Chapter 206 World Nine (Part 3)
When Wei Mao opened the wooden box, he saw a multi-seeded pomegranate hairpin. The whole body exuded a lustrous luster, with a half-open pomegranate carved on the end and jade in the shape of plump pomegranate seeds underneath. When he shook it gently with his palm, it made a tinkling sound.
Although Wei Mao didn't understand girls' jewelry, he knew that a jade hairpin like this must be extremely exquisite. Wei Mao put the jade hairpin away and placed it in front of the treasure fan.
Bao Shan's snow-white hands moved slightly. She had just tied her hair into a bun when she saw Wei Mao walk in. She said timidly, "Could it be that I was too slow and my husband came to hurry me up?"
Wei Mao shook his head.
Baoshan looked at the wooden box placed before her, and with a slight movement of her fingers, she delicately opened it. Upon seeing the jade hairpin, her eyes suddenly lit up with a glittering light, like a deep, quiet lake, gently rippling with waves.
"What a beautiful hairpin!"
Bao Shan held the multi-seeded pomegranate hairpin in her hand, feeling its warm touch, raised her beautiful eyes and asked, "Did my husband buy this?"
Bao Shan raised her hand and inserted the multi-seeded pomegranate hairpin into her raven-colored hair. The thin snow-blue dress slid down her white jade arms as she moved, and her delicate skin dazzled the eyes.
Wei Mao said in a deep voice, "No. It's a gift from the commander."
Bao Shan's eyebrows twitched slightly. The commander of the Jinyiwei? She had heard Wei Mao mention him several times. Even Wei Mao, a man of few social skills, admired the commander of the Jinyiwei. But although Bao Shan was married to Wei Mao, she had never met the other Jinyiwei, and naturally, she had never met Lu Yuanhui, who commanded so many of them.
What kind of person must he be to make so many cold-hearted people obey his orders and become the sharpest knife for the current emperor?
Baoshan tilted her head to look at Wei Mao, and the multi-seeded pomegranate hairpin inserted diagonally in her hair also swayed.
The pink and white pomegranate seeds collide with each other, making an extremely pleasant sound.
"Has the Commander-in-Chief come too? Where is he sitting?"
Wei Mao said in a dull voice: "He has urgent matters to attend to and will not come today."
Baoshan didn't ask any more questions.
Although the food at Baishanju is delicious, the Jinyiwei guards want to see Wei Mao’s wife more.
But none of them liked to make noise, so when the treasured fan didn't show up, the Jinyiwei waited quietly. His dark eyes would occasionally glance towards the door.
Wei Mao walked out of the house, followed by a woman in a snow-blue dress. His face could not be seen, only her slender figure and waist that could be held in one hand.
Wei Mao shifted his body slightly, revealing the true appearance of the treasure fan behind him.
All I could see was her beautiful face and hair like clouds. Under her dark blue eyebrows were a pair of eyes like autumn water. Her lips were soft and her body was also soft.
Baoshan, wearing a snow-green dress, looks timid, with a delicate look in her eyes and eyebrows.
The Jinyiwei usually performed cruel and ruthless deeds, like extremely cold ice. However, the treasured fan was like a pool of warm spring water, extremely soft.
Bao Shan and Wei Mao standing together looked like delicate flowers and thorns.
Although they look very different, they grow up leaning against each other.
Before he could speak, Baoshan opened her watery eyes and looked at Wei Mao.
Wei Mao clenched his hands hanging by his side, knowing what he should say now to comfort Bao Shan and tell her not to be nervous.
But Wei Mao was tongue-tied and ended up saying nothing. He just stared blankly into Baoshan's eyes.
But just by looking at Wei Mao's black pupils, Bao Shan seemed to be comforted and her heart gradually calmed down.
She opened her soft lips and said to the many Jinyiwei: "I am Wei Mao's wife, Baoshan."
After the clear voice fell, the Jinyiwei were silent for a moment. Then they all looked at Wei Mao, holding the wine from Baishanju in their hands.
They felt an inexplicable bitterness in their hearts. They were all people with blood on their hands, so how could Wei Mao marry a beautiful wife and live such an enviable life?
