"Seeing this scene, don't you feel a little heartbroken?" Chu Yuan whispered to Yan Ling beside her.
The antelope nodded, then shook its head.
“I might have felt sorry for myself before, but now I feel more sorry for my husband.” After saying that, he turned around and said, “Let’s go, we seem rather superfluous here.”
Chu Yuan shrugged.
Return via the same route.
Emerging from the palace, Yan Ling grasped Chu Yuan's hand, "What should we do now? Should we take you home or...?"
Chu Yuan's face was full of smiles, which made Yan Ling feel uneasy. She pursed her lips and asked, "Why the expression?"
Do you want me to go home, or do you want to go out with me?
She and Yanling were deeply in love, so of course they were very affectionate.
Just as Yanling was about to answer, a person walked out of the palace gate, his face expressionless, with the integrity of pine and bamboo.
It is Zhang Zhe.
I don't know where he was delayed after separating from Jiang Xuening, but he was even slower to come out than the others.
Yan Ling stared intently for a few moments, and the more she looked, the more she felt that Zhang Zhe's icy face and emotionless demeanor were utterly unappealing. She couldn't understand what Ning Ning liked about him.
It's not jealousy, it's just that we have different values and can't work together.
So he pulled Chu Yuan away, saying, "A Yue, let's go. Although I really want to be with you all the time and wish I could marry you right now, your parents will definitely scold you if we go back too late. So I'll take you home first, and we can go out and play another day."
Chu Yuan had no objection and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something that needed to be done as soon as possible.
So he stopped and grabbed Yanling's hand. "Yanling, I have a few words to say to Lord Zhang. Why don't you wait for me for a moment?"
"Huh?" Yan Ling was incredulous. How did A Yue know Zhang Zhe?
I've never heard of them having any connection before.
Chu Yuan didn't want Yan Ling to misunderstand, so she told her about the previous incident involving Yao Xi and Zhang Zhe's marriage proposal.
After listening, Yan Ling lowered her head and kicked the air. "You also think Zhang Zhe is upright and fair, and a good official, right?"
That's a bit sarcastic.
Chu Yuan smiled and lifted his chin. "Yes, Lord Zhang is a good official, but what does that have to do with me? I just prefer bright and flamboyant young men, especially those who are good-looking and don't follow the rules or obey orders."
That's practically saying "I like antelopes" outright.
The latter's ears turned red, and he looked up, all his random thoughts gone. He grinned and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
Chu Yuan smiled.
She lifted her foot and walked to the left. Zhang Zhe must have seen through her intention, because he slowly stopped walking.
"Lord Zhang," Chu Yuan called out.
The latter nodded politely, and to avoid suspicion, did not get too close to Chu Yuan, staying only about two zhang in front of her.
Chu Yuan's purpose was simple: to remind Zhang Zhe to pay attention to his mother's health. A righteous and pioneering man like Zhang Zhe should not have any regrets about his family. Moreover, Jiang Xue Ning did not choose Zhang Zhe in either of her two lives because she could not let go of the death of Zhang's mother.
Chu Yuan wanted to see who would ultimately win if this incident hadn't become a barrier between them.
Is it Zhang Zhe, who was already in Jiang Xue Ning's heart, or Xie Wei, with whom she shared hardships and developed feelings over time?
"I have a few words to say, which may seem abrupt to Lord Zhang, but I have thought about them carefully and have to say them. I hope that Lord Zhang will take them to heart and put them into practice, so that we may avoid a disaster."
Zhang Zhe paused, "When did Miss You Yue become skilled in divination?"
Perhaps feeling that such a question was impolite, he cupped his hands in clasps and added, "I apologize, I did not mean to mock you, young lady. It's just that I grew up reading the classics, and Confucius said, 'I do not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.' I will pretend I have never heard of what you said."
"No way!" Chu Yuan suddenly raised her voice, very forcefully, "Zhang Zhe, I know you don't have many people at home, and you don't like crowds or socializing, but people get old and sick. Madam Zhang worked hard in her early years, does she really have no chronic illnesses now?"
What I'm trying to say is that you should hire a few more people to help the old lady with her household chores and take care of her as well.
Even if Lord Zhang is only a seventh-rank official in the Ministry of Justice, surely his monthly salary is enough to support several servants?
In addition, Doctor Liu at Liulin Pharmacy is quite skilled. If you have time, Lord Zhang should take Madam Zhang there for a checkup.
That's all I have to say. As for whether Lord Zhang will take it to heart, that's none of your concern.
People often become more stubborn in their thinking the more books they read.
Chu Yuan couldn't guarantee that Zhang Zhe would take her words to heart and prevent Zhang's mother from dying from a sudden illness, but she had already saved Yan Ling and given Xie Wei the medicine to treat his dissociative identity disorder. As for Zhang Zhe, even with her obsessive-compulsive disorder, she couldn't allow herself to miss him.
But that's all there is to it. The outcome depends not on her, but on Zhang Zhe himself.
Back beside Yan Ling, Chu Yuan got into the carriage and said, "Get in, let's go."
Yan Ling blinked, seemingly surprised that she had returned so quickly.
She said she would say a few words to Zhang Zhe, and she really only said "a few words." Thinking of this, Yan Ling felt inexplicably happy. She glanced at Lord Zhang, who was still standing there in a daze, took a long stride, and lifted the curtain of the carriage with a smile. "Okay, I'm here."
The young man, brimming with youthful energy, boarded the carriage. Seeing Chu Yuan sitting in the innermost seat, as radiant as a lotus and as charming as a peach blossom in March, he subconsciously licked his lips, his mouth watering.
With this thought in mind, Yan Ling suddenly became reserved. She sat down on the edge of a soft couch, her long eyelashes drooping slightly. Despite her usually carefree nature, she suddenly became gentle and reserved.
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