Chapter 23
◎Gift.◎
Xiaowan returned to Xie's house on the second day after Ciying took Ruzhen back. When he saw Ciying, he bowed and knelt down to greet her, and his etiquette was more formal and solemn than any previous time.
Ci Ying stepped forward and helped the person up, ignoring the surveillance of Zhu Yizhuer behind her. She raised her hand and held Xiaowan in her arms, gently stroking Xiaowan's head, making no secret of how much she cherished the person in her arms.
Xiaowan's body was stiff and she didn't move. She didn't dare to hug back, but her eyes still turned red.
After Zhu Yi and Zhu Er left, Xiao Wan knelt down again, unable to be stopped by Ci Ying. She cried, "Master is so kind and has never held me accountable for my previous mistake. He even had me brought back home. I've been thinking about you every day for the past six months. Now that I know you're safe, I have no regrets in dying."
Lingyue quickly covered Xiaowan's mouth: "Pfft, pfft, pfft, I'm teaching you some etiquette, but I don't mean you're going to be like your sister. How can we survive in this courtyard if there are two Lingshuang sisters? Come on, Master has never blamed you."
Lingshuang watched tenderly from the side, not stopping Lingyue's outrageous remarks. Walls have ears, and there were things her master couldn't say, and she couldn't bring herself to say them. Fortunately, there was Lingyue.
Lingyue took Xiaowan downstairs and put her down. Ciying went into the inner room and looked at the unconscious Ruzhen. After returning yesterday, Ruzhen had completely collapsed.
As the female doctor came to take Ru Zhen's pulse and the servants carefully removed her clothes, Ci Ying saw a scene she would never forget. Ru Zhen's delicate skin was covered in scars: whip marks, kiss marks, and bite marks. It could be said that there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on her body.
Ci Ying subconsciously clenched her fists. She was angry at Yuwen Fu for treating Ruzhen so badly, and also angry at Ruzhen for letting others treat her so badly. She also felt that she should have been tougher at the beginning. At that time, Ruzhen's slave contract was in her hands. If he really took Ruzhen, what could Yuwen Fu do to her?
But it was too late now. Ci Ying gently stroked the wounds, took the ointment from the servant, and applied it evenly bit by bit.
Ru Zhen woke up unknowingly. She looked up and saw Ci Ying hugging her, calling her "sister" over and over again. Ci Ying hugged her and said softly, "I just applied the medicine, so be gentle."
Ru Zhen seemed to have just realized that this was not a dream. She raised her eyes, blinked them, and finally lowered them, with only long tears streaming down her face, and said nothing more.
In the next half month, Ru Zhen was recuperating. During this period, Ci Ying received several visiting cards from Yuwen Fu, saying that he was visiting her, but Sima Zhao's intention was clear to everyone.
Yuwen Fu was furious and actually came straight to the door. Ci Ying closed the courtyard and refused to see him. She was reluctant to let Ling Shuang and Ling Yue stop him, so she simply asked Zhu Yi and Zhu Er to guard the door. After all, they were Xie Huaijin's people, so she had no chance of being implicated.
When Yuwen Fu was stopped by Zhu Yi and Zhu Er, he got very angry. Ci Ying felt that this prince was indeed a dissolute and presumptuous person, daring to be so unrestrained in the backyard of the Xie family. However, Ci Ying denied it in almost an instant.
In today's world, the emperor is also a puppet. How could a prince dare to be so presumptuous without Xie Huaijin's tacit consent?
During dinner in the evening, Xie Huaijin really mentioned Yuwen Fu's matter to her, and only said that Zhu Yi and Zhu Er would handle it and asked her not to worry.
It was raining outside at that time. When the young man left, Ciying saw him off to the corridor. The sound of rain was bleak. She stood in the cold corridor in January, looking at the young man's tall and slender back holding an umbrella in the dark night.
He seemed to turn around and chuckle, probably asking her to go back first. Ci Ying turned around and walked through the corridor. She held onto the pillar beside her, her eyes drooping along with the dark night.
