Chapter 59. Chapter 59. He spoke to her again and again. ...
She pointed at Si Qing, stammering incoherently, "You, how could you..." Her face flushed red with anger, and she hurriedly grabbed Yin Yuan's hand, pulling him into the house.
She lowered her head, as if it were about to touch the ground, and her grip on the man's hand was only half-hearted.
Yin Yuan's hands were cold and pale. With each step she took, he gripped her hand tighter until it completely enveloped hers.
He asked, "Are you feeling guilty?"
"Admittedly, I don't want to hear about what you and he did in bed, but I don't care."
Already feeling ashamed and resentful because of Si Qing's outrageous words, Yin Yuan kept nagging her incessantly.
She turned and glared at the man, her gaze sweeping over his handsome, thin face. Her lips parted but she remained silent, her meaning conveyed without words.
"..." Yin Yuan turned his eyes and let her pull him into the house.
Once inside the room, she hurriedly closed the doors and windows, but she could still hear shouts outside.
"Sister, did my words offend you?"
Si Qing stood outside the window: "I'm sorry, I was in too much of a hurry just now. Please come out and check on me again, at least let me apologize to you..."
She seemed not to hear, closed the window, sat on the couch, stared at the window, and frowned deeply.
What on earth did she get into trouble with...?
Yin Yuan stood at the door, staring at the window, his face expressionless.
Only when he heard a crisp slapping sound outside the window did he glance at her.
Hearing the slapping sounds outside, Leng Cuizhu's heart clenched even tighter, feeling as if it were being cooked and fried.
"If you refuse to come out and see me, I'll keep hitting myself until you're satisfied." With that, the sound of slaps rang out again, one after another, without even a moment to catch her breath.
She huddled on the couch, the sound of the slaps sending shivers down his spine.
"You, you hurry up and get him out of here..." In her desperation, she threw this hot potato directly to Yin Yuan.
He wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he chuckled to himself.
After Yin Yuan chased Si Qing and her group away, she had already curled up on the couch and was about to fall asleep, with only her eyelids still barely open.
"They've left?"
"Um."
She reached up to remove the hairpin from her hair: "Then you should leave too."
Yin Yuan had just sat down when he heard this and turned to look at her.
What do you take me for?
"Since officials use a lot of flowery language to criticize me for misjudging people, why don't they bother to look through some classic texts and find a few words to describe themselves?"
"...That was said in anger."
"Are you going to copy him and slap yourself?" She crossed her arms. "Sure, if it's you, I'd love to see it."
"But surely my husband wouldn't be willing to do this to himself, would he?"
Yin Yuan stared at her, coughed, covered his lips with a silk handkerchief, and continued coughing.
Until a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and his gaze became unfocused.
"How could you say that? You've really been moved by Si Qing's words and want to replace your bedmate with him?"
"If even an official is willing to give away his own son, surely sending me away would be just a piece of cake?"
The man was incredulous, and after a long pause, he blurted out, "...Lingniang, you're tired."
“I’m not tired, I’m perfectly clear-headed right now,” she said. “If you didn’t like Leng Zhen in the first place, why did you make me give birth to this child? And why did you pretend to be a loving father back then?”
Recalling the past, she burst into tears.
If she had known when she got pregnant that it would escalate into this irreconcilable mess of resentment, she should have terminated the pregnancy when the fetus was still very young.
The strange thing is that she was too greedy in the past. She wanted to use the child to tie him down, to get his love, and to use the child to obtain a legitimate position as his concubine.
In the end, she realized that the love and status she wanted were nothing but a mirage.
“That’s my child, not the one you carried for ten months and gave birth to. How can you just give it away like that?”
"You said it yourself, being with Leng Zhen makes you very uncomfortable."
“What’s wrong with giving him away? I wouldn’t care if he died out there. From beginning to end, the only one who both loved and hated him was you. We never needed a child.” Yin Yuan sighed, “Ling Niang, sometimes you’re really awkward, and I don’t know what to say to you.”
"You're in your thirties, not fifteen or sixteen. Can't you be a little more mature in your actions and decisions? Think before you make a decision."
As if her sore spot had been touched, she suddenly sprang up from the bed, tears streaming down her face: "It's clearly you who made me like this! Fine, fine, now you're annoyed with me again."
Yin Yuan frowned: "You've always been pretentious."
"I am indeed a little annoyed with you."
She wiped away her tears and cried, "Did I ask you to come? Did I beg you to come see me every day, pleading and cajoling you?"
Yin Yuan: "No."
"Then don't come looking for me!"
Yin Yuan: "No."
Why not?
She was bursting with resentment and had nowhere to vent it, so she yelled at him, "Because I'm just like you, I'm annoyed and tired of you, I loathe and hate you so much!"
The man was stunned for a moment by the shout, then lowered his eyes and murmured, "What does this have to do with me? Why can't I come to you..."
After speaking, Leng Cuizhu became enraged, picked up a vase from the cabinet, and smashed it at the man.
Although she was dizzy with anger, she hit him accurately, striking the man squarely on the forehead and drawing blood.
The celadon vase fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, its smooth glaze stained with a few streaks of blood.
Yin Yuan wiped the bloodstains from his forehead with a silk handkerchief and clicked his tongue lightly: "That's dangerous, you could easily hurt your hand."
