavilion also underwent a dramatic transformation, with a hint of tenderness appearing in her usually aloof eyes.
Even Du Wanchun, her own mother, had never seen such tenderness.
Mianmian glanced at Yi'er with her head slightly turned, feeling uneasy, wondering if her older brother had finally come to his senses.
When she turned around to take another look, she found that her older brother had already left the yard.
She sighed deeply, finally understanding what it meant to be a hopeless case.
No sooner had Yi'er left than Cheng Wan'er finished her painting.
After rolling up the painting, she told Mianmian her decision after careful consideration, "Mianmian, I have decided to marry Lord You."
Mianmian did not refute, but nodded and said, "Alright, Lord You is indeed a good candidate."
While painting, Cheng Wan'er thought about it. Since there was no possibility of her marrying the Crown Prince, she might as well marry someone who shared the same interests. Fortunately, Lord You also liked painting, which was better than marrying someone who knew nothing.
After she returned from the palace, she told her parents about it.
Lord Cheng and his wife were very pleased.
The two began preparing for the wedding between the Cheng and You families.
Not long after Cheng Wan'er returned to her room, she was disturbed by her fourth sister.
She quickly got up and opened the door.
The two sisters didn't have a deep relationship in the past, but they've gotten much better over the years.
The two slept on the same couch and talked to each other all night.
A month later, news of the marriage between the Cheng and You families spread throughout the capital.
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