Chapter 43: Escape from Marriage White Moonlight 20 After Pan Yunli's death, my mother finally...
Pan Yuan has been having a headache recently.
For some reason, the business in the shop became worse day by day, and there were often troublemakers coming to make trouble, saying that they had worn his clothes and had broken out in rashes, and were rolling on the ground in pain.
The door was crowded with people making trouble and watching the fun. Pan Yuan finally squeezed in, and his hat fell off and was stepped on by the crowd.
The shopkeeper sent the troublemaker away with kind words, then turned and went upstairs to reply to Pan Yuan.
"What's going on these days?" Pan Yuan slammed the table and yelled, "There's not a single day of peace!"
The shopkeeper stood aside, his neck hunched. "I ordered the shopkeepers to check all the returned fabrics. They were indeed sold from us. But you know, sir, we have been making Pan's fabrics for so many years, there is absolutely no way there is anything wrong with the fabrics."
Pan Yuan slammed the table a few more times: "Then tell me why so many people have been causing trouble recently!"
The shopkeeper observed his expression and said, "Maybe he's offended someone?"
Pan Yuan's face froze, and the first person he thought of was the Liu family.
The Liu family has always been jealous of him. First there was the issue of their children's marriage, and then there was the issue of the Lu family's shop. Now they hate him, and it is not impossible that they are doing bad things behind his back.
What a despicable villain he is! I was wrong about him back then!
"Send someone to investigate these troublemakers and see if they are related to the Liu family."
After explaining all this, the anger on Pan Yuan's face gradually disappeared. He had been immersed in the business world for many years and had seen all kinds of dirty tricks. If they found out that it was the Liu family who did it, then don't blame him for not remembering their past friendship.
The shopkeeper responded and left. After a while, another servant came to report that the young master of the Lu family had sent someone to deliver a letter.
"A letter from Lu Jingming?"
Pan Yuan opened the letter quickly. The letter said that a torn wedding dress and some household items for his daughter were found at the bottom of a cliff near Shangxi County. He asked the girl to go to the government office to identify them and see if they were the ones that Miss Nine had brought with her when she got married.
Pan Yuan scoffed and tossed the letter aside. He didn't have time to play house with this young man right now. "Give this letter to my wife and let her make the arrangements."
Ni Jin, who was preparing for his daughter's marriage at home, naturally had no time to care about it, but he couldn't ignore it.
She thought about it and found two capable maids to accompany Su Rou to the government office.
"Remember, take good care of this person. You have to watch what he should and shouldn't say outside. Don't embarrass the family, or you will suffer the consequences."
The maids took the order and took Su Rou to the carriage the next day. They arrived at the government office.
After the car stopped, a frail woman got out. Her skin was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, her eyes were dull, and she looked abnormal.
Two maids supported her on both sides, but they were actually very strong because they were worried that she would suddenly fall ill.
Ever since the news of the Ninth Miss's death on her way to her wedding reached back to the mansion, Aunt Su's spirits have been getting worse day by day.
At first he was just talking nonsense, and then gradually his walking became less and less agile. Sometimes he would not move or speak for a whole day, and sometimes he would suddenly attack and injure several maids serving in the yard.
No one in the mansion was willing to serve her anymore, and the lady let her fend for herself in the yard.
The maid carried Su Rou into the lobby of the government office, where the county magistrate was sitting, with a young man beside him.
One of the maids bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency. This is Miss Nine's biological mother, Aunt Su. If you have any questions, please ask her."
"Why don't you kneel down and greet the master?" Another maid pressed Su Rou's shoulders down. She felt weak and her knees slammed down, and she fell to her knees.
Lu Jingming's eyes were cold as he spoke. "This matter involves bandits harming people. I will be the judge. No outsiders are allowed to be present when questioning witnesses. You two, please leave."
The two maids looked at each other. The lady had told them to keep an eye on Aunt Su and not to talk nonsense. What would happen if they left?
Seeing that the two men were unmoved, the county governor's face turned cold: "Why don't you get off! You have delayed my trial. What will be your punishment?"
The two maids then kowtowed profusely and quickly retreated.
The county magistrate glanced at Lu Jingming, left the lobby, and left the place to him.
Lu Jingming lowered his eyes, and Ah Fu quickly stepped forward to help Su Rou up and sit on a seat beside him.
She was still unconscious, her lips were pale, and her eyes were unfocused.
Ah Fu took the wedding dress out of the box and held it before her: "Madam, please take a look at this dress. Do you recognize it?"
Su Rou's confused eyes suddenly cleared up the moment she saw the wedding dress. She reached out and grabbed the wedding dress, her whole body trembling violently, and her mouth opened and closed uncontrollably, as if she wanted to say something.
"Yes, it's my daughter's wedding dress. She wore this when she got married!"
She grabbed the clothes with both hands and shook them open bit by bit. The bright red color reflected on her face, and even her empty eyes seemed to have luster.
Su Rou remembered that the news of her daughter's marriage came suddenly, but her daughter told her that she was marrying into a good family and she was willing to marry him, so Su Rou felt relieved.
