Chapter 235 Lin Shiyuan Gains an Advantage Verbally
Zhou Zhining's face contorted.
Why wouldn't he forgive her? The woman he can't forget now is Yao Qingling, which is why he ignores her tears and her pain.
No matter how many tears she sheds, or how many times she burns herself, he will not soften his heart.
“Miss…” Zhiyue looked at her anxiously, “Second Master is just too angry, he’ll calm down soon…”
Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped hard across the face.
With a crisp snap, it sounded like a firecracker going off in the middle of the night.
"Shut up!" Zhou Zhining screamed hysterically. "You can't even say the right words to coax people. How did you become my maid?"
Zhiyue covered her swollen and painful face, not daring to even cry.
It was all because Zhou Zhining had said that if they shed tears while she was scolding them, she would gouge out their eyes so that they would never be able to shed another tear.
Zhiyun shrank her neck, not daring to utter a sound, not even daring to breathe, for fear that the next slap would be on her.
Zhou Zhining, however, wouldn't let her off the hook. Her cold and vicious gaze swept over her: "Tell me, what do you want to do to get Second Master back?"
Zhiyun shrank back, and said timidly, "Miss, how about we move out of the new mansion? Second Master will definitely be anxious—"
Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Zhining grabbed Zhiyun's chin, her expression ferocious: "Move out of the new mansion? Where do you want me to go? Back to Hengwu Villa? Or to the Ministry of Agriculture? Or to the Wang family?"
The Grand Tutor's mansion had already been raided and confiscated.
She was abandoned by the Wang family and wished she could burn down the Left Censor's mansion, which was like a living hell. The Wang family would never allow her, a government slave, to set foot in it and disgrace them.
The Ministry of Agriculture? If those lackeys saw her, wouldn't they laugh at her to death?
Hengwu Villa was not her home; Tao Weixian only treated her as a plaything.
Zhou Zhining has no home for a long time. The world is so big, where can she go?
As if all her strength had been drained, her hand fell limply to the ground, and she stared blankly at the night sky.
She had long lost her home and had been wandering for a very long time; she could only find hope by clinging to a man.
She had finally become the mistress of the new mansion, and she absolutely could not step out of this threshold.
Putting everything else aside, she only wanted to think about Yao Qingling. Didn't Yao Qingling feel wronged? Yet she endured it for three years, waiting until the very last moment to leave the new residence.
She finally managed to drive Yao Qingling away and win back her man, but as soon as she leaves, other women will come in.
She wouldn't do something so foolish.
Zhiyun was so frightened that she trembled and felt as if her jaw had been dislocated. She knelt on the ground.
Zhiyue also quickly knelt down.
"Please calm down, young lady. I am foolish."
Zhou Zhining looked at the two maids, her anger not subsiding at all.
They're both maids, so why are Yao Qingling's maids better than these two useless ones?
"Kneel down, and don't get up without my permission."
Zhou Zhining stormed off. She needed to think carefully about what other ways she could get Zhan Xingzhuo back.
...
Lin Shiyuan left Yao Qingling's Magnolia Courtyard. Dressed in black, he leaped across the rooftops. As he landed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His figure darted like a hawk, leaping onto a tall tree and hiding among the branches, looking down at the rooftop steps.
Upon closer inspection, Lin Shiyuan let out a disdainful sneer.
Zhan Xingzhuo sat there like a dejected, mangy dog, head drooping, as if he had been provoked by something.
But why would he sit at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion after being provoked?
Was he playing a form of self-torture to soften Yao Qingling's heart and elicit sympathy?
Ha, Yao Qingling isn't Guanyin. Unfortunately, Lin Shiyuan has already seen her ruthless side.
Only a fool like Zhan Xingzhuo thinks that women are all soft-hearted and can only live on men's pity.
Moreover, Yao Qingling was already asleep at this time.
He waited until she fell asleep before coming out.
Lin Shiyuan wasn't being kind by keeping this idiot warm in such cold weather; he just didn't want Zhan Xingzhuo to disturb Yao Qingling's sweet dreams.
If he dares to knock on the door, he will surely break his hand.
But... Lin Shiyuan sat on the tree, his legs were numb from squatting, but Zhan Xingzhuo didn't move an inch.
The man was like a wooden sculpture.
At first, Minglu kept circling around Zhan Xingzhuo, trying to persuade him to go back, but after talking until his lips were almost sore, Zhan Xingzhuo remained unmoved, so Minglu gave up.
He ran to a nearby inn, brought over a donkey cart, unloaded a quilt from the cart to wrap Zhan Xingzhuo, and then moved down a blazing charcoal stove.
Even so, I still feel sorry for my master, fearing he might catch a cold and get sick.
Minglu sighed and remained silent, guarding the charcoal stove.
Lin Shiyuan propped his head up, watching coldly, and uttered a disdainful snort: "Tsk, why not sleep in a comfortable bed and warm pillows, instead of sleeping on someone else's steps? You're sick."
Zhan Xingzhuo didn't leave, nor did Lin Shiyuan.
It wasn't until dawn, just before the morning court session, that things began.
Minglu woke Zhan Xingzhuo up, and the two then left the main gate of the Marquis's residence.
Lin Shiyuan yawned, and with a whoosh, the treetops swayed slightly, as if an owl had simply flown away.
The gatekeeper of the Marquis's mansion opened the gate with a yawn, paused for a moment when he saw the extra things on the steps, and then came over to clean them up while cursing: "Which beggar is so blind as to treat the Marquis's mansion gate as a beggar's den?"
At Mulan Courtyard, everything was as usual, and the sun rose as usual.
The sound of a baby crying came from the side room next to the main house. Then the wet nurse held the child and walked back and forth under the window, coaxing him with "oh oh" sounds. She changed his diaper, fed him, and took him to the main house.
Yao Qingling opened her sleepy eyes, hugged her son, tucked him into the blankets, and then went back to sleep with him.
It wasn't until the maid brought a basin of water into the room and helped Yao Qingling get up to wash and start her busy day that the day began.
No one knew that last night, Second Master Zhan slept like a beggar at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion.
...
After the court session, Zhan Xingzhuo walked out of the main hall listlessly.
Prince Xin glanced at him, shook his head, and said as he passed by, "She's just a woman, it's not like we don't have them. Don't hurt our brotherly feelings. In a few days, when we have a break, I'll take you to the hunting grounds."
Zhan Xingzhuo nodded haphazardly.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his head was throbbing with pain.
Seeing that he was absent-minded and smelled of alcohol, Prince Xin frowned. He felt it would be a waste to say anything, so he simply kept quiet.
A prince, of all people, actually has to coax these men who fought over a woman.
Losing face.
He's gone.
Lin Shiyuan yawned and coldly watched Prince Xin leave Zhan Xingzhuo's side. He also turned to leave, but inadvertently made eye contact with Zhan Xingzhuo.
So he didn't turn around.
Standing at a distance, he gave Zhan Xingzhu a forced smile and bowed slightly: "Minister, it seems you are ill?"
Zhan Xingzhuo lifted his eyelids and coldly glanced at Lin Shiyuan. In the past, he would not feel comfortable without saying a few sarcastic remarks, but today, he did not utter a single word.
The man walked past Lin Shiyuan indifferently, treating him as if he were invisible.
Lin Shiyuan didn't mind, and turned halfway to look at his figure. Oh, he could hardly walk steadily.
He said to his retreating figure, "Minister, if you are ill, please rest well at home and don't overwork yourself. You bear a heavy responsibility."
Zhan Xingzhuo paused, turned around and glared at him fiercely.
Lin Shiyuan was pleased to have gotten the better of him verbally.
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