Chapter 17 What to do with the Marquis's tablet
The more Xie Zhili thought about it, the better his mood became. He solemnly ordered Qing Zhui to call someone to change the mattress on the bed, and then asked him to get his own pillow and quilt.
Qing Zhui was puzzled, "Master, why are you taking the pillow?"
Sang Ru's eyes widened. Could it be that the Second Master was going to stay in her wife's room tonight?
Yu Qinghuan washed her hands, thinking of Xie Zhili holding her hand just now, his uncontrollable low breathing and expression, and the heat on her face still lingering.
When she was in the Marquis' Mansion before, she had heard the maids there talking about things between men and women. They all said that men were very different in this aspect and their feelings were also very different.
She stared at the palm of her hand and tried to recall. In this regard, Xie Zhili was indeed better, but he and Xie Zhiwen were actually only a few years apart in age... Could it be because of their youth?
At this moment, Xie Zhili's voice came from behind: "I'm staying here tonight."
She immediately turned her head away and refused: "No."
Xie Zhili was silent for a moment, his eyes fell on her wet hands, his thin lips slightly raised, thinking, she is shy.
"Then you should have a good rest tonight. I will come back in two days."
However, Yu Qinghuan heard other hints in his words. In two days...it wouldn't be just a superficial taste like today.
Thinking of that thing just now, she suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth, which she had never felt before when she was with Xie Zhiwen. She secretly recited the contents of the serious books she had read in the past.
Xie Zhili's behavior over the past two days was clearly an attempt to seduce her. It was fine to just play along, but she couldn't really fall into his trap.
...
Two days passed like this, until her period was over, but Yu Qinghuan still slept until noon.
Just after lunch that day, I heard the sound of piano coming from next door.
Sang Ru couldn't help but ask, "Why did Madam give away such precious zither strings?"
She clearly remembered how happy her wife was when she received the zither strings. She held the strings in her arms every day and was reluctant to use them. But she gave them away so easily that day. Could it be that the young man next door had some extraordinary qualities?
Yu Qinghuan's thoughts drifted away from the music of the zither. "The person is already dead, so why keep the strings?"
If you want to survive, you have to divest yourself of everything you have and not indulge in the warmth and comfort that Xie Zhiwen once brought you.
The most important thing for her now is to deal with Xie Zhili. As for her late husband... let it be left in the past.
Yu Qinghuan added, "Mu Huaian seems to be a person who cherishes his zither. It wouldn't be a waste to give him the strings."
Sang Ru wanted to say something, but when she heard the name uttered by Yu Qinghuan, she immediately connected the young man from that day with the one she had heard in the rumors in the market before. She was suddenly a little surprised, "Madam, is the young man next door Mu Huaian?"
Yu Qinghuan nodded, "Why, you know it?"
She also felt that the name sounded familiar that day, but she couldn't remember who it was.
Seeing her like this, Sang Ru knew that she had truly forgotten and sighed inwardly, "Madam, do you still remember that the Marquis mentioned an old friend who often visited?"
After she reminded him, Yu Qinghuan had some impression of it. "Duke Dingguo Mansion?"
Sang Ru nodded, "I think the young man next door must be the young master of the Dingguo Mansion. He is very good friends with our Marquis."
Yu Qinghuan remembered it all. No wonder it sounded familiar. Xie Zhiwen often mentioned this young Master Mu, who came from a prominent family and was a favored child of heaven, and his tone was full of regret.
This was because this young master should have had a very bright future, but his face was disfigured due to an accident, his official career was cut short, and his engagement was broken off.
At that time, Xie Zhiwen always felt regretful when he mentioned this good friend.
He was a favored child of heaven admired by everyone in the capital, but now he has fallen from grace, how can he not feel regret?
At this moment, Yu Qinghuan finally understood where the melancholy and unwillingness in Mu Huaian's piano music came from, and why the courtyard had so many servants but was not being taken care of.
That half mask covered more than just his ruined appearance.
Yu Qinghuan suddenly thought of herself in her previous life. She thought that her life would be bright and comfortable after she escaped from the wolf's den and married Xie Zhiwen, but she encountered an unexpected change and fell into the tiger's den.
At that time, I had no hope for the future and was heartbroken but unable to move on. This was very similar to Mu Huaian's current state of mind.
"Sang Ru, go get my zither."
Sang Ru was stunned. For a moment she thought she had misheard. The lady actually wanted to play the piano?
The gentle and soft sound of the piano came from the yard, gradually overlapping and blending with the sound of the piano next door, like an invisible hand, quietly soothing the other person's low and negative emotions.
The sound of the piano reached the next yard. Mu Huaian's fingertips trembled, paused for a moment, and then quickly caught up.
The servants in the yard couldn't help but stop and watch. Although they didn't know how to play the zither, it was the first time they heard another kind of zither sound in this yard. The young master looked so lonely in the past, but now it seemed as if he had someone to accompany him.
The servant beside him suddenly had red eyes, turned his back and wiped away his tears quietly.
When the song ended, the ground was covered with fallen leaves. Mu Huaian's trembling fingertips pressed on the strings for a long time. No one had ever been able to keep up with him. He almost instantly thought of Yu Qinghuan, whom he had met once that day.
Xie Zhiwen married a good wife.
...
Only after the music from the next yard stopped did Yu Qinghuan let Sang Ru put away the piano. Feeling a little tired, he immediately got up and went back to the house.
But as soon as she stepped into the house and saw everything inside, her eyes went dark and she almost cursed her father.
There was a small square table in front of the round table at the entrance, on which was placed a memorial tablet and an incense burner. Three incense sticks were inserted in the incense burner, and smoke was curling up.
The name of her late husband Xie Zhiwen is also written on the tablet.
Sang Ruren was stunned and stared at Yu Qinghuan blankly, "Madam, why...why is the Marquis's tablet here?"
Shouldn't the Marquis's tablet be enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Marquis's Mansion? How did it end up in the manor and in his wife's room?
Yu Qinghuan wanted to ask as well, her forehead throbbing, "Go call Mrs. Li."
Soon, Mrs. Li was invited over. She smiled and explained, "Madam, the second master returned to the Marquis's residence the day before yesterday and told the old lady how much you missed the Marquis. I specially brought the Marquis's tablet to the manor to accompany you."
At this moment, Yu Qinghuan just wanted to curse.
What a Xie Zhili! She thought that was just a casual remark that day, but who would have thought that this man was so crazy that he actually brought Xie Zhiwen's tablet from the Marquis' Mansion to her room!
Let Xie Zhiwen stay with me in the manor?
Haha, this madman Xie Zhili probably wants Xie Zhiwen to see it with his own eyes every day.
Yu Qinghuan cursed in her heart: Crazy.
Mrs. Li answered and left quickly.
Inside the room, Sang Ru looked at the tablet on the table and asked cautiously, "Madam, what should we do with the Marquis's tablet?"
You can't really put the tablet in the house to accompany her wife. How can that be unreasonable?
What if the Marquis's ghost really lingered and saw her wife and the Second Master interacting, and came to take her life in the middle of the night...
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