Chapter 11
When the late emperor was alive, the eldest princess, as the apple of his eye, naturally had to marry into the capital, so the late emperor selected five young men from aristocratic families, all of whom were relatives of powerful and noble people, and their looks were among the most handsome and romantic.
But for some reason, the eldest princess at that time did not take a fancy to any of them, and finally chose Zhong Baixie, the eldest son of the Zhong family who had achieved nothing at that time and was the Langzhong of the Ministry of Revenue and Revenue.
At that time, Zhong Baizhe and the emperor were both taught by Grand Tutor Xiao. It was said that Grand Tutor Xiao had three disciples whom he valued very much. The first two were already known, but Yue Qingning had never heard of the third one.
However, Zhong Baizhe, a person who was promoted by the Grand Tutor and was to be entrusted with important tasks, was snatched away by the eldest princess. From then on, his future would never be able to rise to a higher level, and he could only serve as the eldest princess's consort, a sinecure for the rest of his life.
If you count, Zhong Baizhe should be considered Yue Qingning's great-uncle, and his mother and he are distant relatives. Since they are all members of the Zhong family, they naturally became close after arriving in Kyoto.
She had visited this great uncle before. She was about five or six years old at that time, and the great uncle she saw was already over fifty years old.
By now, most of her memories of that time had long been forgotten. She only vaguely remembered that when she saw him, she saw a man who was not particularly handsome, but why did the eldest princess fall in love with him? This question still lingered in her mind.
"When is my uncle's death anniversary?"
When asked this question suddenly, Qingzhu was stunned and thought for a while before replying.
"September 18th is the anniversary of the death of the Prince Consort. There is still a month and a half left. The family has already prepared the offerings, paper offerings, and paper money. Miss, don't worry."
Yue Qingning thought about it and realized that his uncle had passed away ten years ago.
It was raining heavily when he left that year. Her mother picked her up from the bed, dressed her while she was still sleepy, and took her to the Princess's Mansion.
Her only impression of that day was the pitch-black sky and the incessant rain. On the other side of the heavy bead curtains, the eldest princess's crying voice flowed into her heart like a elegy. Yue Qingning only saw her at the last moment when she went out.
Her face without makeup was not very pretty, but her red eyes looking at the rain outside the door still fell into her heart at that moment. She had been called the eldest princess for so many years, and whenever she mentioned her, she would think of that day and the pair of icy red eyes through the rain.
Strangely enough, what was originally someone else's hardship became the trigger for her first enlightenment.
Many years later, when Yue Yue Qingning had grown up and had a vague understanding of the love between men and women, the affection in the eldest princess's eyes burst out again.
With the curiosity to explore that moment, Yue Qingning carefully studied the love poems that he usually stopped reading, and he could not put it down after reading them.
Fortunately, she did not give up. The poems and books she picked up were more thought-provoking than other philosophies of life. Love is long-lasting and lasts through life and death. Even though she has known many kinds of disappointments and rejections in this world, the word love still remains in her heart, making her unwilling to give up even though she knows that love cannot last forever.
Yue Qingning hoped to meet a husband who was understanding and considerate. It would be best if they respected each other and he understood what she wanted. However, she was also familiar with the stories told by others in books and poems, which gave her a clear view of the matter.
In her opinion, the chance of meeting the right person is only one in ten, and as a girl, she can only take a gamble. It would be better if she has a lover, but if not, there is nothing she can do.
Although her two lives seemed quite long, she actually hadn't met many people. This was the case for the daughters in the deep house. They might only meet two or three people in their lifetime, and among these two or three, there happened to be one person who was not the right one and she would remember him deeply.
Seeing Qingzhu putting out more plates one after another, Yue Qingning pretended not to care and asked.
"Queming is at home?"
Placing a tray of refreshments closer to her, Qingzhu sighed.
"He's a good-for-nothing! He must have caught a cold after going in the water yesterday. This morning, when my wife went to get him in the car, she found him with a high fever and unable to get up. He's lying in his room now!"
Upon hearing this, Yue Qingning was stunned. She couldn't taste anything in the Poria cocos cake she was biting, and she didn't even notice it when she was twisting it with her fingertips.
Que Ming is sick! And it's because of her...
She didn't expect that her feelings would be so complicated. She felt that God was watching over him and hoped that he would die of the illness, but she was also worried about the absurdity of this illness.
But this was clearly his fault! If he hadn't insisted on getting close to the prince, she wouldn't have asked him to get involved!
Thinking that she seemed to have found some excuse for herself, my heart was pounding.
"Is he seriously ill?"
Qingzhu didn't care much about him, so naturally she didn't know the severity of his condition.
Although Que Ming has a good appearance, he can't get along with anyone. His gloomy and cold look all day long makes his good looks look unpopular! She doesn't want to care about such troubles!
Seeing Qingzhu shaking her head, Yue Qingning began to feel nervous again.
All the memories before she came back were still clear in her mind. He was the evil ghost who had caused her death.
If he hadn't harbored a grudge, why would he have gone to the Crown Prince's side? He knew full well that the Yue family had always been at odds with the Crown Prince's faction. He used the Crown Prince to gain access to the government and began targeting the Yue family at every turn, even going so far as to demand her death! He was so cruel, so hateful towards her, that he left her no chance of survival.
