Chapter 20
Two days later, Su Wanxing arrived at the Li family cemetery with a package and found Li Moti kneeling in front of Huizhi's grave, her eyes lifeless and looking very haggard.
The inscription on the tombstone was not for Li Zhaoyu, but for Huizhi.
"This was left behind by Huizhi."
Su Wanxing placed the package in front of Li Moti.
Li Moti eagerly opened it, only to find some jewelry inside, which she then carefully put away and returned to Su Wanxing.
I don't need these.
"These are the last things Huizhi left behind."
"He must have his reasons for giving it to you; I know his engagement to you is fake."
"Aren't you angry with me?"
"Blame you? You dare say that? His death was all my fault."
"No, it wasn't you. You've studied so much and passed the imperial examinations, of course you know why he died."
Li Moti looked at Su Wanxing; the two days of companionship had left her eyes bloodshot.
"So what if I know?"
"Since you know this, I won't try to persuade you any further. I want to change all of this, so I'm going to fulfill Huizhi's last wish."
"stop"
Li Moti struggled to her feet, supporting herself against the tombstone.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can change the laws of our country?"
"Even if I can't change things, I still have to speak out. My words alone may be insignificant, but there are millions of people like me in this world."
"Why? You're clearly a woman, how can you be so considerate of men?"
Su Wanxing turned to look at Li Moti.
Are there differences between men and women?
Li Moti couldn't answer.
"If you want to die, I won't stop you. Just get out of here."
Although Su Wanxing was scolded, she knew she shouldn't get entangled with her any longer, so she turned around and went to Mingyue Pavilion.
Under the daylight, Mingyue Pavilion is naturally not as beautiful as it is at night.
Su Wanxing pushed open the door and found Yao Ji sitting alone on the table where Hui Zhi often played the zither, drinking.
I knew you would come.
Su Wanxing stepped forward and noticed that Yao Ji's hair was disheveled, and she had completely lost her former charm.
I don't know how to explain all this to you.
"No explanation needed. Huizhi would have done the same even without you."
Su Wanxing took out a piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to Yao Ji.
"These are the recipes for all the teas. I've also written down a few others that I haven't had a chance to make yet; you'll probably have to try them a few more times later."
Yao Ji didn't take it, so Su Wanxing stuffed the paper into Yao Ji's hand.
“This is what I owe Mingyue Pavilion. I know you are not short of money, but Huizhi likes it, so I don’t want the recipe to be lost.”
"Lost in history? Where are you going?"
"I want to go to Phoenix City"
"What?"
Yao Ji looked at Su Wanxing.
What are you going to Phoenix City for?
"Do what I should do, what Huizhi and all men in the world hope for."
After Su Wanxing finished speaking, she left Mingyue Pavilion and returned to the mansion, only to find the steward waiting at the door.
"Uncle Chen, what are you doing here? It's windy in here, hurry inside."
"Miss, please come with me."
Butler Chen led Su Wanxing to the family ancestral hall.
"Miss, please offer incense to the master of the house."
Su Wanxing accepted the incense from Uncle Chen and bowed deeply.
"Mother, please bless me."
Butler Chen took a wooden box from under the table and presented it to Su Wanxing.
"Uncle Chen, what's this?"
"The head of the family said that if Miss ever has to go on a long trip, she must take this with her."
Su Wanxing slowly opened the wooden box, and the contents inside made her expression change drastically.
"This is?"
"Miss, please make sure you accept this."
"Okay, I definitely will."
Su Wanxing turned her head to look at the memorial tablet.
Mother, thank you for your help. If you were still here, you would have supported my decision.
Su Wanxing packed her things and went to room nineteen.
"Master, I've finished packing."
"That's good. Did you pick up the clothes I made for you before?"
"I've taken it and put it in my luggage."
"It suddenly occurred to me, should I change your name every year?"
"What name should we change it to?"
"Change it to twenty, you'll be twenty next year."
"I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I will be called Nineteen for the rest of my life, because that's the time I met my master."
That day, the wheels of fate began to turn.
"What do you mean, Master?"
"It means that from that day on, the red thread of our fates was firmly tied together."
"Whether it's the red thread or anything else, I want to stay with my master forever."
"good"
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