"So, what's in the study?"
The servants controlled the insane Shen Zibo. Shen Yuanshuo glanced at the closed door in the front yard, his eyes darkening.
The noise in front of the yard was so loud, he didn't believe that his father couldn't hear it.
So what could be the reason why he couldn't show up?
On the way back, Lu Zhi asked Shen Yuanshuo in a low voice. She was quite curious.
Chen Yuanshuo glanced around and curled his lips: "Let's talk about it when we get back. Can I have dinner with you?"
Although he asked this, he turned around and waved to the waiter to go to the kitchen to pass on the order. It seems that Ah Zhi was called away as soon as he left.
Lu Zhi shook her head. She had been called over by Master Shen and had been so busy that she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. Now she felt a little dry in the mouth.
She lowered her eyes to look at the medicine bag in her hand. Shen Yuanshuo followed her gaze and took it without saying a word.
Lu Zhi reached out to grab it subconsciously, but he firmly held her fingers together.
...
...
The cold fingertips were warmed by the warm palms. The plum blossoms in the small garden in the distance were blooming vigorously, and the red plum blossoms dotted the lonely winter.
After returning to the courtyard, Lu Zhi had just washed his hands when the dinner was placed on the table.
They ate a lot of snacks in the carriage, and for dinner they only had a small amount before ordering the servants to clear the carriage.
There were Shen Yuanshuo's men around the courtyard, so the two of them didn't have to worry too much when talking in private.
Lu Zhi lay on her side on the couch. The charcoal in the room was burning brightly. She took off her rabbit fur coat and changed into an autumn skirt.
Because of the angle and posture, the straight clavicle protrudes under the slender and white neck, and then downwards...
Shen Yuanshuo, who had changed into comfortable clothes and came back, took a casual glance. His eyes, which had been motionless for thousands of years, shrank, and he looked away in a panic, looking up at the burning candlesticks on the table and the plum branches in the vase.
Lu Zhi's cheeks flushed with heat, her bright eyes were filled with mist, and her cat-like pupils looked at him when she heard the voice.
"What are you standing there for? Come here." Seeing Shen Yuanshuo standing there in a daze, Lu Zhi raised his hand and called him.
Somehow, she could see some discomfort and shyness on Shen Yuanshuo's face...? She must be dazzled.
"Cough," Chen Yuanshuo put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual expression, but sat a few inches away from Lu Zhi.
Fortunately, Lu Zhi, who was immersed in her own world, didn't notice anything wrong. She hesitated for a few seconds and pointed to the medicine bag beside her: "Wukui Poison."
The medicine packages were tied into several bundles next to the vase. Under the candlelight, the edges of the oil paper glowed. They were both poison and antidote.
Shen Yuanshuo glanced at it casually, and it was obvious that he had known it for a long time.
"Dad told me to supervise you taking one dose every day," Lu Zhi leaned closer to Chen Yuanshuo, "Did Dad and Mom already know that your elder brother and you were poisoned? Can we go and ask him and find out anything?"
Pain mixed with sweetness, Chen Yuanshuo's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Dad knew it when I was eight years old, but Mom...she only found out recently."
The reason why Mrs. Shen knew about this was because of what he said that day. He never regretted saying that. Since he was a child, because his elder brother was much stronger than him, Mrs. Shen had always been partial to him.
She prefers her elder brother and never cares about his affairs.
It was precisely because of this indifference that he had the opportunity to marry Azhi.
The second young lady of the Lu family and the second young master of the Shen family are a perfect match. However, with the eldest son and daughter being thoughtful and sweet-talking, they naturally cannot please their mother.
Chen Yuanying and Lu Yue were made for each other, so they were naturally made for each other. No one was more worthy of Ah Zhi than him.
Since she doesn't love him, why should he care about her feelings.
The coldness of kneeling in the ancestral hall as punishment, the swelling, pain and bleeding from the family discipline and the ruler, his mother's disregard and indifference... he remembered everything clearly.
In other words, if the eldest brother hadn't died, would Mrs. Shen think of her youngest son...
