Chapter 272 Take it and burn it.
However, Shen Wantang did not fall into negative emotions. She was resilient and had a peaceful mindset. She never felt sorry for herself or did anything pointless.
She only lived to be twenty-six in her previous life, so it's normal that she hasn't thought things through as thoroughly as she did in this life.
It's understandable that she would instinctively want to help her husband recover his losses, after all, she truly treated the Ning Prince's Mansion as her own home and managed it with great care.
However, once bitten, twice shy; she will simply refrain from doing such self-destructive "good deeds" next time.
Therefore, she calmly looked at Xiao Qingyuan: "I have never stolen the credit from you, Your Highness, nor do I need it. The credit for Magistrate Ye's case belongs to you, Your Highness. Is that satisfactory, Your Highness?"
Xiao Qingyuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable with Shen Wantang's behavior. Her words seemed to be giving him a way out, but there was also a strange sense of suffocation in them, as if she were leaving him hanging in mid-air.
He was caught in a dilemma; he couldn't scold her, nor could he not scold her.
A sense of irritation rose within him. This was not what he had expected at all. Why did he always manage to mess things up?
Princess Ning looked at her son's furrowed brows and displeased expression, and sighed heavily: "Yuan'er, I don't need you to achieve great things or solve cases and catch criminals. I will be more than satisfied if you just live a few peaceful days."
“Listen to me, go back to the courtyard. You don’t need to go to the Ministry of Justice or the Court of Judicial Review anymore. Neither of those places is suitable for you.”
"Don't you like playing in the snow? It just so happens that it snowed again last night. Why don't you take your maids and servants and go play in the snow!"
Princess Ning's indulgence and love for her son was evident, but unfortunately, Xiao Qingyuan did not appreciate it.
"Does my mother think I'm a three-year-old? She's trying to fool me with the idea of playing in the snow!"
Xiao Qingyuan said with a stern face, "I don't care about playing in the snow, I'm going to the Ministry of Justice! I promised Xin Huailin that I would help him solve the Xin family's case, and I can't go back on my word! That damned Gu Qianhan is trying to steal my credit, no way!"
After he finished speaking, he turned and left, and no matter how much Princess Ning called to him, he did not turn around.
"This bastard, I'm finding it harder and harder to control him."
Princess Ning shook her head and took Shen Wantang's hand: "Tang'er, you've really been wronged. Yuan'er misunderstood you. I apologize on his behalf. Please don't take it to heart. Husband and wife are one. Even if you quarrel in bed, you can make up in bed. Don't let small things cause you any misunderstanding. In the future, he will know how good you are."
Shen Wantang smiled at her: "Mother is right, it's all a small matter. If it's a small matter, why are you apologizing to me? Are you being too polite? Don't you care about me anymore?"
"Oh dear, how could that be? Of course your mother loves you, and she'll love you even more in the future!"
Shen Wantang smiled and said, "That's good. I'm really lucky!"
Her mother-in-law has indeed treated her well, and she will continue to be filial to her.
As for Xiao Qingyuan... the idea of husband and wife being one, or quarreling in bed and making up in bed, doesn't exist!
A distance between them? That's too mild, because she and he were never close to begin with; they were always far apart!
After chatting with her mother-in-law for a while, Shen Wantang left her courtyard and returned to Wutong Garden.
As soon as you entered, Dujuan stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, Miss Gu sent you a letter, inviting you to enjoy the snow and appreciate the plum blossoms!"
As she spoke, she handed over a letter.
Shen Wantang opened the letter and read it once, then paused slightly in surprise.
Du Juan asked curiously, "Princess Consort, what's wrong? Aren't you going to write a reply to Miss Gu?" Whether you go or not, you should at least give her a reply!
Shen Wantang handed her the letter: "No need to reply, just burn it!"
Du Juan was shocked: "Ah? Why is that? Didn't the letter say it invited you to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms? But that's what the maid who delivered the letter said!"
"The letter did invite me to appreciate the snow and plum blossoms, but it wasn't written by A-Ning."
Du Juan took the letter, looking bewildered, and said, "It wasn't written by Miss Gu? Then who wrote it to you? But the messenger was indeed Miss Gu's maid. I saw her before."
It was written by Gu Qianhan.
Shen Wantang silently said to herself.
Du Juan had also been taught to read by Shen Wantang. She opened the letter and read it once, but didn't find anything wrong with it. She then hurriedly took out the letter that Gu Qianning had written to Shen Wantang before and compared it word by word.
After comparing them, she was even more confused: "Princess Consort, isn't the handwriting on this letter exactly the same as the letter Miss Gu wrote to you before? Why do you say it wasn't written by her?"
Shen Wantang smiled and said, "Naturally, it's because some people can perfectly imitate other people's handwriting."
Du Juan's eyes widened: "Who imitated Miss Gu's handwriting? You said it was a perfect imitation, so how did you tell the handwriting was different?"
Shen Wantang extended a finger and tapped the maid's head: "I didn't say the handwriting was different."
"The handwriting is exactly the same?"
"Yes, exactly the same."
"So how do you tell the difference?"
Shen Wantang smiled and pointed to her head: "Intuition."
Du Juan stared in disbelief: "This works?"
Shen Wantang chuckled, picked up a book and started reading: "Just kidding. The person who imitated A Ning's handwriting didn't capture A Ning's personality. The feeling conveyed between the lines is not A Ning at all."
Du Juan couldn't help but pick up the letter again and read it carefully three more times.
"Ah Tang, the plum blossoms at Jin Chan Temple are in bloom. Shall we go together to admire the snow and appreciate the plum blossoms? Ah Ning."
It's only two lines of text.
How can you tell the personality of the person who wrote the letter?
How can you be so sure that the letter writer isn't Miss Gu? What if it is? Wouldn't that make Miss Gu wait even longer?
Du Juan hesitated for a long time, but in the end she burned the letter as Shen Wantang asked, since no matter who made a mistake, her master couldn't possibly make one.
Jinzen Temple.
Plum Garden.
Gu Qianhan, dressed in a black brocade robe and wearing a dark cloak, stood under a tall plum tree, looking down the steps at the path leading to Jinchan Temple.
The plum blossoms are a magnificent red, while the winter snow is a vast and desolate white.
Today was windless, sunny, and not too cold. Jinchan Temple is the closest place in the capital to enjoy plum blossoms, so people come to the temple to admire them from time to time.
But Gu Qianhan waited for a long time, but the figure he wanted to see never appeared.
He couldn't help but smile wryly: "Too clever, not easy to fool."
Jixiang hurriedly asked, "What did you say, young master? Do you mean the Crown Princess won't be coming?"
"Hmm, she probably recognized that the letter wasn't written by A Ning."
"Huh? That shouldn't be the case. Even the young lady herself can't recognize the handwriting you imitated!"
"The problem may not be with the handwriting."
"Where is it located?"
"Perhaps it's the tone."
Jixiang was a little confused: "How can you tell the tone from a letter? Didn't you deliberately write fewer sentences to avoid giving yourself away?"
Gu Qianhan broke off a plum blossom branch, a smile appearing on her cold face: "Perhaps it's because I wrote too little that she noticed it. She knows it was me who wrote it, so she refused to come."
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