Chapter 81 Chapter 81 It's surprising that it would be directed at this old man, Yin Yuan...
He mumbled in his sleep, "We haven't done it in so long. You and Eun did it twelve times this month, but I haven't done it even once. I wash your dishes and clothes every day, and I even have to wash the sheets..."
"How heartless."
The cold green candle is not heartless.
She just thought that Dodder was too young and impetuous, and she could never keep up with him. In daily life, he could barely be a decent person when he was dressed, but once in bed, he was like a mad dog, and no matter how much she kicked or hit him, he wouldn't stop.
He is so insatiable.
Leng Cuizhu: "Go and talk to Eun yourself."
"How about you two have a fight? I'll choose whoever bleeds more."
The rooster shook its head: "How bloody!"
"Let's compare who can give you more. I don't believe his is more than mine; I always overflow."
"And I always eat a lot of pears beforehand, wash them very thoroughly, and apply cream... It's not entirely for you, it's also to please myself. Can he really go to that extent?"
"I haven't noticed."
"Anyway, if you want to sleep with me, you should talk to Eun beforehand. Otherwise, when I get home at night and lie down on the bed, I'll find one person on each side of me. The bed will collapse if I do that."
"Hmph, I know."
The Chen residence.
“My lord, I will be leaving with Lord Yin in a few days,” she said, pulling a land deed from her pocket and handing it to Chen Xun. “Here, take this. You won’t have to bother coming to me when you need it.”
Chen Xun accepted the land deed, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Thank you so much, my wife. I will never forget your kindness and hard work!"
He reached out to hug her, but then quickly withdrew his hand after realizing something was amiss: "Hey hehe... when does my wife plan to set off?"
“I don’t know, it depends on Lord Yin’s arrangements,” she said, lowering her eyes. “Anyway, it will be in the next few days.”
"Thank you for your care over the past few months, Lord Chen. I will always remember your kindness and support."
"Oh, my wife, you must keep in touch with me often from now on," Chen Xun said, wiping away her tears. "Now that you're gone, I have no one left to confide in. Only you understand me."
"How could that be?" she replied casually. "Your Excellency is exceptionally handsome and young and promising. There are plenty of girls who would like to have a private conversation with you. I was just fortunate enough to get to know you."
"By the way, sir, has your daughter Mimi's marriage been settled?"
A smile played on the man's lips.
Yes, of course.
"I must thank you, my wife, for introducing so many handsome young men to Mimi these past few days. I'm so grateful for your help."
"No need to trouble yourself, as long as she's happy."
A few days later, she boarded a carriage to leave the city.
The carriage was sent by the Yin family. Originally, it was only for her, along with a chicken and a crow. But for some reason, Yi Yinwan also came over and squeezed in with her.
"What kind of junk is this? I hate chickens the most, take it out of here!" Yi Yinwan picked up the chicken coop and threw it to the servants outside the carriage. Turning her head, she saw the crows locked in the birdcage and looked utterly dejected. "I hate things with beaks the most, take this out too!"
"Ah, hahaha..." Leng Cuizhu chuckled a few times and then gave up.
After clearing the carriage, Yi Yinwan relaxed and sat on the tatami mat, looking at her fingernails.
“Shouldn’t Madam be riding in the same carriage as Master? Why…” Leng Cuizhu hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
Yi Yinwan narrowed her eyes: "Do you want me to throw you out too?"
She quickly closed her lips.
This was, after all, the carriage of the Yin family, and she had no right to possess it. It was reasonable for Yi Yinwan to want to ride in it.
"Why are you sitting so far away?" Yi Yinwan asked, lining up the empty seats next to her. "Come sit here, Lady Leng. I have something I need to ask you."
"Okay, sure."
As soon as she sat down, Yi Yinwan immediately took her arm and said with a smile, "I'm so curious, why do you like the master so much?"
"Ah," she didn't dare to voice her true feelings, and still tactfully saved face for Yin Yuan, "I don't really like it that much..."
"But the master likes you very much, and he is deeply in love with you."
She couldn't understand why Yi Yinwan was inexplicably speaking well of Yin Yuan, and she was too lazy to figure it out, so she just nodded in agreement.
"Ah, yes, that does seem to be the case."
"You really think so?"
Leng Cuizhu: "What..."
Yi Yinwan interrupted her: "Do you really think he's deeply in love with you?"
She doesn't think so.
She didn't care much about what Yin Yuan thought. Even if he hated her to death, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't mistreat her openly.
Of course, it's best if you're deeply in love, and it's best to deceive someone who's infatuated.
"Probably."
Yi Yinwan chuckled: "Alright, Lady Leng, I'll show you something later."
After traveling along the pipeline for two hours, the carriage finally stopped to rest. Yi Yinwan couldn't wait to pull her off the carriage and led her by the hand as they wandered around the caravan.
