As usual, they sent Yu Fuling back to Kanjing Hutong first, and then they returned home.
As soon as I returned to the courtyard, a little maid came forward and said, "Miss, Miss Wei has been waiting for you in the courtyard for a long time, and she hasn't left yet."
Why did Wei Min come to see her out of nowhere? Thinking back to the last time they met, Wei Min said that her parents had agreed to go to Annan Marquis's mansion to propose marriage, but she didn't know if it had come to fruition.
When Yu Jiao entered the room, she saw Wei Min sitting on a chair with a depressed look on his face.
"You're back." Wei Min said.
Jianjia helped Yu Jiao untie her cloak. Yu Jiao looked at her and said, "Today is the Lantern Festival. Why don't you go to the street to see the lanterns? What's the matter with you coming to see me?"
Wei Min's eyes turned red, she turned away and said nothing.
Seeing her like this, Yu Jiao thought something bad might have happened, so she told Jianjia and Bailu to go down.
Jianjia glanced at the food box in Bailu's hand and said, "Miss, would you like to have the kitchen heat up the snacks you brought back?"
Yu Jiao nodded and asked Jianjia to bring in a pot of tea. She poured a cup of tea for Wei Min and then slowly asked, "What happened? Where did you suffer injustice?"
Yu Jiao actually didn’t think that Wei Min had been wronged somewhere else and came to her probably because of Gu Yun.
Wei Min's eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Yu Jiao, and the tears she had been holding back fell like rolling balls. "Yu Jiao, my mother went to the Annan Marquis's mansion. The Annan Marquis's wife declined my mother's proposal, saying that Gu Yun's marriage was up to him and that Gu Yun already had someone in his heart."
After saying these words, Wei Min burst into tears. She knew she shouldn't have come to Yu Jiao, because Gu Yun's heart belonged to Yu Jiao, but Wei Min didn't know who else she could talk to. Only Yu Jiao knew that she loved Gu Yun, and she couldn't find anyone else to talk to.
It is already very unreserved for a girl to take the initiative to ask her mother to go to the Annan Marquis's mansion to propose marriage. If she continues to cry after being rejected and spreads the news, it will only make people laugh.
Yu Jiao sighed softly, not knowing what to say to comfort Wei Min. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it on the table in front of Wei Min.
"Yu Jiao, I envy you so much." Wei Min's voice was choked with sobs, she was too sad to control herself. "I have liked him for six years. Since I was thirteen, I have always fantasized about becoming his wife one day. He was born in a military family, and I thought he liked women who knew martial arts, so I practiced martial arts all day, and my delicate hands were covered with calluses. He was unrestrained, so I learned to be casual. He grew up in Lingnan since he was a child, so I secretly learned the Baiyue language, hoping that one day I could go to Lingnan with him to take a walk and have a look."
Wei Min covered her eyes with a handkerchief, tears streaming down her face. She said in a panic, "But he never even looked at me once... He didn't even know my name..."
"Matters of love are never decided by people, otherwise there wouldn't be so many infatuated men and women who are obsessed with love throughout history." Yu Jiao comforted Wei Min softly, "You don't have to envy me. We are both wanderers in this world. I also have someone I like, but that person says that the relationship between us is just brother and sister. You see, I am the same as you, I also can't get what I want."
After hearing this, Wei Min stopped crying and asked, "Are you talking about your brother, Master Yu?"
Yu Jiao nodded and did not deny it, although she didn't know how Wei Min knew it.
Chen Guan once said that it is extremely difficult to hide your love for someone. Even if you don’t say it, a different light will appear in your eyes when you look at that person.
Yu Jiao had been sad for a few days, and Wei Min brought it back to her. Thinking of Yu Qizhe and Xue Qingshang standing together today, like a perfect couple, the sadness in her heart surged up, and her eyes were filled with moisture.
He laughed bitterly at himself and said, "Before I came to the capital, he treated me very well. I believe he really liked me at that time. At that time, I was not the third daughter of the Liu family, and I could not help him in his official career. But he still rejected the marriage proposal of the daughter of the prefect without thinking. I once asked him at that time, if his official career was not smooth in the future, he was frustrated and could not get what he wanted, could he be like today and not complain or feel unhappy."
Yu Jiao wiped the tears from her eyes. "He told me at the time that these were all trivial matters. To him, nothing was more important than me. As long as I was here, everything else was just an external thing. He would never use his marriage as a bargaining chip for his career."
Yu Jiao smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "But, I heard him say it myself a few days ago. He has just realized that he is just a brother and sister to me. As long as he treats me coldly, I will stop thinking about him."
"Even though he no longer likes me, he didn't even bother telling me in person. He just wanted to give me the cold shoulder." Yu Jiao looked at Wei Min and said, "Look, what is there for me to envy?"
When she first came to the capital, she naively told Yu Qizhe that no one could separate them unless one day they no longer liked each other.
Yu Qizhe said at the time that that day would never come.
But it wasn't long before this day arrived.
Wei Min was originally feeling very upset, but after hearing what Yu Jiao said, she suddenly felt that she had taken it for granted. She thought that Gu Yun liked Yu Jiao, and she was envious of Yu Jiao for being favored by Gu Yun, and jealous that she got what she had always dreamed of.
But Gu Yun likes Yu Jiao, just like she likes Gu Yun, it’s just their wishful thinking.
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