But the Jinyiwei were unable to utter sarcastic words, so they could only let Wei Mao drink, using Wei Mao's drunken appearance to gain a sense of balance in their hearts.
Bao Shan stood weakly beside them, her beautiful eyes filled with panic, and she said timidly, "You... don't do this..."
The Jinyiwei closest to the treasure fan didn't dare to reach out to stop it, so they could only stand in front of it blankly and said, "We won't hurt Wei Mao."
Wei Mao, who was surrounded by the crowd, also raised his arm to indicate that he was fine.
Seeing this, Baoshan was still worried and went back to the house, looking back every few steps.
Lu Yuan returned to the Lu family. He was so anxious to get news about Master Lu that he rushed over without even changing out of his Feiyu suit. Lu Yuan's eyes were cold and his voice was calm: "Where is my father?"
The messenger hesitated for a long time, and Lu Yuanhui's eyes turned cold. Just as he put his hand on the embroidered spring sword at his waist, the messenger knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Master, please spare me, Master, please spare me."
Lu Yuanhui's expression remained unchanged, and he simply asked, "Is my father at home?"
The servant did not dare to hide it: "The master has gone out of the house to discuss matters and has not been here for the past few days."
Since Mr. Lu has something important to discuss, it is possible that this servant deliberately spread the false information.
Lu Yuanhui never thought about the hidden reasons or excuses behind the lies. He only knew that the boy was bold and presumptuous, so he raised his foot and kicked him to the ground.
The servant fell to the ground, holding his chest and crying in pain. Without waiting for Lu Yuan to ask any more questions, he wanted to tell the whole story.
"Yes, Madam..."
"You don't have to punish him. I asked him to call you back."
Zhang Qingping walked slowly over accompanied by her maid Zhiyi.
She looked at the servant lying on the ground with a painful expression and sighed softly, "Go to the accounting office to get some money and see to your injuries."
The servant didn't dare to move and looked up at Lu Yuanhui.
Although Zhang Qingping was the wife of the mansion, the servant had deceived Lu Yuanhui, a man who could kill anyone in an instant if he wanted to.
The servant had witnessed Lu Yuan returning home covered in blood. At this moment, he secretly regretted why he obeyed Zhang Qingping's words and called Lu Yuan back home in the name of Master Lu.
Zhang Qingping naturally noticed the servant's fear. She turned to look at Lu Yuanhui, her eyes filled with sadness and loneliness. "If you don't speak up, he will die here in pain and won't get up."
Lu Yuan glanced back at Zhang Qingping, a look so clear and cold that Zhang Qingping couldn't tell what he was thinking from his eyes.
"Go ahead."
The servant then staggered to his feet and hurried away.
Zhang Qingping gave a slight gesture, and Zhiyi stepped back a few steps, leaving Zhang Qingping and Lu Yuan their own space.
Zhang Qingping spoke, her voice filled with unconcealed sadness: "If I don't use Mr. Lu's name, will you never see me again?"
Lu Yuan replied calmly: "No."
It was clearly the same face, the Lu Yuan Hui of the past. Although he appeared cold and indifferent, he treated Zhang Qingping with affection. It was this difference from others that made Zhang Qingping unable to forget him.
But now Lu Yuanhui has a calm look on his face, and there is no difference in the way he treats Zhang Qingping and other prisoners in the Northern Pacification Division.
Lu Yuanhui seemed unaware of how hurtful his attitude towards Zhang Qingping was. He opened his thin lips slightly, and every word he said was like a knife.
"My father is here, and you are my stepmother. I will not leave him."
Zhang Qingping's eyes were filled with tears. She had completely forgotten the demeanor of a noble lady. "I don't want to be a stepmother. We clearly promised to be together until we are old. Yuanhui... I should be your wife..."
Lu Yuanhui's heart moved slightly, but his exterior remained stern. He didn't try to coax Zhang Qingping, nor did he angrily rebuke her for her abrupt behavior. Lu Yuanhui simply said, "Since my father has nothing to do with me, I'll go back first."
After saying that, Lu Yuanhui turned around and left.
Zhang Qingping almost fell down, and Zhiyi hurried forward to support her.
Zhang Qingping asked Zhiyi with tears in her eyes, "I know it wasn't him who broke his promise, it was me...
