Chapter 337 Don't Want His Lantern
Qingling looked at Zhan Xingzhuo for a long time before asking, "And what about you?"
Zhan Xingzhuo was stunned for a moment, pondering the meaning of her question, when he heard the woman's scream travel through the space and reach their ears.
"Yao Qingling, your good fortune won't last forever! I won't die! I'll live until the day you suffer!"
"Yao Qingling, you just wait! Just wait! You'll die a horrible death!"
"Yao Qingling, Zhan Xingzhuo is mine! Mine!"
"Yao Qingling—"
Zhou Zhining's screams grew louder and louder, as shrill as a ghost's wail, giving no one a chance to speak.
Qingling frowned, annoyance creeping onto her face.
Her dispute with Zhou Zhining should have ended when she divorced Zhan Xingzhuo. Zhou Zhining's illness was called "getting stuck on a rut".
This person has gone mad.
Zhan Xingzhuo's face turned ashen: "She's been like this since her miscarriage, I'm planning to—"
"You don't need to tell me how you're going to treat her in the future. As long as you promise she won't bother me or go out to harm others, I'll pretend she doesn't exist," Qingling coldly interrupted him.
She wanted to ask whether Zhan Xingzhuo intended to follow the same path as Prince Xin and go all the way to the end.
But Zhou Zhining was too noisy, which annoyed her to no end, and Zhan Xingzhuo's hesitation also disappointed her.
"I should go," she said softly, turning around.
"I'll see you off." Zhan Xingzhuo followed behind her, escorting her all the way to the door and watching her get into the carriage.
At this moment, the sun sets below the horizon, and the light of day disappears.
Minglu hurriedly ran out carrying a lantern: "Young Madam, it's getting dark, please take this lantern with you."
Qingling stood on the carriage deck, glanced at the lamp, and then her gaze fell on Minglu's face. Her eyes were calm as she said, "I am no longer the young mistress. Don't call me that anymore."
The coachman had already lit a lantern and hung it on one corner of the carriage.
Qingling glanced at the lantern and smiled slightly: "I already have a lantern."
She bowed and entered the carriage, instructing the driver, "Let's go."
With a shout of "Giddy up!", the coachman gripped the reins tightly and swung them forcefully, striking the horse's rump with a clear snap, and the carriage swayed and began to move forward.
Zhan Xingzhuo watched the carriage disappear into the distance, his gaze seemingly frozen, lingering there for a long time.
His eyes were full of disappointment and melancholy.
Minglu stood by his side, tilting his head and looking down at the lantern in his hand, also listless.
Since Yao Qingling is so heartless, why did she return to the manor to rekindle hope? She knows perfectly well that the Second Master can't let go of her; it's too cruel.
"Second Master, it's raining, let's go inside." Minglu looked back at Zhan Xingzhuo, wanting to persuade him to give up, but Zhou Zhining's hysterical screams rang out again in the courtyard.
"Second Master, Miss Zhou's hysteria is incurable, isn't it? Why don't we send her to the estate to recuperate? Her constant yelling is not a good thing."
After Zhou Zhining suffered a miscarriage, she was completely devastated. Furthermore, doctors diagnosed her with an inability to have children again.
What's the point of keeping a woman like that in the house?
She spends most of her time either lying in bed or walking around the yard. She doesn't need to do anything all day long; she just eats and sleeps. When she's full and energetic, she barks; when she's well-rested and energetic, she barks again.
Day and night, no one in the mansion could have peace and quiet, and even the neighbors complained that she was too noisy.
Zhan Xingzhu glared at Minglu: "Shut up, don't say things like that again."
Minglu pursed his lips sheepishly.
Actually, he didn't understand the Second Master either. He refused to kick Zhou Zhining out and still had people serve her, but he no longer visited her every day.
But only Zhan Xingzhuo himself understood this complicated and complex emotion.
Zhou Zhining had taken care of him and kept him company when he was young; now that she was insane, how could he abandon her? Regardless of whether she was insane or sane, he had no one else by his side, so he would keep her company.
This is to repay her for her companionship and care, and to fulfill a debt of gratitude.
Zhan Xingzhuo stood in the garden, looked up at the sky, and felt the dense raindrops falling on his face, which were icy cold.
He turned his gaze away and casually glanced at a crape myrtle tree in the yard. He said lightly, "The wisteria should be blooming by now, right?"
Minglu nodded: "Yes."
Zhan Xingzhuo: "I'll plant a wisteria tomorrow."
He strode heavily into the study.
...
Yao Qingling sighed.
Lin Shiyuan glanced at her: "Why are you sighing?"
The milk peanut brittle was stuffed into her mouth.
Qingling chewed a couple of times, and her mouth felt sweet, with a rich milky aroma and the crunchy texture of crushed peanuts. It was quite chewy and delicious.
Such delicious food should be enjoyed on a sunny afternoon, lying in a wicker chair with a soft, fluffy kitten wrapped around your belly, while children chase butterflies all over the yard, creating a lively yet peaceful atmosphere... Only in such an environment can you truly appreciate the tranquility of life.
But now, all she sees is chaos and unknown panic.
I'm tired.
From the moment the decision to divorce was made, all sorts of problems arose.
No, I started feeling mentally exhausted after marrying Zhan Xingzhuo?
No, it should be earlier, after she came to the capital?
No, not really...
She thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that ever since she was born, she had been living a life of constant wandering and fear.
It seems like everyone is living this kind of life.
War breaks up families, destroy homes, and displace people. The lucky ones find relatives to take them in, but they still live a life of dependence on others.
But compared to those who died in war, natural disasters, or man-made calamities, and those who never knew where their next meal would come from, Qingling realized that she wasn't the most miserable one.
She's still lucky to be alive, and to be living a better life than many people. So what's there to be dramatic about?
But for those who are already dead, they are freed from worry and can rest forever.
"...Maybe I'm just getting old and starting to get tired of all this."
After listening to her slowly grumbling, Lin Shiyuan pinched her ear and asked, "Are you getting old?"
It's ridiculous that someone who's only nineteen years old says they're old.
“You’re under too much pressure.” He massaged her shoulders, which was understandable from Yao Qingling’s perspective.
She wasn't just struggling to survive alone; she was leading hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of people to survive.
These people all depend on her to provide them with food and a stable life in this chaotic world.
Like fishing boats catching fish in the ocean waves, thousands of boats are vying for fish while also fighting amongst themselves. Yao Qingling is the captain; she not only has to keep her boat steady but also snatch fish from others and prevent her boat from being taken away.
If I had a break, I wouldn't be so tired.
However, others will not give her a chance to stop.
Qingling said, "Prince Xin already knows about our relationship, and he has also noticed what you are investigating."
The fire at the dock seemed to have nothing to do with Lin Shiyuan, but anything related to Yao Qingling was related to Lin Shiyuan.
Qingling still cannot determine the significance of Prince Xin taking this step.
Lin Shiyuan said, "Prince Xin is a treacherous man. He is good at using the appearance of playing around with people to deceive them. If he already knew, then he might have lit that fire to test me and see if I would take action."
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