The inner room was bustling with activity. Ru Zhen, Ling Yue, and Ling Shuang were already familiar with each other, and with Xiao Wan also being brought along, they were now all fighting together. Ci Ying leaned against a pillar, watching the rain outside. After a while, someone covered her with a layer of clothes from behind.
It’s Lingshuang.
Ci Ying raised her eyes and asked softly, "How did you get out?"
"It's too noisy in there, and I'm worried that the master hasn't come back for a long time." Lingshuang squatted down and tidied Ciying's cloak bit by bit, and then stood quietly by the side.
Ci Ying looked at Ling Shuang and couldn't help but think of what happened in the carriage. A scene suddenly emerged in her mind.
The sound of rain was clear and gentle. After a long while, Ci Ying finally spoke: "No wonder you looked so shameless when you saw Lin Shu crying. How could the Lin family be so shameless?"
He even wanted to use Lin Shu, who looked like his wife, as a substitute for her, in order to win over the powerful General Wei Ran...
Ling Shuang stood beside Ci Ying and said softly, "I would like to thank the master on behalf of my wife."
Ci Ying shook her head and whispered, "It is I who should thank you, Madam."
Think a lot about her.
Everything was a bargaining chip for her; even a biological mother would find it difficult to plan so much for her children. An indescribable emotion welled up in Ciying's heart, seeping into the earth along with the winter rain.
When she and the young lady were still young, the young lady always liked to look at the birds flying in the sky. She asked the young lady what was so beautiful about birds.
The young lady looked into her eyes at that time, her whole person was gentle and demure: "Freedom, Ciying, the birds are free."
So Ci Ying looked toward the tall, green walls of the Xie family's home and told the young lady about everything outside. She transformed the hardships she had experienced into enriching Xie Suwei's vision. She thought the young lady would be frightened, but she just smiled and said, "Ci Ying, that's not the case."
Freedom is not inside or outside the walls.
At that time, the frail Xie Suwei supported herself on Ci Ying's hand and barely stood up, and walked to the wall. The summer sun was shining brightly. Xie Suwei let go of Ci Ying's hand, leaned against the wall, and smiled at Ci Ying.
A flying bird landed on a treetop not far away.
Now, Ci Ying was half leaning on the corridor, looking at the dark rain falling outside, and stretched out her fingers very lightly.
The second time she mentioned to Xie Huaijin about taking Ru Zhen as her adopted sister, Xie Huaijin still refused. The young man's voice was still gentle: "If you don't want her to be bound by a slave contract anymore, you can write a slave contract, but taking her as your adopted sister is not appropriate."
Ci Ying frowned and asked why, while feeling vaguely curious.
Over the past two years, Xie Huaijin had been pretending very well, almost fulfilling all her requests. He even meticulously prepared things for her that she hadn't said.
Why would Xie Huaijin refuse her for such a small matter as taking Ru Zhen as his sister?
Ci Ying didn't get an answer, and when Xie Huaijin was unwilling to give her an answer, she couldn't see any sign of an answer.
The young man ignored Ci Ying's question and spoke in a gentle voice, as if reminding her, "I know you and Ru Zhen have a deep sisterly bond, but Ci Ying, you need to think carefully. In a situation like the one we had in the prison last time, if Ru Zhen's indenture wasn't in your hands and Yu Wenfu wasn't willing to release her, how would you have protected her?"
Ci Ying was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "You."
Xie Huaijin was surprised for a moment, then the smile on his face became more genuine, and he didn't try to persuade her anymore.
Ci Ying felt a chill down her spine the moment she blurted out those two words. After returning, she looked at the person in the bronze mirror in surprise. It was clearly her own face, how could it have become so unfamiliar?
Power is the best medicine to paralyze people's hearts.
Even though she thought she had seen through Xie Huaijin's gentle and polite appearance and understood that everything Xie Huaijin did was just to use her, she would still subconsciously say words that showed her dependence on him.
