84. Servant
"Please, Madam Yun, take me into your mansion as a servant."
Yun Zhihe was stunned, obviously unable to react.
Her voice was filled with confusion.
“What… are you talking about…?”
Wen Yanhe lowered his eyes, a peaceful smile appeared on his face again, and he repeated the sentence softly in a low voice.
"Please, Madam Yun, accept me into your mansion as a servant to your husband."
His voice was clear, light, stubborn and calm.
"wrong……"
Yun Zhihe frowned, seemingly unsure of what to say. He took a step forward and pulled him up, his voice hoarse, "What on earth are you doing...?"
Wen Yanhe brushed off the dust on her body with a generous and gentle movement. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, not looking at Yun Zhihe.
"I said, I want the gift of serving my husband."
"Please Madam Yun, give it."
Yun Zhihe took a sudden step forward and looked straight into Wen Yanhe's lowered eyes.
“…I shouldn’t have.”
She asked Wen Yanhe to look directly at her.
Only then did I see that Wen Yanhe's eyes were red and hazy, as if filled with tears.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
There was a hint of inexplicable absurdity and a hint of anger in her voice.
Wen Yanhe didn't answer, nor did he look at her. His eyelashes trembled, and a dark shadow fluttered down his face.
“…Wen Yanhe!”
Yun Zhihe raised his voice and pressed down on his shoulders with great force, causing Wen Yanhe to groan.
She forced Wen Yanhe to look into her eyes.
Wen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, then looked up into Yun Zhihe's eyes.
Clear, yet filled with a fire.
"Do you know who you are?"
"You are Wen Yanhe, the only son of the Wen family."
"You are renowned and talented. At a young age, you are the first male official of the Ling Dynasty. Your name will go down in history. You are the son of a prominent family and have been immersed in the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood..."
"You have been very intelligent since childhood, comparable to girls and unmatched among the male students."
"Prime Minister Wen took pity on your intelligence and sent you to a girls' school to learn from the ladies... Everyone in the world knows your name, Young Master Wen."
She spoke rapidly, and the series of words forced Wen Yanhe to be unable to interrupt.
"You have become an unprecedented male official on your own initiative, and you and your wife stand together at the imperial court."
"Do you know that your name will be written in history books for future men to worship?!"
"Do you know what you're talking about?!"
Her voice grew louder, filled with inexplicable bewilderment and helplessness, as well as hatred for someone who had failed to live up to his expectations.
"If you had asked to be the principal husband, I wouldn't have been so angry, but you said... the maid husband?"
"All your years of studying, all your knowledge, all your achievements, are just for you to ask to be a plaything for your husband?!"
"Don't you know that a maidservant is not worthy of public appearance?! Don't you know that a maidservant is just a toy for his wife to play with and show off?! Don't you know how lowly a maidservant is?! Have you forgotten your name, forgotten how you planned and strategized, forgotten how you submitted memorials to the throne room to benefit the people?!"
Yun Zhihe's strength in his hands grew stronger and stronger.
Wen Yanhe burst into tears, his handsome face was full of tears, and he almost couldn't sob. He pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty, and looked at Yun Zhihe with a smile.
His eyes were filled with misty tears.
His voice was hoarse and choked, almost as if the words were forced out.
It was difficult, but he spit out each word one by one.
"I can give birth to a daughter and raise children for you..."
"I can also stay at home to take care of my wife and children. I can just stay by your side. I love you as much as anyone else."
"I am...willing..."
But even with a smile on his face, he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes, and his voice became increasingly hoarse.
"But I really... am willing."
Sobbing soundly.
Before he could finish, Yun Zhihe pinched his shoulders, with extremely fierce anger in his eyes and a hoarse growl in his voice.
"No woman is worth this!"
She looked straight at Wen Yanhe's eyes, which were red from crying. Her voice was rarely filled with anger. She was almost shaking with anger and breathing rapidly.
After a long time, Yun Zhihe looked at Wen Yanhe crying silently, lowered his eyes weakly, and repeated it in a hoarse voice.
"There is no woman in the world...who is worth this."
She was silent for a while before speaking, her voice hoarse, and Wen Yanhe's tears wet her palms.
"If you forget, I'll tell you."
"You are Young Master Wen, a man of extraordinary talent, capable of composing a poem in three steps. You are a genius beyond compare."
