Is this really the case?
Why do I have a bad feeling?
"Then, what should I do?" Cheng Xianyi raised her clear black and white eyes, waiting for Ziyan to give her some advice.
"First of all... what is the key point that makes Young Master Zhou feel sorry for her? It's her fragility."
weak?
Cheng Xianyi subconsciously looked at her hands and saw the wounds on her palms where porcelain shards had pierced them. Her hands were covered in blood; any ordinary young lady from a noble family would have been in so much pain that tears would have streamed down her face.
But he remained unfazed.
Is this what you call weakness?
Cheng Xianyi raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Secondly, they are pitiful and suffer endless hardships."
suffering?
Cheng Xianyi looked down at her clothes, noticing the gold thread on the cuffs and the plump, round pearls on the shoulders. She then touched her delicate skin, which was so tender it seemed like it could be pinched to release moisture.
She exuded an air of refined elegance, clearly a daughter raised in a noble family, and was extremely precious.
It seems... to have nothing to do with suffering.
Finally, there's the injury.
Injuried?
Cheng Xianyi's last gaze fell on her palm.
This... seems somewhat related?
"Master, think about it. If when Young Master Zhou sees you, you are weak, pitiful, injured, and being bullied, and your journey to the border has been extremely difficult, wouldn't he be heartbroken for you?"
"If you want to see it again, imagine if you were dressed in gold-threaded cotton satin, riding in a luxurious carriage, and not a single hair on your head was missing when you went to see Young Master Zhou."
"Then, when Young Master Zhou thinks of Lin Jiaoyun in the capital, who was imprisoned and bullied by Emperor Yan, and was to be married off to a Qin family young master she didn't like, what will Young Master Zhou think in comparison?"
"Please enjoy."
"Please savor it."
"........"
Cheng Xianyi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.
Ziyan's words seemed to make some sense.
so,
Ah Cheng probably likes to portray himself as weak, helpless, pitiful, suffering, and appearing in Jiangling City in a disheveled and injured state.
Seeing how pitiful she was, perhaps Ah Cheng would stay and take care of her instead of going to the capital to steal the bride?
"The letter Lin Jiaoyun wrote has probably reached the vicinity of the border and will likely reach Young Master Zhou's hands tomorrow. Master, in order to keep Young Master Zhou here, let's set off as soon as possible."
"Please take off your cloak."
"good."
"You should take off this brocade too."
"good."
"You should take off your Sichuan-style shoes too."
"good......."
"And this hairpin of yours?"
"This won't do, this was a gift from Cheng."
"........"
One hour later.
On the road from the border region to Jiangling City, two slender figures could be seen, having changed out of their brocade cloaks worth several gold coins, walking slowly and pitifully towards the future.
This tragic and pitiful scene finally matched the suffering that Grand Tutor Cheng had imagined.
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