If she thought about it carefully, this might be because...after becoming the young lady of the Xie family, there were very few things she wanted but couldn't get.
She shed tears for An Huai, and for the corrupt officials who died in the Water Pavilion Massacre.
She was thinking of the place where the concubine was buried. The carriage stopped by the well. After returning to Chang'an, the deed to the house was handed to her.
She was worried about Ru Zhen who was imprisoned, so Ru Zhen returned to Xie Mansion.
Ci Ying recalled the incident carefully, and the person in the bronze mirror closed his eyes after a long time.
Habits are terrible things, and Ci Ying realized then that she had become accustomed to seeking Xie Huaijin's help when she encountered difficulties. Xie Huaijin always did a good job, so she became more and more accustomed to looking at the young man with longing eyes.
He is always omnipotent.
And she always keeps her head down.
Not the body, but the mind.
The winter rain fell on Ciying's fingertips, and Ciying shivered. She knew she couldn't go on like this.
The lanterns hanging on the corridor flickered in the wind. Ci Ying suddenly stood up and looked at the high wall not far away. Suddenly, she understood what the young lady had said at that time.
"Ciying, freedom has nothing to do with what's inside or outside the walls."
Lingshuang supported Ciying and asked what was wrong, but she felt unwell.
Ci Ying shook her head. She just understood something, she just finally understood something. If she continued to hide in her shell like a turtle, using the identity of Mrs. Xie as a shield, thinking that this identity could serve as everyone's eternal umbrella,
It will just be eaten.
More than just love.
Two days later, Ciying received a letter from Xie Ran. This was probably the only happy thing for Ciying during that period. It was December, and Xie Ran's letter contained a slender green leaf.
The letter mentioned that she pulled it from a tree in her backyard. She said that it was only after she left Lingnan and Chang'an that she realized that there were places where there was no scorching heat or cold winter all year round. In winter, the leaves of almost all the trees were green, and when the weeping willows brushed across the water, rows of ducks would swim by.
After a long letter, Xie Ran concluded: "Ciying, thank you. When I was young, I always wished I were my younger brother. He was gifted and known as a child prodigy. His father's expectations were as high as a snowy mountain, but when he looked at me, he only felt endless disgust."
"I was always jealous and envious of my younger brother, but I had to pretend not to care. I always wondered if God had blessed him, why he got all the good things. It was a man who was chosen by his father as his successor, and had the talent to take the imperial examination and become an official, bringing honor to the family."
"Countless times, I secretly blamed myself for being a woman, wondering if I were a man, like my younger brother, writing prose at the age of three and poetry at the age of five, becoming famous throughout Lingnan and earning countless acclaim. In the future, I'd be able to take the imperial examinations, become an official in the court, realize my ambitions, and leave my name in history."
"Don't blame me. Men are always the most famous writers in the world. I simply don't have any talent for it. My father whipped me over and over again, but I refused to admit that I wasn't favored by God, so I blamed the gender that was determined at birth."
"I don't blame myself, but I'm lucky to have met you. We're so close. You've never asked about my injuries, and I've never asked you about many things. People's secrets are often the last fig leaf in this world."
"In Lishan Academy, a nationally renowned place, most people are bored to death, but I met you, and through you, I 'got to know' the deceased Second Miss Xie, Xie Suwei. I feel truly lucky. The first time you were listed above my younger brother on the red list, he was depressed for several days, and my father whipped me many times. He couldn't bear to whip my younger brother, so he always whipped me."
"Later, you repeatedly surpassed me, and I fell into a state of confusion for a while. I felt a little depressed, partly because of your status as a woman and a servant. If it was Young Master Xie who was superior to him, he would probably just feel honored. So I suddenly felt a sense of relief, and finally let go of the expectations that my father had for me that could never belong to me, and chose to leave Chang'an."
