Chapter 269 I trust you to do things
The dilapidated temple, still tainted with the stench of blood, was made even more eerie by the cold night wind.
"Young Master He, that woman..."
Guo Fan's voice was somewhat hesitant.
He Zhuo stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight casting a cold, hard shadow on his profile.
"She ran away."
His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"They ran away?"
"I was the one who let her go."
These words were colder than the autumn night wind.
...
At the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, after hearing Guo Fan's report, Meng Shilan's teacup trembled, and the steaming tea almost spilled out.
"What?"
"You released Song Jiyun?"
He Zhuo sat opposite her, his expression remaining as calm as ever.
"Young Master He, why did you act on your own initiative?"
Meng Shilan frowned deeply; this was the first time she had spoken to He Zhuo in such a tone.
He Zhuo looked up and met her questioning gaze, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"To lock a woman filled with hatred and yet possessing nothing in a dark and sunless shrine would be a true waste of her potential."
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying a coldness that seemed to see into people's hearts.
"Her hatred is the sharpest knife."
"Rather than having this knife pointed at you in the capital, let's hand it over to our enemies and let them kill each other."
Meng Shilan's heart skipped a beat.
She understood He Zhuo's intentions, but her unease only increased.
"By doing this, you're essentially letting a tiger return to the mountains!"
"She's cunning and ruthless; if she were to..."
"She will not come to the capital again."
He Zhuo said confidently.
He picked up the tea on the table and slowly took a sip.
"There is no place for her in the capital. Her only way to survive is to go to the only place she can go."
Meng Shilan's heart skipped a beat. "You mean..."
"Ule".
He Zhuo uttered two words.
Meng Shilan was completely stunned.
She never imagined that Song Jiyun's ending would be like this.
In her previous life, she was Zhou Congxian's lawfully wedded wife, the glamorous wife of the heir of the Duke of England's mansion.
In this life, she used every trick in the book and any means necessary, but in the end, she suffered the loss of her family and was forced to flee to Ule in a panic.
The wheel of fate is indeed so unpredictable and treacherous.
...
The autumn wind is bleak, and in the blink of an eye, it is already the dead of winter.
The first snow of the year fell heavily in Beijing.
After settling everything at home, He Zhuo quietly set off for the border on a snowy morning.
Shuang'er's injuries have long since healed.
Meng Shilan was still worried and insisted that she rest and recuperate in the mansion for a whole month.
They nourished her daily with the best herbal soups until her complexion became rosy before they allowed her to go out.
Once Shuang'er gained her freedom, she was like a bird released from its cage, unable to stay still for a moment.
She didn't have time to go shopping or see a play; she rushed to her own shop immediately.
Looking at the busy figures of the shop assistants and the endless stream of customers in the grain store, a satisfied smile finally appeared on her bright little face.
On this day, someone from He Ran's residence came to deliver a message.
It is said that there is a well-established mutton restaurant in the west of the city, whose mutton soup and roasted whole lamb are the best in the capital.
He Ran, being greedy, spent a lot of money to invite the master chef to his mansion to hold a family banquet, and asked Meng Shilan to bring Fu'er and Xiao Pangxi to join in the fun.
Meng Shilan readily agreed.
Since returning to Beijing, she has been preoccupied with many matters and has not yet had the chance to properly enjoy the ordinary warmth of family reunion.
When the carriage stopped in front of the He residence, He Ran was already waiting at the door, braving the wind and snow.
She personally stepped forward and carefully carried Fu'er and Xiao Pangxi out of the car, then tightened their little cloaks around their necks.
"My dear nephew and niece, your aunt has missed you so much!"
She held two adorable little figures in her arms, beaming from ear to ear.
The house was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the icy, snowy landscape outside the window.
A rich aroma of meat, mixed with the scent of spices, wafts over, making one's mouth water.
Madam He was already waiting in the hall. When she saw the two children, she could no longer hide the smile on her face.
Now, with the laughter of two more children, the mansion is instantly filled with life.
Fu'er had a sweet tongue, calling everyone "Grandmother He" so sweetly that it melted everyone's heart.
Little Fatty Xi waves his chubby little hands and smiles at everyone he sees, making him even more adorable.
As Madam He looked at her two children, the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.
"This child is so good-looking. Look at his little face, so white and chubby, like a little white dough ball."
At the banquet, a whole roasted lamb, golden brown and crispy, was brought out.
He Ran personally sliced off the tenderest leg of lamb, placing one portion in Madam He's bowl and handing the other to Meng Shilan.
"Little sister, you must try this! This place's cooking is absolutely amazing!"
Then he placed the lamb stomach, which his two sisters-in-law liked, into their bowls.
"Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, please try it too. It's different from the flavor in Bianzhou."
He Ran's two sisters-in-law smiled and said, "My little sister is much more sensible now."
As Madam He watched their joyful scene, her eyes welled up with tears.
Then she looked at Meng Shilan. After learning about her past experiences, Madam He felt a deep pity for her.
"I had no idea that you two siblings had suffered so much in your childhood."
"Auntie," Meng Shilan smiled faintly, "it's all in the past."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a calm and resilience that came from weathering storms.
"The past is like yesterday's death. My brother and I are both doing well now, and the life we have today is something I never dared to dream of before."
Who could have imagined that Jiang, the concubine who struggled to survive in Zhou Congxian's inner quarters, would ultimately have to end her life?
Now we can sit in this warm and bright hall, chatting and laughing, enjoying delicious food together.
She then smiled and said to Madam He, "Aunt, the properties that my maternal grandfather entrusted to He Ran have all been handed over to me to manage. I have made detailed accounts, which I will show to you later."
Upon hearing this, Madam He laughed even more heartily.
I trust you to do things.
She gave He Ran, who was happily eating, a reproachful look.
"With her rough and unruly nature, if you let her manage the household, she'd probably have someone steal all the family's wealth without her even knowing it in less than six months!"
With her mouth full of mutton, He Ran protested indistinctly, "Mother, how could you say that to me..."
The whole family was laughing and enjoying themselves.
Outside the window, the snow had started falling heavily again, I don't know when.
The snowflakes, fluttering and falling like willow catkins or goose feathers, fell silently, turning the whole world into a pure white.
The candlelight inside the room flickered, illuminating smiling faces.
Peace and tranquility prevailed.
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