"He is a role model for men all over the world. He is free, unrestrained, carefree, and has a clear and youthful spirit..."
"I still remember you smiling and saying to me, 'I don't want to get married.' You must have been looking for something the men in the harem didn't have. The throne room you're standing on, apart from Your Majesty, there's no other man like you in the world who could stand there."
"Young Master Wen loves to tease others, and he's always right. He's so clever that the court officials bow down to him. No one can get the better of him."
"Young Master Wen loves to eat candy. When he had a toothache from eating too much, he asked me to hide it from Prime Minister Wen. He also loves to crawl through dog holes. If he can't get through, he thinks he's gained weight. He squats by the dog hole and sulks, and can be angry all day long."
She reached out and tucked Wen Yanhe's tear-soaked hair behind her ears, then closed her eyes as if powerless.
The voice is soft.
"Young Master Wen loves to laugh. He always smiles like a fox. When he laughs, the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and the rising sun in the world are all crushed in his eyes."
Yun Zhihe opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yanhe's dazed expression, his eyes red and tears welled up.
"But he shouldn't be like this."
Her voice was a little shaky.
Reaching out to wipe away the tears from Wen Yanhe's eyes, "Young Master Wen shouldn't be like this..."
"I shouldn't be confined to a small backyard, living my life at the mercy of my wife."
The sound landed softly.
"Woo—Yun Zhihe—"
Wen Yanhe finally couldn't hold back her tears anymore and burst into tears.
He suddenly hugged Yun Zhihe, buried his head in his neck, and almost cried loudly, sobbing.
"Yun Zhihe—but I, uh, what should I do?"
"I don't want to be a servant, but... but if I don't become a servant, I'll never have another chance."
“Aaaaaah… Haaaah… What, what should I do…”
"I beg you, love me a little... I beg you..."
"Why, don't you love me...why..."
He cannot be a legal husband.
He had been clearly rejected before and no longer had the face to appear by her side.
The matter of the Second Prince has caused a lot of uproar, and people are probably just waiting for an imperial decree to allow the two to get married.
...He will have no chance.
If he didn't serve her, he wouldn't even be qualified to look at her again.
She will hold others, she will love others.
He pretended to be a friend, hiding the most despicable and dark thoughts, smiling in front of her, and then the pain and tangled love in his heart spread, struggling and almost suffocating him.
A man was slowly decaying in an unknown corner, painfully and obsessively chasing her figure.
That's what love is.
To get her, anything is possible.
Even if Young Master Wen clipped his own wings, gave up everything, and spent his whole life in the backyard as a well-behaved and obedient servant, living the life of a pampered bird in a cage.
Whether it is the pity of playing with toys, or the satisfaction of □□.
As long as she had him by her side, she would be happy.
As long as she could hold him.
Wen Yanhe burst into tears.
Just asking over and over again.
"What should I do... What should I do..."
The pain of having one's heart ripped out is just like this, wearing away the heart and crushing it like it's been broken.
Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and reached out to gently stroke his back to soothe him.
Then Wen Yanhe fainted.
As his desperate cries and extreme excitement faded away, he fainted instantly and collapsed powerlessly in Yun Zhihe's arms.
Yun Zhihe lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yanhe's pale, sleeping face. He paused and stroked the corners of his tear-red eyes with his fingertips.
Whispering softly.
"Wen Yanhe...you are crazy."
Yun Zhihe said this as if he was taking advantage of the fact that he was unconscious and couldn't hear anything.
The corners of her eyes were filled with soft ripples and the hazy, bright moonlight, almost as if she was murmuring to herself.
"You're crazy."
He stood up again and walked out.
“…They’re all crazy.”
Leaving behind such a sentence, it dissipated in the wind.
…
Yun Zhihe took a long leave.
Her avoidance of court attendance was to let the court officials who wanted His Majesty to grant a marriage between Yun Zhihe and the Second Prince know that she could not marry him.
She has been staying indoors these days and no one who comes is allowed to come.
Cui Mingyu, Wen Yanhe, Xuanyuan He, Qin Duan...
Qingzhu was never found, and no one knew where he had gone. Uncle Wang cried all day long.
Yun Zhihe has been living a depressed life these days. He only wears a thin white coat and holds a white chess piece in his hand, which is almost the same color as his hand. He plays chess with himself and does not say a word all day long.