Thinking of this, her compassion suddenly disappeared completely.
"Go get some medicine! Help Queming get rid of this cold."
The words seemed to send chills down from her bones. Qingzhu looked at the young lady in surprise. She lowered her head and wrote two words on the paper: [Cinnabar]
"By the way...buy me some of this too. I'm running out of gold thread clay seals, so I need to make some more."
Qingzhu took the paper with some surprise, looked at the young lady's unpredictable face and responded.
There are actually quite a few red seal inks left. Besides, the young lady has always said that this kind of thing is troublesome to make and should be handed over to professionals. She never makes inks herself, so why did she become so interested this time?
Qingzhu walked out of the room, and her hand, which was distracting her attention on the paper, stopped.
She stopped and looked, and saw that the words "ruthless" were all written under her pen, overlapping one another, and the black parts even penetrated the back of the paper.
Don't blame her for being cruel, he was the one who showed no mercy first.
Qingzhu went out to do some work, and only a few maids were left in the yard to clean it. She didn't like noise, so the yard was always deserted and quiet.
After a while, the maids finished their work and left, and the air became even quieter.
The summer heat seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the tangled and stuffy air was entangled together, making her heart beat heavier as she looked at the heat waves rising in the yard.
Her heart pounded, as if reminding her of how vicious what she was about to do was.
Yue Qingning leaned on the windowsill, trying to relieve the feeling of emptiness in her heart, but her heart in her arms did not listen to her, getting heavier and heavier, and was about to fall out of her body.
It’s really hot... waves of heat hit my head one after another.
The sound of the curtain being lifted startled her. Someone suddenly appeared at the door. Yue Qingning subconsciously turned around. It turned out that it was the servant of the house who brought in ice and piled it in a large bowl in the middle of the room.
Watching them pile up the ice into small hills, water stains flowed down the white ice, as if leaving marks on her back.
Finally, Yue Qingning couldn't bear this torture any longer, so he jumped up and walked out of the room quickly.
She walked out of the house but didn't know where to go. She heard someone comforting her in her head.
"Just checking to see if he's dying. Maybe you don't have to do it yourself."
That's right, maybe there's no need to do anything. Maybe it's retribution for him, or maybe even God couldn't stand it and wanted him to die.
However, all these hopes disappeared as she opened the door.
The person on the bed had a flushed face and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
The gloomy and cold room did not cool him down much. Although he was obviously very ill, he did not look uncomfortable with his eyes closed. Instead, he had a peaceful look on his face, a smile on his face.
Seeing the eldest lady suddenly come in like this, the backyard housekeeper Old Sun, who was sitting at the head of his bed and wiping his sweat, immediately stood up.
"Miss!"
Yue Qingning came back to his senses in a daze and walked forward.
"Uncle Sun! I heard Que Ming is sick. He might have caught a cold from going out with me that day. I wonder how he is doing now?"
Seeing that she was about to go forward to take a look, Lao Sun quickly stopped her.
"Young lady, be careful! What if you get sick again? This kid is weak, so he caught a cold easily. It's not your fault. Master has already ordered some medicine for him. He drank the morning dose and is sweating now! He will wake up soon."
When Yue Qingning heard that it was his father who asked someone to buy medicine for him, he was stunned.
How could my father know such a trivial matter as a servant being sick? Besides, his carriages and horses were all taken care of by someone, and he had no chance to meet Que Ming. My father should not even have heard anyone mention him, unless someone said that his illness was caused by her.
"How did father know about Queming's illness?"
When she asked this, Old Sun paused.
The master instructed that he must not tell anyone about his care for Que Ming, not even his family members, but now he had to answer the young lady's question.
But he was an old man after all, and the explanation came to him when he lowered his eyes and looked up again.
"The master was in a hurry to go out this morning, so he came here to look after the trailer himself. We casually mentioned that Que Ming was sick, and the master said to get some medicine to see if it would spread. The cold in Kyoto has been quite severe recently!"
"Yeah……"
My father is considerate of his servants, so there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this.
However, seeing his flushed face, his beautiful face was made even more gorgeous by the red, as if a red flower would disappear in an instant. Yue Qingning felt even more suffocated in her heart.
It was easy to harm me back then! I didn't expect it to be so difficult when I was asked to do it again...
I think people who are heartless and vicious can do evil things more easily. This discomfort is precisely because she is different from him.
Yue Qingning glanced at him again, "Uncle Sun, when will his evening medicine be ready?"
Old Sun was surprised but didn't dare to ask more questions, so he replied.
"The next bowl should be eaten after dinner, around 4 p.m."
"Okay... Uncle Sun, you go ahead and do your work! I'll come back this afternoon."
As she spoke, she floated away like a wandering soul. Old Sun followed her, his eyes following her out of the yard, becoming increasingly confused.
This young lady had never cared so much about Que Ming before, why did she become so wrong today?
He turned back into the room. The person lying on the bed was very quiet. He didn't even know that the eldest lady was sleeping soundly.
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