"Hey, isn't this our second young lady? What? Are you ready to get married?"
Xihe paused and looked over. A woman was standing under the wisteria corridor. She had old-fashioned hair and was tightly wrapped in a loose straight coat.
The upturned phoenix eyes are very sharp, and the mouth is even more impolite.
"Fourth Concubine?"
According to the maid's account, this must be the original owner's father's mistress, who is said to be quite favored.
Xihe did not have the original owner's memory, but judging from Xiaosi's bad attitude, she could guess that the other party disliked her. Xihe...she just came out to check the situation after finishing her porridge.
"What? You don't recognize me. That's right, you're the second daughter who studied abroad, and you look down on me..."
"Does Fourth Auntie know when my father will be back?"
Xihe directly interrupted her continuous taunts.
The Fourth Concubine choked and flicked her handkerchief in annoyance. "Do we have the right to inquire about the Master's whereabouts? Second Miss, although you have studied abroad, our family is a respectable one. You still... Hey, where are you going?"
Xihe had already turned and headed out of the yard.
She keeps chattering away, she's busy.
We are now in an era of alternation between old and new ideas, and the new society coexists with the old society. There are people like the original owner who wear Western clothes and go abroad to study, and there are also conservatives like the fourth concubine. The whole society is divided and the conflicts are huge.
Everyone only saw the bright lights and feasting of Shanghai, and the foreign concessions, but they did not see the beggars and starving people everywhere, the smoke of war everywhere, and the foreigners running rampant.
But none of this mattered to Xihe. She walked out of the deep courtyard of the ancient house, hailed a coachman and headed straight for the Shen family.
She guessed that she had entered Chen Yanshu's past, and if she wanted to go back, she had to visit him.
The streets are lined with white walls and gray tiles, and the layers of cascading horse-head walls are higher than the roofs. It is a typical Huizhou-style architecture. When passing by Central Street, you can even see the tall archway standing outside the city from afar.
The two houses were not far from each other, and Xihe soon arrived at the gate of the Shen family.
"I'm Li Mingzhu, and I'm here to see your eldest young master."
Xihe said directly.
The gatekeeper hurriedly bowed and nodded to open the door, thinking that you are the only young lady in Tongcheng who dares to wear a Western dress and wander around the streets like this. Who wouldn't know you?
After passing through numerous walls and passing by servants who were bending over with their heads lowered, Xihe was brought to a courtyard.
"Miss Li, the young master is inside, please go in."
The maid opened the door and stepped aside.
There was a stone table and a wisteria trellis in the quiet yard. Xihe paused slightly, then walked directly towards the house with the open door.
She didn't lower her voice, and the man leaning over the desk immediately noticed and turned his head.
"Miss Li? Ahem...?"
The frail young master started coughing. There were two red spots on his face and his lips were pale. Although it was early summer, he was wearing a thin jacket.
"Inkstone..."
Xihe's mood suddenly became complicated. She didn't expect that Chen Yanshu was not only a little cripple, but also sickly.
"Ahem...Ms. Li, please take a seat."
Chen Yanshu stood up from his seat and asked Xihe to sit in the living room.
He was thin, wearing a long green gown. His hands were shaking slightly as he poured the tea, his skin was sickly pale, and he looked apologetic: "There is no cocoa coffee in Tongcheng. I am sorry to trouble you, Second Miss."
Xihe suddenly felt embarrassed and immediately waved his hands: "Don't feel wronged, don't feel wronged, the tea is very good."
Chen Yanshu smiled weakly: “Second Miss is generous.”
Xihe pulled the corner of her mouth, feeling very uncomfortable for a moment. She could throw a tantrum in front of the lively and blushing Yanshu, but facing the fragile and gentle Chen Yanshu now, she didn't know what to do.
I always feel that if I act as recklessly as before, I will offend him.
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