Azhi looked at Yun Zhihe.
She just felt that her young lady was acting very strangely these days.
Ever since Wen Yanhe...that's not right.
It didn't start that day.
When is it?
Ah Zhi suddenly realized, she paused, thinking, it was that day -
After the young lady asked her to investigate the matter of General Lou and got some results, she asked her to investigate the matter of the Shen family.
It was the Shen family who was so daring that they were accused of assassinating the previous emperor and had their entire clan executed.
And... the Shen family that killed Yun's father and mother.
When did the lady see the information?
Azhi blinked and lowered his eyes in thought.
It seemed to be the day before Master Wen came.
But since Master Wen came, the young lady seemed to have become decadent.
Azhi poured her a cup of tea and tried to please her carefully.
"Oh, Miss... You said the Second Prince forcefully kissed you, but we shouldn't do that. Just stay indoors."
She mumbled.
"She closed the door and distanced herself from the matter, acting like a scumbag who wouldn't recognize anyone."
Yun Zhihe paused and looked up at her.
For some reason, she had been eating less these days, and her complexion was particularly pale, with tiny rays of sunlight shining through the tip of her nose, making it look particularly white.
She lowered her eyes, was in a trance for a moment, and muttered something.
"...Second Prince?"
He shook his head again.
“…It’s not him.”
"ah?"
Azhi was a little confused. Was it because the second prince stayed indoors, or because of someone else?
Yun Zhihe placed the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard. A particularly urgent battle between black and white took place. The two sides were evenly matched, but murderous intent was hidden. If either side took a wrong step, they would be wiped out.
She raised her eyes to look at Azhi and asked.
"What is love?"
Ah Zhi paused, "Miss... why are you asking me? I'm just a rough guy, how can I understand the love affairs of a young man?"
He muttered this, but his face turned red.
Yun Zhihe was silent for a moment, said "hmm" and asked her to leave, fiddling with the chessboard in his hands.
For a moment, the courtyard was very quiet. The peach blossoms fell and landed on her fingertips, which was particularly beautiful.
Suddenly, there was a sound of rapid breathing.
Yun Zhihe paused and looked up.
She saw a hand clinging to the wall, and slowly, a dark head appeared on the wall.
"Varied……"
Yun Zhihe was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, the head behind the wall suddenly jumped up and turned into a young man with a clear and bright face.
She saw Su Zheng's face. The boy's clear and handsome face smiled, revealing his white teeth, and his messy hair fluttered in the wind.
He spoke.
"Sister Yun! Long time no see."
"……Why?"
Before Yun Zhihe could react, Su Zheng crawled over with difficulty, closed his eyes and was about to jump down. Yun Zhihe hurried forward to hug him.
In just a moment, his arms sank and he embraced the boy's thin body.
Su Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, blushed, and reluctantly got out of her arms.
"Yun, Sister Yun... You stayed indoors, and I told the guards, but they wouldn't let me in. I had no choice but to resort to this last resort, climbing over the wall..."
Yun Zhihe nodded and asked him, "What's the matter?"
Su Zheng's face flushed red. He looked up at her and reached out to hold her hand.
“Zhengzheng…Zhengzheng…”
He lowered his eyes, his lips red and wet from biting himself.
"Happy...sister."
Su Zheng smiled again to hide his panic, his ears reddening, "I've been in love with you for a long time. Recently, there were rumors that you might be getting married, so I came here..."
"My...mother passed away. Even if my sister allowed me to get married, but..." He lowered his eyes, "but I still want to observe mourning for three years."
"I haven't been able to marry Sister Yun for the past three years... After the mourning period, I'm afraid he'll be an old man."
Su Zheng pursed his lips.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yun Zhihe pleadingly. The boy was very handsome, with a slightly red cheek.
"So, Zheng Zheng doesn't ask for the position of legal husband, I only ask Sister Yun to marry me after three years."
"Take me... as your servant."
The author has something to say:
Code until you lose consciousness
Mr. He was so angry because she regarded Xiao Wen as a good friend. Her good friend wanted to give up a bright career for love. Do you think she was angry or not? She was almost angry to death, even though her good friend wanted to give up his career for her hhhhhh
I'm about to start torturing His Majesty a little bit. It's almost time to get to the plot point where the copywriter asks for permission to go to the border.
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