Li was even more surprised when he heard this.
Ren Yaoqi is different from Ren Yaohua. She has never been favored by Old Lady Ren since she was a child, so she hates going to Ronghuayuan the most.
On weekdays, except for the morning and evening visits, she would avoid going if possible.
Ren Yaoqi knew what Li was thinking: "I was just on my way to see Fourth Sister, so I just stopped by to take a look. Don't worry, mother."
Seeing her insistence, Li Shi didn't say anything more and just said to Ren Yaohua, "Hua'er, would you like to go over and take a look too?"
If it were in the past, Li would never have said this, but recently the relationship between the sisters Ren Yaoqi and Ren Yaohua has eased, which is obvious to Li and several close people around her.
"No need. I'll be back soon. Third sister will stay and talk to you." Ren Yaoqi said as she walked out.
She was preoccupied with her own affairs, so she simply kept her head down as she walked along with her maids. As they passed the winding corridor and were about to turn into the garden, they heard the voices of several men talking in the garden drifting over on the wind. At the same time, she could hear the crunching sound of several pairs of boots on the snow approaching.
"Didn't Third Uncle bring us to the garden to pick snow from the plum trees to make tea? There are several plum trees planted in the mansion, but not a single one is in bloom... ahem..." a young man complained dissatisfiedly.
"Wrong decision! Wrong decision! But Yijun, not you, Third Uncle, you should also go out more often. Staying stuck in the room all the time will make you sick even if you are not sick." Ren Shimin said leisurely.
"Third Master, didn't you see that the Third Young Master was coughing again just now? Oh no, he must have caught a cold from the wind. When we go back later, the First Madam will definitely skin me alive! Young Master, since there are no plum blossoms, shall we go back? You have to take care of yourself!" A crying voice said hurriedly.
"You're so annoying! Why are you meddling in the affairs of the young master? Give me... cough cough..." The young man complained in dissatisfaction, but was interrupted by a cough.
"Young Master..."
When Ren Yaoqi heard this, she realized that it was her father and third cousin who were in the garden at this time.
Third cousin Ren Yijun, the eldest master's second son, had been born with a deficiency, and a fortune teller had predicted he wouldn't live past ten. Over the years, the eldest wife had searched far and wide for a tonic recipe, stewing him a tonic soup daily and eating nothing but medicinal food for three meals a day. It seemed this cousin had been raised in a world of medicine.
Ren Yiju is now sixteen years old. Although he is constantly ill, he is still alive and well.
Thinking that it was his father who had once again kidnapped this cousin who rarely went out and left him out in the cold snow, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but feel a headache. If Ren Yijun really caught a cold and got sick from this, the eldest wife would definitely blame him for it.
Ren Yijun was often confined to his own courtyard due to poor health, rarely leaving the house. Furthermore, everyone in his family, from his grandmother to his brothers and sisters, spoiled him, which led to his developing a somewhat eccentric and withdrawn personality. His relationships with his peers, including his biological brother, were distant, but he bonded deeply with his uncle, Ren Shimin.
Ren Yaoqi remembered that in his previous life, he also disliked this sarcastic third brother who never smiled.
Until later, after my father died, the Ren family did not dare to bring his body back.
Under the scorching sun of June, she knelt in the courtyard of Ronghuayuan and cried and begged Mr. and Mrs. Ren to collect her father's body. In the end, she almost fainted from heatstroke and did not let the people inside move at all.
Just then, Ren Yijun came over with a cane and a gloomy face, pulled her up and left.
She was drowsy and stumbled as he dragged her to the Ren family's "Sansheng Hall", where the tablets of ancestors were enshrined and it was the Ren family's ancestral hall.
"What's the use of your crying? Their hearts are cold and their blood is cold. You should do this..." As he said this, Ren Yijun raised the crutch in his hand and swept down the dozen or so tablets on the altar.
She was so frightened that she was completely stunned. She watched helplessly as he threw away his cane and stomped on the memorial tablet like a madman, cursing loudly: "You eat our offerings while letting your descendants suffer, and allow those filthy people in the Ren family to abuse us. It's better to stop the incense offering like this!"
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