It was me who couldn't resist the pressure from my family and chose to marry Mr. Lu.
But if he really loved me, why didn’t he take me away on the wedding day?
But he just watched me marry his father.
I hate him because he always looks so calm, as if my joy or sorrow can't arouse any emotion in him.
Zhiyi, is it true as mother said, that Lu Yuan only showed me a little affection in return for his love for me..."
Zhiyi's eyes turned red: "Miss..."
——In this matter, there is no right or wrong, it can only be said that fate plays tricks on people. If it weren't for this incident, her daughter might really have married Lu Yuanhui.
At the Northern Pacification Division, the Jinyiwei had already returned from Wei Mao's house. When they saw Lu Yuan coming back, they all called out to him.
"Commander!"
"grown ups!"
Lu Yuanhui smelled the strong odor of alcohol, and seeing that the Jinyiwei's eyes were clear, he couldn't help but ask. The Jinyiwei told him the truth: "This alcohol smell is not from us, it's from Wei Mao."
Lu Yuanhui then remembered that today was the day when Wei Mao and his wife were entertaining guests.
When talking about Wei Mao's wife Baoshan, the Jinyiwei were obviously at a loss for words.
"The treasure fan... is very unusual."
"She is just an ordinary peddler's daughter, but the treasured fan makes her a little different from an ordinary girl."
Lu Yuanhui remained silent and did not take the matter to heart.
Lu Yuanhui returned to his room. When the surroundings fell silent, a trace of loneliness emerged in Lu Yuanhui's heart, like the stinging pain from being injured.
The light and heavy blows came one after another, making him unable to resist.
Lu Yuanhui was not at all upset about Zhang Qingping's wrong marriage. The affection he had for Zhang Qingping over the years was not false.
But when Zhang Qingping chose someone else, Lu Yuanhui accepted it calmly.
Among all the love in the world, there are always one or two that are unattainable.
Lu Yuanhui raised his palm. His fingertips, where he often gripped the Embroidered Spring Blade, were covered in a thin layer of calluses, like the fat that had grown out of thin air over the years. Zhang Qingping's affection for him was this fat. But Zhang Qingping had married his father, Master Lu, and Lu Yuanhui had no intention of stealing someone else's wife, disregarding human ethics.
Even if it was flesh and blood that had become one with his body, he would cut it off forcefully.
It is hard to give up love, but if you are cruel enough, you can give it up.
Lin State gathered a group of talented people, some of whom were good at using poisons and hidden weapons.
These strange men were not charlatans who were trying to deceive people. They had some real skills. They actually evaded the guards of the palace, entered His Majesty's study, and stole a painting of a vast landscape.
His Majesty was furious, not only because he felt sorry for losing the treasure, but also because the huge palace allowed people to come and go freely, which was a loss of face for him as the king.
This time, he stole the vast map of the country. Next time, will he take the head of the emperor?
His Majesty was unwilling to hand this matter over to the three provinces and six ministries, so he summoned Lu Yuanhui. He was now more willing to trust the Jinyiwei.
His Majesty looked at Lu Yuanhui, who was standing below him, and said in a voice full of trust: "You must retrieve the Jiangshan Wanli Map and the thief's body."
Lu Yuanhui replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Lu Yuanhui selected several people from the Jinyiwei to capture the thieves who stole the treasures, and Wei Mao was among them.
When his name was called, Wei Mao was slightly stunned.
Lu Yuanhui called out again, "Wei Mao?"
Wei Mao came back to his senses and said, "I obey your orders."
Wei Mao returned home and explained in a serious tone that he had to go catch thieves in the palace and could not accompany Baoshan to celebrate his birthday.
Hearing this, Bao Shan's eyes immediately turned red. She was born with a soft temper and would never do anything unreasonable.
But she had been looking forward to this birthday party for a long time. She tugged at Wei Mao's sleeve, opened her misty eyes, and softened her voice: "Do you really have to go?"
Wei Mao was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
Bao Shan blinked her eyes gently, her voice trembling: "Husband, please be careful."
After saying this, Baoshan turned around. Wei Mao saw her raising her sleeves and wiping the corners of her eyes, and he thought she must be extremely sad.
His throat was dry, but he finally left home and returned to the Northern Pacification Office.
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