The wedding date was not far away, but the daughter's wedding dress had not been found yet. Su Rou dressed up and went to Pan Yuan's study to find him, hoping that he would order the embroiderer in the mansion to make a wedding dress for her daughter.
But Pan Yuan was not at home that day. Su Rou waited for a whole day and then returned to the courtyard in a daze.
Her daughter, who was busy in the yard, told her that Pan Yuan had already asked the embroiderer to prepare the wedding dress, which was custom-made according to her body size and fit her perfectly. Only then did Su Rou smile.
The wedding day soon arrived, and Su Rou was allowed to watch the ceremony in front of the mansion gate.
She stood at the very edge and saw her daughter in a red dress. She felt both relieved and reluctant. She wiped away her tears and looked up, only to see Pan Yuan in the crowd.
He was still as handsome as ever. Su Rou looked at him longingly for a long time. When she came to her senses, the bridal sedan had already set off.
She subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the maid beside her. She looked anxiously in the direction of the sedan chair, wondering if her daughter had anything to say to her when she got in? Did she look at her?
The crowd in front of the door gradually dispersed and no one could answer her.
Su Rou hugged the wedding dress tightly in her arms, as if she was holding her long-dead daughter.
Lu Jingming stood up and walked slowly to her: "Madam Su, please accept my condolences. Miss Nine would not want to see you suffer like this."
Su Rou ignored him and cried heartbrokenly while holding her wedding dress.
Lu Jingming also looked sad, with heart-piercing pain in his eyes.
"Did Miss Nine have any unfulfilled wishes before she died? She..."
After that snowy night, Lu Jingming was sent to Shangxi County by Master Lu. The two were separated for ten years, and he knew nothing about her life during those ten years.
Lu Jingming closed his eyes in pain: "Did she... have anything she liked or loved to do when she was alive?"
Su Rou, who was crying, stopped crying, a look of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, and she nodded: "She loves sweet food, reading and calligraphy, appreciating flowers and feeding fish——"
Suddenly, she seemed to have her tongue pulled out and could not make any sound. Then she shook her head desperately.
No! No!
These are not what my daughter likes! These are what she likes, what she thinks Pan Yuan will like!
But Pan Yuan actually didn't like these. When she heard him say that he didn't like girls to study, but liked girls who were gentle, virtuous and had a good temperament, she stopped letting her daughter go to school and only taught her to do housework, cook and embroider.
Su Rou was shocked to realize at this moment that she had no idea what her daughter liked. She panicked and stared blankly.
Lu Jingming sensed something was wrong and took a step forward, but Su Rou seemed frightened. She leaned against the chair, banging her head against the backrest again and again, muttering to herself as if possessed by a demon.
"Mother was wrong. Mother shouldn't have hit you. I shouldn't have used your injury to lure your father to see us. I shouldn't have treated you like that..."
"Mother was wrong..."
"Mom was really wrong..."
The hall was eerie and quiet, with only Su Rou's incoherent words.
After Pan Yunli's death, her mother finally began to "love" her.
Lu Jingming was close and heard everything Su Rou said clearly.
She continued to bang her head against the back of the chair, and the heavy sound seemed to hit Lu Jingming's heart again and again, breaking his heart into pieces.
"Everyone here is very bad and always bullies me."
The little girl with a wound on her face pointed to the large yard behind her and said this to him.
It turns out that everyone here is bullying you.
"Sir, this..." Ah Fu had never seen such a scene before, and he stuttered as he asked him what to do.
Lu Jingming looked into the void, a sarcastic smile on his lips, his expression was extremely cold: "Of course, send him back to the Pan Mansion."
Ah Fu followed the order and went down. As he was about to leave, he couldn't help but look back:
The young master was still standing there, his face expressionless, but a murderous aura was surging all over his body, more gloomy and terrifying than ever before, as if he would devour himself and everyone around him at any time.
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It was another quiet night. Ali sat on the edge of the bed without any sleepiness. The cinnabar mole on the palm of his hand had turned much redder, but there was no reminder sound of the task being completed.
Thinking of Lu Jingming's abnormal behavior in recent days, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Could it be that even if Lu Jingming has fallen in love with her, will the plot still develop along the original track?
Is it because I haven’t loved you enough?
But now she can't even see Lu Jingming, and she has no place to use her strength.
Ali let out a breath, forced himself to calm down and think carefully.
In the first world, He Zhiyan already had feelings for Ali, but she had been suppressing them, so Ali completed the task without much effort. Even if the plot continued to develop along the original trajectory, it would not have much impact on her.
But now, although Lu Jingming has fallen in love with her, he still has doubts and reservations about her. And according to the plot development, he will even use her and hurt her without mercy. How can she complete the task under such circumstances?
Ali is a little confused about human love affairs.
She thought that she had been wandering in the world for more than five hundred years and had already understood these things, but she didn't want to stumble and lose her way when doing them.
After an unknown amount of time, she raised her eyes and gradually became more determined. She closed her palm as if she had made up her mind, holding the cinnabar mole that was not yet bright red in her palm, grabbed the luggage she had packed early in the morning, went out, and ran towards Xu Ying's house.
If Lu Jingming really does what is written in the book, then she must make good use of this last opportunity.
Even if the plot is destined, it must be written by her personally.
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