In the womb, Shen Yuanshuo could not defeat Shen Yuanying. On the day he was born, his cries were as weak as a cat's, and he was predicted to not live past the age of fifteen.
But he still safely passed his twenties, lived to adulthood and got married.
Motherly love, I didn’t have it before.
Now he no longer desires the worthless things that are within his reach.
"I'll have to ask Dad about this," Lu Zhi said, playing with the silk ribbon in his hand. "By the way, what did you see in the study?"
Speaking of this, Shen Yuanshuo paused: "I saw... a painting, and a letter from my father——"
An hour ago, in the study.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuanshuo turned around and looked at Madam Shen solemnly: “Who is in the painting?”
The scroll hanging on the wall is inconspicuous. Behind rows of bookcases, it is almost completely blocked with only a corner showing.
If he hadn't had doubts in his heart and squeezed into the narrow gap to hook it down, no one would have noticed it.
Unfolding the scroll and feeling the paper with his fingertips, Shen Yuanshuo pursed his lips, knowing that this painting had existed for a long time, and the edges of the paper were tinged with yellow.
The ink in the painting depicts a man.
His eyes were sinister, and murderous aura overflowed from the scroll and solidified into substance.
The man had a devilishly handsome appearance, with a light red mole at the corner of his eye. His raised red lips were extremely evil and charming, and Shen Yuanshuo felt disgusted the first time he saw the man.
The double disgust, both physical and psychological, came so inexplicably that he was stunned.
Squinting his eyes and taking another closer look, Shen Yuanshuo suddenly realized that the eyebrows and eyes of the three Shen family members, father and son, were somewhat similar to those of the man.
Could it be the ancestor of the Shen family?
Hearing Shen Yuanshuo's questions and murmuring doubts, Mrs. Shen squeezed the handkerchief in her hand tightly and then loosened it, and only murmured, "Maybe."
Shen Yuanshuo put down the scroll and hung it back up intact.
His straight black eyes were filled with unfathomable meanings. Mrs. Shen seemed to be hiding something from him and did not dare to look him in the eye, fearing that this son, who had not been close to her since childhood, would see what she was thinking.
Shen Yuanshuo quickly looked away, and Mrs. Shen was relieved, but also in a state of entanglement and struggle. She hoped that Shen Yuanshuo would notice, but she also didn't want him to notice.
He didn't kiss her in the first place. If he knew..., he would hate her and the master even more, and it's not impossible that he would even want to kill them.
Mrs. Shen on the other side was deeply mired in a swamp of entanglement and resentment. Shen Yuanshuo had no intention of interrogating her and continued to search the study.
Soon, a bunch of discarded paper balls next to Mr. Shen's desk caught Shen Yuanshuo's attention.
He reached out and picked one up from the table, smoothed out the wrinkled footer, and the inky words caught his eye.
Shen Yuanshuo frowned when he saw the unrestrained cursive writing.
Everyone in the mansion knew that his father hated wild cursive writing the most and liked the smooth and flowing regular script the most.
Shen Yuanshuo didn't even have time to see the words on the paper clearly before he hurriedly smoothed out the other crumpled white papers.
Cursive script!
Still cursive!
Mr. Shen wrote the cursive script he hated the most? !
In a daze, Shen Yuanshuo's lowered hand accidentally touched the documents placed on the corner of the table, and the top book fell to the ground.
He squatted down to pick it up, and saw the neat regular script written on the paper, and countless dark thoughts flashed through his mind.
"A Shuo," Mrs. Shen, who was always silent, spoke up, "Go back. I think Lu Zhi just left the front yard. Maybe you can meet him now."
Shen Yuanshuo responded in a low voice, but did not put the note back. Instead, he hid it in his wide sleeve and secretly took it out.
Madam Shen chose this moment to call him... Shen Yuanshuo felt that he had to go to the study room at night when the moon was dark and windy.
Watching his departing back, Mrs. Shen held her handkerchief to her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned and glanced at an inconspicuous little mechanism under the desk. Her eyes gradually became blurred and she murmured, "What should I... do..."
She has already lost her most beloved child, is she going to lose her beloved husband too?
If she had to choose, would she give up Shen Yuanshuo?
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