"Thinking about it now, it was all just self-deception. My father treated me coldly when I was young. Even though my poetry and prose were as brilliant as yours, he still wouldn't hold me like a younger brother, simply because I was a girl. But how can this be considered my fault? It was my father's fault. Later, when you were suppressed and unable to display your talents, I realized it was the world's fault."
"Ciying, if you ever have time to leave Chang'an, I'd like to invite you to see my little duck. I've bought a house in Wuxiang, and I usually give lessons and copy books for the town's children. Ciying was impressed by Xie Ran, who was only a mediocre student at Lishan Academy, and now is surrounded by children calling him "Master." Perhaps this is the difference in the world. I'm satisfied with this remote corner of the world I've found, and I'll probably stay here until I get tired of it."
Ciying closed the letter and laughed softly.
The sense of satisfaction that overflowed from my heart was deeper than ever before.
She thought, she would go to see Xie Ran's little duck, go to see the weeping willows, books and children in Xie Ran's letter, and go to see Xie Ran teaching.
Ci Ying thought it was time to clear things up with Xie Huaijin, time to get everything back on track. Her marriage to him had been caused by an accident; she was pushed forward, he was bound by filial piety and tempted by profit. They had been tied together in positions that were extremely mismatched.
She liked him, and because of this love, she took many steps towards a path that did not belong to her. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was covered in bruises.
But it doesn’t matter, Ci Ying thought, she admitted it and was willing to accept the defeat.
Just now, to get everything back on track.
It was winter, and Ci Ying personally prepared some meals and sent them to Xie Huaijin's study.
The maids were busy with something in a hurry. Only Zhu Er was guarding the door. After Yuwen Fu did not come to make trouble, Ci Ying hinted several times to let Xie Huaijin take back Zhu Yi and Zhu Er. She didn't know if there was anyone else in secret, but she didn't want to see it in public.
Zhu Er opened the study door for Ci Ying. After Ci Ying entered, she found no one inside and went to the inner compartment to wait. When Xie Huaijin and Yu Wenfu came in, Ci Ying heard Yu Wenfu's voice before she could leave.
Ci Ying stopped walking out. First, she didn't want to meet Yuwen Fu, fearing that Yuwen Fu would think of Ru Zhen and cause trouble again; second, Ci Ying was curious about why Xie Huaijin was so "tolerant" of Yuwen Fu.
Then she heard that sentence—
"It's just a matter of marriage, decided by the parents and the matchmaker."
Ci Ying was not surprised, but she still cried. She touched her tears and did not blame herself.
She had originally wanted to discuss the matter of divorce with Xie Huaijin, but after hearing what he said today, Ciying felt that it was no longer necessary. Xie Huaijin was simply following the wishes of the head of the family and his wife, and he had already taken what he wanted from her.
Then... let her bring it up.
After Xie Huaijin and Yuwen Fu left, Ci Ying went out and met Zhu Er's playful eyes at the door.
Ci Ying whispered, "Can you hide the fact that I came to the study today?"
Zhu Er teased: "Madam, this is betrayal."
Ci Ying was stunned for a moment. Because of Zhu Er's address, she remembered that the head of the family had recently passed away. Now the head of the Xie family was Xie Huaijin, and she had indeed been promoted from a young lady to a lady.
She sighed and said softly, "Xiao Wan said you still owe her a promise."
The smile on Zhu Er's face faded, and he couldn't help asking, "Did she tell you that?"
Ci Ying nodded: "She said that if I need anything, I can ask you for help."
Zhu Er didn't give up and asked, "Did she say you can use it as you like?"
Ci Ying understood something, but still nodded. It was hard for her to say what Xiao Wan was like now. She guessed that maybe something else had happened to her in the past six months besides learning the rules, but Xiao Wan didn't want to talk about it, so she wouldn't expose Xiao Wan's sad story.
Zhu Er's face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "She saved me once, and she came to me to ask for it back. Tell her that now we are even."
Ci Ying's eyes swept across the boy's cold face and she said softly, "Thank you."