Leng Zhen was squatting under an old locust tree by the roadside repairing a pipe when she saw Yi Yinwan and her pass by. She silently got up and walked away.
Yi Yinwan: "Stop."
Leng Zhen stopped and turned to greet the two women: "Hello, Mother. Hello, Madam."
"Ah, alright." Leng Cuizhu's gaze fell on the pipe in his hand. "Was the carriage ride alright? Are you feeling dizzy?"
Leng Zhen smiled and replied, "I'm not dizzy. I fell asleep as soon as I got into the carriage and just woke up."
"Where is the master?" Yi Yinwan looked around but couldn't find him.
“Look, it’s by the lake.” Leng Zhen pointed in a direction.
Yi Yinwan quickly pulled her towards the lakeside.
At midday in autumn, the lake surface shimmered, sunlight scattered like shattered gold, reeds swayed quietly on the shore, and the distant mountain shadows blended into the water, faint like drifting smoke.
“Look,” Yi Yinwan said, pointing to the man by the lake.
Yin Yuan stood silently on the grassy shore of the lake, his face expressionless. The warm sunlight shone on his face, but it only added to his loneliness.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Leng Cuizhu looked up.
Yi Yinwan: "Look more closely, look at the person next to him."
"It looks familiar."
Leng Cuizhu focused her gaze, and after clearly seeing the woman standing next to Yin Yuan, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are you doing here, Miss Jiang...?"
"Didn't your master, who is deeply in love with you, tell you," Yi Yinwan leaned against the tree trunk, arms crossed, "that he's an old cow eating young grass, taking a girl ten or twenty years younger than him as a concubine?"
"Your relationship with him seems a bit unreliable. Why is he keeping this from you? Hmm, could it be that he planned to keep it a secret all the way to their wedding night, deliberately telling you that night so you'd be left alone in bed, heartbroken?"
Yin Yuan wants to take Jiang Mimi as a concubine? This is complete chaos! What exactly is Chen Xun trying to do? What exactly is Yin Yuan trying to do…? Her head was throbbing, it felt like it was going to explode.
So, when Chen Xun said that Jiang Mimi was going to get married, he meant she was going to marry Yin Yuan as his concubine?
She held her breath: "Madam, is this true? Does Yin Yuan really intend to take Miss Jiang as a concubine?"
“Men, when someone offers them a beautiful woman for free, why would they refuse?” Yi Yinwan said with a smile while looking at her nails. “Perfect, Jiang is young and will be pregnant in less than half a year. When she gives birth to a little daughter or a son, the manor will be lively.”
"A son born out of wedlock is neither the best nor the worst off. In the end, your precious son will have to serve tea and water to her child. He is, after all, a lowly concubine's son. Even if he has the love that you cherish, he is not worthy of being mentioned in the family genealogy."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yi Yinwan feigned surprise, raising her hand to cover her mouth. "Was I too blunt? My wife, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just used to speaking my mind, and I couldn't control myself. I'm so sorry."
"...It's nothing." She gently closed her eyelids. "Madam is right, every word she said makes sense."
"There's no point in paying attention to this kind of man. There are plenty of women who care about him, so you're not an exception."
She nodded in agreement: "Yeah, there's really nothing to worry about."
"Madam, my legs are a little numb. May I go back and rest?"
Yi Yinwan pouted and said, "Go ahead."
She turned and went back to the carriage.
She was so dizzy that she lay down on the couch and dozed off. After a while, she heard voices outside.
"She won't see you," Leng Zhen said coldly. "Jiang Mimi, I advise you to be careful and keep your bad intentions to yourself, so you don't spew them out and disgust people."
"Hey, Young Master Leng, shouldn't you call me Aunt? How can you be so rude?"
"Rude? Ha, I have something even more rude to offer. If you dare step into the carriage, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
Leng Cuizhu quietly got up, lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and went to look at the scene outside.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mimi, with her sharp eyes, caught her red-handed: "Oh, my wife, I just had something I wanted to tell you."
She bypassed Leng Zhen, who was blocking her way, and went straight to lift the carriage curtain to take Leng Cuizhu's hand: "Is it convenient for you, my lady?"
“…It’s not convenient.” Leng Cuizhu timidly withdrew her hand, lowered her eyes and whispered, “Miss Jiang, please go back.”
Jiang Mimi said bluntly, "My lady, I'm not here to break you and Lord Yin up. I'm here to join you."
Leng Zhen hurriedly grabbed Jiang Mimi's collar and pulled her outside: "Mother, don't listen to this woman! She's lying to you! She wants to use you."
"Young Master Leng," Jiang Mimi struggled free, clutching the back of her neck, tears welling in her eyes, "You're hurting me..."
Leng Cuizhu instinctively shielded the girl and scolded Leng Zhen, "Don't fight!"
Leng Zhen's eyes widened: "Mom, this woman has been provoking me and you the whole time. She deserves a beating. You didn't mistake her feigned affection for genuine feelings, did you?"