He bent down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground, placed them on the table, and then walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Stop crying, go to sleep."
She gritted her teeth: "Let me go."
"I'll carry you to bed."
"Let me go!" She struggled fiercely, but was no match for the man's strength. He lifted her up by the waist and placed her chin on his shoulder.
"Yin Yuan, I told you to let me go!"
"You're tired."
She bit down hard on the man's shoulder.
When Yin Yuan entered, he took off his outer robe. He was wearing thin clothes, so she could easily bite his skin, and the tip of her teeth even touched the protruding humerus beneath his skin.
Not only did she use her mouth forcefully, but she also gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands, her arms trembling.
Her hot, wet tears fell onto his shoulder.
His disordered breathing sprayed onto her neck.
The man gently stroked her back, tilted his head back, and sighed, "Is my body just something you use to vent your anger on...?"
Alright then.
It wouldn't matter if we used him as food.
At least they were alive and bloody.
His hand, which had been stroking her back, slowly moved up to the back of her neck, wiping away the sweat on her neck and gently stroking the damp hair at the back of her neck.
"You indulge him, allowing him to use your sexual encounters as gossip, and I'm just someone to vent my anger on. He only comes to me when he's in trouble, right?"
"Why am I asking you these questions...?"
He suddenly retreated, putting distance between himself and her.
It's only three steps away.
Leng Cuizhu lay on the couch, her tear stains dried on her cheeks, but the blood at the corner of her lips was still warm.
She felt a pang of regret.
Before the regret that filled her heart could dissipate, he replied.
That pitiful three-step distance also vanished abruptly.
She lay on the bed, watching helplessly as the man frowned and stroked his forehead with the back of his hand, deepening the furrow between his brows and making the bloodstain on his forehead stand out starkly.
When the bloodstain started bleeding again, he knelt down.
His forehead was covered in hot blood, which rubbed against the back of her knee.
The man's absurd and ridiculous behavior made her sneer.
She draped her leg over the man's shoulder, noticed the blood on her calf, and reached out to play with the man's hair, twirling it between her fingers.
She didn't understand him.
In her eyes, he was just ridiculous.
The man who used to be so reserved would now trample his dignity underfoot and speak to her again and again.
So this is the nobility he has always maintained.
That's all there is to it.
Afterwards, the man sat on the edge of the bed, folded the silk handkerchief in his hand, gently wiped the water from his face, took off his hair crown, picked up the crimson ribbon from the ground, tied his hair with it, and turned to look at the person on the bed.
Leng Cuizhu stared at him, her expression blank.
The two stared at each other without saying a word.
The next day, the servant came and brought her a new vase.
The vase was practically identical to the one she had broken. If the shards of celadon hadn't been still in the winnowing basket, she would have thought it was the same one from before.
"...Thank you." She casually placed the vase on the table, noticing the servant was covered in sweat. "Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"
"No need, madam, I should go back now that I've delivered the things!" The servant waved his hand and ran out.
She followed the servant out the door, stood at the door and watched the servant's figure run further and further away, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
Just as she was feeling lost, the sound of smashing and looting next door snapped her back to reality.
"How could he be dead? He was perfectly fine yesterday, flying around everywhere!"
"My lord, this...this...I don't know either! Master Susu was perfectly fine yesterday, and even ate half a plate of millet last night. But when I went to check on her this morning, she was dead in the corner. She must have been murdered. Whoever didn't dare to harm you, my lord, took their anger out on the innocent pigeons. Their heart is truly wicked!"
She closed her front door, tiptoed to the neighbor's door, and eavesdropped.
"Were you murdered?"
Si Qing was slightly taken aback: "Xiao Yu, who do you think this person could be?"
Xiaoyu sighed, "It must be that prefect! He's just jealous that you, Lord Marquis, are more favored than him."
"Favored?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as she did, Si Qing shook her head and burst into tears: "Where is my favor... My sister doesn't even want to see me anymore. It's all my fault for saying such awful things yesterday..."
"But I truly feel sorry for her. That man is so bad, without any redeeming qualities, ruthless, he wouldn't even spare a pigeon that has nothing to do with him."
"SuSu was only three months old, and it's dead. What will happen to CuiCui..." He lowered his head, hugged the white dove tightly in his arms, and sobbed as he walked towards the front door.
Seeing this, Leng Cuizhu hurriedly tried to find a place to hide, but it was too late.
Si Qing peeked at her through the crack in the door: "Sister!"
He quickly pushed open the door and hugged her from behind.
"Sister, I'm sorry... I know I was wrong."
"Don't go, okay? If you're still angry, you can message me however you want, just don't ignore me."
“I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I stood at your door the whole time. I saw everything. I saw him come out of there, looking satiated. He was wearing the red ribbon you always wear around your waist. He kept provoking me. His face scared me so much… but I couldn’t fight back. I could only crouch in the corner and cry.”
"Actually, I don't care about him at all. I'm just afraid that my sister will care about him more than I do. It's fine if we don't see each other for one night, but if night after night goes by, I'm afraid that you will gradually forget me and never come to see me again."
The man's sincere words moved her deeply, and she called out softly, "Si Qing..."
The man behind her cried even more miserably, tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking her collar.
"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have said those things."
"Whether you forgive me or not, please come and sit at my place first. If someone happens to pass by here... I don't want to tarnish your reputation."
"……good."
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