After receiving the divorce papers, Ciying returned to the study and spread out the papers.
She thought it would be difficult to write, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth, and she could even finish it in one go.
Ci Ying sat upright at the desk, quietly looking at the divorce papers stained with ink.
The ten years of her excitement turned into the two characters "Ci Ying" written neatly on the left side of the divorce letter. Finally, the girl bit her finger and pressed a clear fingerprint next to the two characters "Ci Ying".
A sweet and fishy smell spread between the lips and teeth, and the wind seemed to be sighing, blowing away the loose hair on Ciying's forehead.
She did not give the written divorce letter to Xie Huaijin immediately. Xie's father had just passed away, and even if Xie Huaijin wanted to divorce her, now was not a good time.
What's more, she also needs some time to prepare the things she will need when she leaves Chang'an in the future.
As for where to go, Ci Ying considered Wuxiang, but ultimately chose Jiangnan. After they settled in Jiangnan, they could find a winter place to go to Wuxiang. As for why Jiangnan...
Ci Ying's thoughts are selfish.
When she was very young, the young lady mentioned in a letter that she wanted to be a swallow in the south of the Yangtze River. Ci Ying thought that the young lady was such a good person, and the wish that was not fulfilled in this life would be fulfilled in the next life.
Then, let the lady become a swallow from the south of the Yangtze River and fly to her eaves.
......
As Ci Ying expected, Xie Huaijin became very busy after the New Year. Even though Xie Huaijin had taken over most of the Xie family affairs when the head of the family was still alive, it was still different after becoming the head of the family.
One day in March, it was another rainy day, and Ci Ying met Xie Huaijin again.
It had probably been half a month since they last met. Ci Ying heard Xie Huaijin say, "I'm going on a long trip tomorrow and might spend some time away. Ci Ying, I'll leave Candle One and Candle Two with you. If anything comes up, just let them handle it."
In March, everything is reborn. The old trees beside the corridor have sprouted new buds of emerald yellow and tender green, and the flowers blooming nearby are gorgeous and tempting. The young man is dressed in a snow-white suit, as gentle as jade.
It’s so beautiful.
Ci Ying thought as she handed the oil-paper umbrella beside her to the young man. A thin layer of water on the umbrella fell on the palm of Ci Ying's hand, and a thin layer of water also stained her sleeves, like dewdrops on spring flowers, spreading lightly along the sleeves to the inside.
Ci Ying raised her eyes, her eyes gentle and quiet. After carefully examining the young man from head to toe, she said softly, "Xie Huaijin, I want to give you a gift when you come back."
The young man responded gently, raised his hand and gently touched Ci Ying's head, but Ci Ying leaned over and hugged him.
The embrace was light and gentle. When the girl looked up at him, her eyes were filled with reluctance to let him go. However, she quickly let go and said with a smile, "Xie Huaijin, goodbye."
He walked away holding an umbrella, and Ci Ying waved at him out of the corner of his eye.
Many years later, Xie Huaijin still remembers this scene.
In March, the grass is green and the birds are singing, but only a few flowers are blooming sparsely. The girl stands under the corridor and looks at him tenderly, with a faint smile on her lips.
.......
In the dark room, Zhu Yi whipped Zhu Yi twenty or thirty times and said in a cold voice: "According to the rules of the secret guards, this is your punishment for deceiving your superiors and hiding the truth from your subordinates. I will send a message to the young master tomorrow. You should figure out how to tell him."
After saying that, Zhu Yi stood up and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he saw Zhu Er with his eyes downcast. Then he raised his eyes and cried, "Brother."
Zhu Yi's hand got stuck as he pushed the door open. He turned around and looked at his brother, his words lacking his usual coldness: "Are you crying?"
Zhu Er choked up and said, "Brother, can't you just pretend you didn't see it?"
Zhu Banyi knelt down, looked at his brother, and said softly: "You know very well that the possibility of hiding it from the young master is very small. We are not the only ones who have eyes in the dark."