“No matter what, that’s no reason for you to take action.” Leng Cuizhu flicked her sleeve. “Leng Zhen, leave. Don’t linger here.”
Leng Zhen gritted her teeth: "Fine, fine, I don't care about you anymore! Do whatever you want!"
"You're so protective of her, but it's a pity she doesn't want to be your daughter. She wants to steal your man!" Leng Zhen said angrily, putting her hands in her pockets and walking to the side of the road.
"My lady, I have something I want to say to you alone." Jiang Mimi blinked, tears welling up in her eyes.
The girl, Leng Cuizhu, paused for a moment, then opened her lips: "Miss Jiang, let's talk further."
Once inside the carriage, she drew the curtains and helped Jiang Mimi sit on the couch, then turned to pour her a cup of hot tea.
Jiang Mimi grasped the cup, took a sip of tea, and said, "My lady, I fell in love with Lord Yin at first sight."
“When Lord Chen sent me to the Yin residence to handle some business, I saw his profile through the bamboo forest and made up my mind that I would marry no one but him in this life. Even if I had to be a concubine, I would be willing to be with Lord Yin.”
“Miss Jiang, you are still young…” Leng Cuizhu hesitated before speaking.
How could such a young and beautiful girl fall for Yin Yuan, especially with so many other handsome young men around her to compare with? She actually fell in love with this older man at first sight.
What kind of bewitching potion did they receive, or... were they possessed by a fox spirit?
She really couldn't understand it.
“My lady, Mimi truly loves Lord Yin.” Jiang Mimi frowned. “And I truly feel sorry for you…”
She blurted out out of the blue, "It's alright."
"If you truly love him... then I wish you both well. Miss Mimi is beautiful and interesting; given time, your husband will fall for you."
"Huh?" Jiang Mimi looked up in surprise.
"You don't mind at all, my lady?"
She shook her head.
She was just worried that Jiang Mimi would regret her current decision for the rest of her life, just as she had regretted her past choices.
After all, Yin Yuan's temperament was not something ordinary people could tolerate, and their life together would not be as wonderful as described in the novels; it would be more about the mundane realities of daily life, and the struggles and hardships.
When Yin Yuan dies of old age, Jiang Mimi will have to guard her chastity for more than ten or even several decades.
Even the most sincere feelings can eventually rot and become infested with maggots.
If it were the old her, she would have been heartbroken and unable to continue before Jiang Mimi could finish speaking, but things are different now, she no longer loves Yin Yuan.
She actually didn't love him.
Back then, I could hardly believe that one day I would stop loving him and discard him like trash.
She couldn't bring herself to mock her past self, nor did she want to mistake her overflowing affection for foolishness, to highlight how thoroughly she had awakened now. It was never her fault; she had simply given her heart to the wrong person.
Therefore, she no longer wants to entrust her heart to others, and even if she were to entrust it, she wouldn't entrust it to just one person.
I took a small piece, mashed it up, added water, and fed it to one, two, or three of them. Though the gesture was small, it was still a sincere gesture.
Just as Yin Yuan once said, he wasn't heartless towards her; he had once been sincere towards her. But how much of his sincerity was there? How much of his heart did it occupy? It's truly laughable.
"Then, can I still be close friends with my wife in the future?"
"Of course," she said with a smile. "When you gain favor with the adults in the future, I might even need your help."
“My wife…” Jiang Mimi’s eyes reddened, and she hugged her while sobbing, “You are so good to me, just like my mother.”
After Jiang Mimi got off the carriage, she sat down on the soft couch, poured herself a cup of tea, and just as she took a sip, she looked up and saw the carriage curtain being lifted again, and she was stunned.
"Lingniang." Yin Yuan did not step forward, but gripped the carriage curtain tightly with one hand and lowered his eyes in thought.
She put down her teacup: "Is there something you need?"
“…It’s nothing,” the man said immediately. “I came to talk to you.”
“What is there for me to talk about with you, sir…” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. “There are plenty of people who want to chat with you, but I don’t want to.”
The man lowered his eyes: "It's fine if we don't talk."
He lowered the carriage curtain, walked up to her, and stared at her coldly. He didn't speak, nor did he show any expression; he just stood there, motionless.
"...Move aside, you're blocking my way from the wind."
The man slightly raised his eyelids.
“Don’t stand there,” she said helplessly. “Sit down and rest, my lord.”
The man then got up and sat down next to her with a blank expression.
He wasn't sitting too close to her, but he wasn't distant either. Sitting next to her made her feel ashamed, and she covered her face in embarrassment.
She abruptly turned her head, her eyes glancing out the window.
A chilling sensation spread from one of her shoulders. When she realized it and tried to turn her head, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.
Her eyes widened: "You..."
In disbelief, a pair of hands reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, and tightened around her waist.
She then confirmed it.
Yin Yuan was kissing her neck.
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