"Tell me the truth! Did you fail to serve the prince well and make him unhappy, so he won't come back?!"
If it weren't for this, how could Fu Yu be so unwilling to stay here!
A hint of coldness flashed across Wen Zhu's eyes, but then he became aggrieved: "I really tried my best."
When the two of them were together before, they made quite a lot of noise, which made Wen Chan calm down a little.
So what's the problem?
She couldn't think of the reason for a moment, but she felt annoyed when she saw Wen Zhu, so she waved her hand to signal Wen Zhu to leave.
Hongyu had been waiting in the back room. She was surprised to see Wen Zhu coming back with his face covered.
After listening to her story, Hongyu felt a little sympathy.
"The Madam is probably unhappy, but she doesn't dare to vent her anger on the Prince, so she has to take it out on you," Hongyu said softly. "But that's understandable. The old lady had Bu Weizhai's bed removed, so the Prince should have nowhere to go. But he still doesn't want to come back to accompany the Young Madam at all. No wonder the Young Madam is so angry."
After hearing this, Wen Zhu finally understood why.
Fu Yu had no place to rest outside and would rather take a walk outside than come back here. No wonder Wen Chan was so angry tonight.
Wen Zhu's eyes rolled and tears immediately welled up in her eyes: "This is none of my business! I really tried my best..."
Hongyu suddenly felt very uncomfortable: "People like us..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Hongyu immediately realized her mistake.
Wen Zhu is different from her, she is a real rich girl. Thinking of this, Hongyu's expression became more complicated.
Wen Zhu is clearly the real master, but now he has fallen to this state...
Wen Zhu seemed completely unaware. She sniffed and said, "Hongyu, I want to go out for a walk by myself, is that okay?"
"OK."
After Wen Zhu walked a few steps out of the door, he looked back and made sure that Hongyu did not follow him out. Then he continued walking forward while crying softly.
Bu Weizhai's bed was removed, and Fu Yu must come back.
If she was lucky, she might even run into him. Anyway, she couldn't take this slap in vain.
The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, but there are very few stars. The night wind is not as fierce as during the day, but instead brings a hint of coolness, which is very comfortable.
This kind of comfort almost made Wen Zhu cry out loud.
She took a deep breath and adjusted her mood. Suddenly, she heard a familiar sound of footsteps. Wen Zhu quickly made a dodging gesture.
Before I could move, a voice came from behind me: "What are you hiding?"
Wen Zhu covered his face with his hands, turned around, and curtsied: "...I'm sorry for disturbing the prince."
Fu Yu's eyes fell on her hands: "What happened?"
Wen Zhu sniffed, shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Fu Yu walked towards her: "Let me take a look."
His tone did not allow for refusal, so Wen Zhu had to put down his hand, revealing a slightly swollen face.
Under the moonlight, her fair face appeared clearer, and the red and swollen areas were particularly obvious.
Fu Yu frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?"
Wen Zhu shook his head and said, "Sir, don't ask anymore. Madam didn't mean it..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she belatedly covered her mouth, with a hint of panic in her eyes.
Facing these confused eyes, Fu Yu didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
It's true that nothing can be hidden.
"Let's go and help you treat your wound." Fu Yu said.
Wen Zhu shook her head and responded: "Sir, there is ointment in my room. I can apply it when I get back later."
"……All right."
"Is the prince ready to go back?"
As he spoke, Wen Zhu slightly moved aside.
Seeing this, Fu Yu understood that the little maid had no intention of going back, so he said, "I heard crying just now, so I came to see you. Since you also want to go for a walk, let's go together."
Fu Yu took a step forward. Looking at his departing figure, Wen Zhu felt mixed emotions.
Is Fu Yu particularly concerned about her?
In the memories of the previous life, Fu Yu always remained indifferent even to his own parents, but his concern for himself just now was really a bit unusual.
Wen Zhu shook his head slightly, looked at Fu Yu and said, "Prince, it's so late, why are you still outside? The young lady is angry."
Fu Yu pursed his lips: "Do you want me to go back earlier?"
"If you don't go back, I'm afraid I'll be beaten again..."
Fu Yu felt helpless.
If he didn't go back, Wen Chan would definitely not let this girl go easily; if he really went back, he would probably be obsessed with her again.
"I'll try to come back early tomorrow. Let's not talk about this today."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sweet "hmm" came from behind him, and then everything became quiet.
After a long while, the little maid behind asked tentatively: "Sir, are you in a bad mood?"
"……fine."
The little maidservant obviously didn't believe it: "Sir, when I was unhappy before, my parents would take me to the big restaurant in town to eat and relieve my boredom. You can try this method."
A helpless smile appeared on Fu Yu's lips.
As the prince, he has tasted almost all the delicacies in the capital?
But these words made him feel much better.
"Your parents love you very much."
"...Yeah." Wen Zhu responded softly.
Sensing that she was in a bad mood, Fu Yu looked back at her.
I was excitedly giving him suggestions just now, how come it became like this in the blink of an eye?
After looking at Fu Yu for a while, Wen Zhu sighed and explained, "I haven't seen my parents for a long time. I don't know how they are doing now."
It turns out that he was thinking about his family.
Fu Yu was silent for a moment and then suggested, "I can persuade the young lady to let you go home."
"Home is too far away, and it's too difficult to go back and forth. Forget it."
This sentence aroused Fu Yu's interest: "Where is your hometown?"
"There's a small place called Xikou Village near Danyang. I don't think the prince knows about this place."
But Fu Yu suddenly stopped.
He turned and looked at her: "Do you know a private school teacher named Chen?"
Wen Zhu's eyes widened as he asked, "Prince, are you talking about my father?"
Fu Yu narrowed his eyes, as if trying to find something from her face.
"You..." He looked at Wen Zhu's face carefully.
After a moment, Fu Yu chuckled and said, "Yes, I know him."
Now it was Wen Zhu's turn to be surprised. How could a prince of a marquisate actually have a relationship with a country private school teacher?
It's so weird.
Facing Wen Zhu's curious eyes, Fu Yu simply said, "We should go back."
He left without hesitation. No matter how Wen Zhu asked, he didn't answer and just kept smiling.
Fu Yu did not rest until he was sure that Wen Zhu had entered the room. Instead, he ran to the corner of the study and took out an ordinary small wooden box.
Inside the box lay a few yellowed papers with faded words. Although the handwriting was ordinary, it was sharp and restrained, revealing the unique elegance of a woman's handwriting.
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