Chapter 194
Lao Yi came up from below and fell down as soon as he entered the door. If someone hadn't been quick to catch him, he would have fallen down.
It was well known that he was suffering from heart disease, but this time the burden seemed too heavy and he couldn't even go to the government office.
Everyone realized that he was seriously ill this time. Those who knew him well knew that since he was young, he would never fail to go to the government office unless he was too ill to fight on.
On this day, Mrs. Yi went out to dinner with several other fake imperial officials. As soon as she entered the door, she met another official's wife.
After exchanging pleasantries, the man asked, "Is Mr. Yi feeling better now?"
Mrs. Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Better now."
"I told you, otherwise you can't come out. Okay."
"OK."
The lady walked out after she finished speaking, and the rest of the group pretended they knew nothing and went in to eat, chatting and laughing.
It has long been an open secret that Lao Yi has a small mansion, but only a very few close confidants know where it is and who lives inside.
He had been on leave for two days to recuperate. Gradually, several of the false imperial edicts had heard the news from their husband, and whenever they saw Mrs. Yi, they would inevitably greet her. But Mrs. Yi herself didn't know about this, after all, Old Yi would disappear for two weeks or even a month. Now, everyone in his entourage knew that he hadn't returned home even when he was ill, but had retreated to the small mansion to recuperate.
Mrs. Yi remained calm on the surface, but inside she was furious. She knew that the people around her who were watching her closely were laughing at her in their hearts.
She was asking for trouble. Of course, being around people who didn't want her to do well made her more vulnerable. But she had no other options. As Lao Yi put it, besides shopping, playing cards, and having affairs, what else could she do? She couldn't have affairs, and she needed someone to accompany her when she went shopping or played cards. She couldn't leave this social circle.
A few days later, I ran into another lady. She took Mrs. Yi's hand and said, "My husband told me that your old Yi is just like that. He lets go of things when he can. His health is the most important thing. He's always so devoted. What if something happens to him? If you want to recuperate, then take good care of yourself. You have to bring your official duties home. If you work too hard, your illness will get worse instead of being cured. What can we do?"
Mrs. Yi said, "I told him the same thing, but he didn't listen."
Although Old Yi was ill, everyone knew he was recuperating at the small mansion, so no one visited Mrs. Yi. Everyone at the small mansion knew he was deliberately avoiding them, and even if they knew the place was there, they didn't dare go.
On this day, Mrs. Yi was playing mahjong with the female relatives. Mrs. Liang, who had originally said she had something to do and would not come today, suddenly came to visit.
As soon as he entered the room, before anyone else could speak, he said, "Oh my God, something happened."
The others looked at each other in shock.
Old Yi emerged from the study and entered the pure white house she had designed. The flowers in the house had all bloomed in winter, and now, in summer, only lush green leaves remained. Hyacinths and tulips, for example, would have been thrown away after blooming, but he couldn't bear to throw them away, so he continued to have them watered and cared for.
He knew she was leaving, but there was nothing he could do.
He believed she was truly devoted to him. She always looked at him with such affection, tears welling up in her eyes. At least she must have loved him. She had been so haggard when she came, but now she was completely different. At least she was happy with him. It was just that this affection wasn't enough to keep her.
It was because of her sincerity that it was more painful. He could feel the pressure and struggle in her happiness when she was with him.
In fact, she could never become someone like them because she could never give up her conscience.
She couldn't even bear to see kittens and puppies suffer, so how could she accept someone like him?
It's okay to leave. The longer I stay, the more reluctant I am to leave. It's okay to separate early. I can't let her go with me forever.
He knew that she had her own ambitions and expectations, and he could only ask her to go to jail with him.
He was just thinking about something when his mother knocked on the door and came in, saying, "There's news over there. They say *** is gone. That's so tragic."
He smiled and said, "I see."
Grandma accompanied me and closed the door carefully.
He thought to himself, "It's good to die."
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