"It's just a small matter, I just forgot to report it," Zhu Er held Zhu Yi's hand, just like when they were children.
Zhu Yi was silent for a long time: "...I will take the punishment with you."
On the carriage to Anhuai, Xie Huaijin straightened his body and flipped through the book in his hand. He thought of something and a smile appeared on his face. It was unlike the mask he always wore on his face. The gentleness came from his bones, and the servants beside him all bowed their heads.
On the desk, there was a letter of confession.
The signature is...An Jinxian.
*
The flowers of May were gone, and when Xie Huaijin was returning to Chang'an from Anhuai, he passed by a temple. The temple was not big, but it was very popular.
The monk guarding the gate saw Xie Huaijin and hurriedly led everyone inside: "Amitabha, donor Xie hasn't come for several months. The abbot said that donor Xie still owes him a game of chess. I wonder if the abbot can fulfill his wish today."
After saying this, the monk pushed aside the curtain and said to the inside, "Abbot, thank you for coming."
A thin man with a sickly body slowly walked out from inside and waved to the monk who came with him: "Yu Yuan, you go down first."
"Yes, Abbot." Yu Yuan turned and left. When he passed by Mo Yu in the outer room, he also bowed and said, "Amitabha."
Two people sat in front of the chessboard in the room. Yuhua set up the chess game from last time and said with a smile, "Let's start from here."
"Yeah." Xie Huaijin was used to it and had no objection.
Half an hour later, Yuhua wrote a single word, frowning, "I've been deducing this for months, and you're just giving me a solution like this?"
Xie Huaijin put the black chess piece in his hand back into the basket, stood up without saying a word and was about to leave.
Yuhua sighed behind him: "Shuhe."
Xie Huaijin then turned around and said calmly, "Third Uncle."
Yuhua stood up. He was so thin that his monk's robes were barely hanging on him. He walked over to the young man and asked, "Is there still hope of recovery?"
The young man's indifferent voice echoed in the monk's room: "Monks should mind their own business."
Yuhua laughed. This kid was even threatening him. How much time did he have left?
The smell of blood spread through her throat. Yuhua coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. "You know Third Uncle is just worried about you. A few decades in this world will pass in a blink of an eye. Why are you so persistent?"
Xie Huaijin's eyes were very light, and his snow-white clothes made him look more like a person who had detached from the mortal world than the monk Yuhua.
Yuhua coughed and said, "You want to end this chaotic world, and I won't stop you. But the Xie family is one with you. Shuhe, the path you've chosen for the Xie family isn't just for them, it's for yourself as well. If you don't want to ascend to that position, you could support a wise ruler. The Yuwen family are all ungrateful, so just choose another family."
Yuhua said it very easily, as if the change of dynasties was just a child's play in his eyes.
Compared to this, Yuhua sighed: "Ahem... Uncle San just doesn't want to see you, Shuhe. You've just come of age, you're still young, you have plenty of time. Power over the government, the ability to call the wind and rain, overwhelming authority, these things that most people can hardly achieve in their lifetime, now all in your hands."
"Shuhe, Third Uncle isn't going to last much longer. I dreamt about your father a couple of days ago. He...he told me to try to persuade you. You know he's not completely...When you were young, he argued with the elders about you. Shuhe, think about it again?"
Xie Huaijin was not moved at all and turned to leave.
Yuhua sighed, blood already oozing from the corner of her mouth. The monk's final whisper lingered in the room: "Shuhe, is there nothing in this world that you long for?"
But Xie Huaijin had already stepped out the door. Behind him, Yu Yuan ran in and hugged Yu Hua's already collapsed body: "Abbot, Abbot, Abbot!"
Xie Huaijin paused, lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained his clarity.
He stood up and walked outside without looking back.
Something you are nostalgic for?
A slender and graceful figure vaguely appeared in Xie Huaijin's mind, and she would take the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
She had a very pretty face. In this chaotic world, if she had not been protected by Xie Suwei, she would have become a corpse somewhere long ago.
