Ren Yaoqi nodded and said with a smile, "That's good. Otherwise, if you give up at the last minute, it will be troublesome."
Ren Shimin said sternly, "Is your father so ignorant of the seriousness of the matter? Don't worry. Starting tomorrow, I will stay at home in seclusion and concentrate on honing my painting skills."
"Then we just wait for Daddy to come back and bring honor to Yanbei?"
Ren Shimin laughed out loud when he heard this, but there was a gleam in his eyes that he had never seen before.
Ren Yaoqi felt warm in her heart when she saw Ren Shimin like this. At this time, she was especially grateful to Xiao Jingxi because she knew who gave Ren Shimin this opportunity.
From that day on, Ren Shimin really began to turn down all unnecessary social engagements and spent every day in his study honing his painting skills. He even started to pick up figure painting, which he had lost interest in.
In early autumn, Xiao Jinglin left Yunyang City for Jiajing Pass. Originally, he had planned to personally visit Baihe Town to bid farewell to Ren Yaoqi before leaving. However, the Yanbei Palace suddenly received an urgent border document regarding the discovery of Liao cavalry sixty miles north of Wuzhou. Ultimately, Xiao Jinglin didn't have the chance to visit Ren Yaoqi. Instead, he wrote a letter and had it delivered, then hurried back to Jiajing Pass with his men.
After Xiao Jinglin went to Jiajing Pass, there was no letter for a while. Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but worry about her, thinking about what Xiao Jinglin said before she left, if she wrote a letter to her, she would have someone send it to Xiao Jingxi at the Yanbei Palace. However, until winter came, Ren Yaoqi wrote two letters but did not receive a reply from Xiao Jinglin.
Ren Yaoqi wanted to write another letter, but was afraid of delaying Xiao Jinglin's important work. However, if he didn't write, Ren Yaoqi would still feel uneasy.
Just at this time, a letter was sent from the Yanbei Palace. Ren Yaoqi thought it was from Xiao Jinglin, but there was no signature on the letter. When he opened it, he found that there was no letter in the envelope, but an orange flower fell out of the envelope and landed on the table.
Ren Yaoqi was stunned and took the flower in his hand to look at it.
Sangzhen was surprised and said, "Huh? Why are there daylilies at this time of year?" Daylilies usually bloom in May and June, and it was already early winter at this time.
Ren Yaoqi remembered that the hot spring villa of the Yanbei Palace was a large greenhouse with many flowers and plants planted in it.
Sang Zhen was very puzzled: "Isn't this a letter from the princess? Why would the princess send you a daylily without writing anything?"
Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but smile when she heard that. She lowered her head and gently stroked the tender petals and said, "Daylily is also known as worry-free grass. It's used to report safety." The person who would report safety in this way must not be Xiao Jinglin. If Xiao Jinglin knew about it, she would only call him "pretentious."
Thinking of how Xiao Jinglin always silently ruined Xiao Jingxi's plans, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
But as she laughed, she couldn't help but sigh again. Xiao Jingxi always knew what she was thinking and always gave her peace of mind when she needed it. She couldn't tell whether she felt more melancholy or joy at this moment.
Thinking of his temptation and exposure that day, Ren Yaoqi still felt a little confused.
She didn't doubt Xiao Jingxi's sincerity, but she sometimes felt uncertain about her future. This uncertainty made her ignore her own future when planning for the future and future of Ren Yaohua and Ren Shimin.
But there are some things that she cannot avoid by not thinking about them. In two years at most, her future should be decided.
And Xiao Jingxi...
Someone like Xiao Jingxi was ultimately too good to be true. An in-law like the Ren family wouldn't offer him any help, but would instead become a stain he'd never be able to shake off.
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