Chapter 470 Meeting an Old Friend (1)
On the way back, Chen Xin and Luo Xueyan didn't say much. Although they tried their best to appear relaxed, they still revealed a bit of solemnity. Chen Qiu also acted out of character. Although Luo Tan was carefree, he was also sensitive to the fact that something was wrong and kept silent.
After all, today they had offended Princess Ming'an, which meant they had offended the Crown Prince of Qin. The Shen family had just returned and were thrust into the spotlight. Although Shen Xin tried his best to avoid it, it was as if an invisible hand was behind the scenes, always pushing the Shen family out. Shen Xin and Luo Xueyan were not afraid of the potential difficulties that might arise, but since Shen Miao was the one stepping forward today, they were afraid that Princess Ming'an would resent Shen Miao and use tricks behind her back to trip her up.
However, the incident has already happened, and the only way to deal with it is to protect Shen Miao better and avoid any mistakes.
After returning to the house, Shen Miao went into her own courtyard and washed up. It was already quite late. She lit the oil lamp. Seeing that she had no intention of going to bed to rest, Gu Yu said, "Miss, are you still worried about what happened tonight? It's okay. The master and the mistress are here. They won't let that princess of Qin do anything wrong."
Shen Miao shook her head. She knew Princess Ming'an's character better than anyone else. Princess Ming'an was extremely selfish and stubborn. She had also given her a hard time at the tribute banquet in her previous life. It was simply because Princess Ming'an was disdainful of the fact that someone as outstanding as Fu Xiuyi had married such a vulgar woman as her. Now that the people of Daliang had been replaced by Prince Rui, the most outstanding person in Princess Ming'an's eyes had become Prince Rui, yet he still hadn't let her go. Perhaps this was what people said, that some people's hatred was destined by heaven, no matter how many generations had passed.
"You guys go down." Shen Miao said, "I can't sleep, I'll play chess for a while."
Guyu was about to say something when Jingzhe tugged at her sleeve. "Then we servants will leave first," Jingzhe said. "Young lady, don't overthink it. If you feel tired later, rest early and don't overwork yourself. It's cold at night, so don't stay up too late."
Shen Miao agreed, and Jingzhe and Guyu retreated.
On the small table in front of the desk, the chessboard was empty. Shen Miao held the white piece in one hand and the black piece in the other, playing chess seriously with himself.
She played diligently, and as time passed, the game gradually transformed from the simple black and white at the beginning to something extremely complex. And she also went from playing with ease at first to having to think long and hard about each move later on.
Outside the courtyard, it was completely silent. Not even the chirping of birds or the chirping of insects could be heard. Ding Jingcheng fell into a sweet dream. A gentle breeze whirled through the courtyard.
Shen Miao looked at the chess board and let out a sigh.
Over the past two years, all parties had taken turns, and the pieces had been deployed to their proper positions. In some ways, gaining the upper hand didn't guarantee uninterrupted victory. This was the game between her and Fu Xiuyi, but now it seemed she was still overly simplistic.
Everything in this world is changing. She is changing, not the same person she was in her previous life, and naturally, other people will change too. The only constant is change itself, and no one can predict how these changes will affect the chess game.
She glanced at the chessboard on the table, stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. A rustling autumn breeze blew in, bringing a chill. The shadows of the trees swayed in front of the window. She watched for a moment, then turned back. The oil lamp in the room had burned down to its last bit, the candlelight flickering and then extinguished.
When the lights went out, moonlight streamed into the room like flowing water, illuminating it brightly. It was even cooler than the light of the lamp.
A "clack" sound came from the table. Someone had been sitting in front of the chessboard without knowing when. He held a black piece in his hand and placed it casually on the chessboard before looking up at Shen Miao.
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