It doesn’t matter if Xie Suwei is dead, we still have him.
That person was his wife, and he promised his aunt that he would treat her well for the rest of his life.
When the February rain was drizzling, she hugged him and said with a smile that she would prepare a gift for him.
Xie Huaijin smiled softly.
The funeral bells rang out from the temple behind him. Xie Huaijin lowered the curtain of the carriage and said calmly, "Let's go."
The carriage traveled day and night. It was late at night when Xie Huaijin returned to the Xie Mansion. The moon shone faintly on the water. When Xie Huaijin passed by, he found that the lotus flowers in the pond were about to bloom.
Mo Yu came up to report to the faction that Xie Qingzheng had disappeared: "Following that guard's lead, the clue ended with a man named Li Sheng."
"Where is Mr. Li?" The young man was dressed in plain clothes and spoke in a cold tone.
Mo Yu leaned over: "Dead."
Xie Huaijin raised his eyes and tapped the table lightly with his slender, bony fingers: "Continue investigating."
The next day, Yuwen Fu came again.
Thinking of something, Xie Huaijin chuckled.
Between meeting Ciying first or meeting Yuwen Fu first, Xie Huaijin chose to meet Yuwen Fu first.
The young man was dressed in snow-white clothes, his eyes sparkled but concealed a chilling coldness.
He wanted to tell Yuwen Fu a piece of great news.
In the study, Yuwen Fu was like a mad dog. He kicked the door as soon as he entered, his peach blossom eyes filled with anger. "When did you cancel your marriage with that slave girl?"
Xie Huaijin opened the window and said in a voice that made it impossible to tell his emotions: "What did you call her?"
"Slave girl!" Yuwen Fu shouted, "Slave, lowly..."
"Yuwen Fu." Xie Huaijin interrupted lightly.
Yuwen Fu angrily swung the table in front of him, and the teapot shattered. The "bang" sound reminded Xie Huaijin of the scene with Ciying in the study that day. His eyes deepened, and he felt that the breathing of the person in front of him became excited and uneasy.
Xie Huaijin looked towards where Yuwen Fu was looking and said softly, "Yuwen Fu."
Yuwen Fu turned a deaf ear to him, his eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the thin piece of paper from the table, flicked it with his hand, and said contemptuously, "That slave girl is sensible. Hahahaha, she actually took the initiative to divorce you. I shouldn't have agreed to give up that favor in the first place. I only agreed to let her go to rescue Zhenzhen. When did I say I would return Zhenzhen to her?"
Yuwen Fu paused, his handsome face filled with coldness. "What's the point of returning it? Zhenzhen is mine. I'll return the three thousand soldiers to you another day. I'm really at a loss. I didn't get the people and I also lost the food. But forget it, just consider it a bargain for you. I'll have the people who brought her back return it to you the same way."
"Divorce letter?"
Yuwen Fu suddenly heard this and pushed the divorce letter in front of Xie Huaijin: "Well, the slave girl has already signed and stamped it. You sign it and take it to the government office and you can get a divorce. Tsk, she's willing to give it up. Have you been too bad to her on weekdays? She actually said she would give up this wealth and status like that."
At this time, Yuwen Fu was still watching the show, immersed in beautiful fantasies.
"But that's good too. That way Zhenzhen can go back with me. I hope Zhu Yi and Zhu Er won't stop me this time. That slave girl really thinks she can snatch Zhenzhen from me without you. But after she separates from you, she should move out too. Then it will be more convenient for me to pick up Zhenzhen."
Yuwen Fu was immersed in his own joy and didn't notice at all that behind him, the young man in snow-white clothes was staring at the divorce letter, his knuckles were pale, and his whole body was cold, like the snow falling from the branches.
After a long time, the young man laughed.
"So this is the gift my lady gave me."
【Author’s words】
Male Ghost in Progress [Dog Head Holding a Rose]
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