After waking up from her afternoon nap, Heyue yawned as Yuying combed her hair, while Hailan picked out jewelry on the side.
He Yue noticed that Yu Ying looked preoccupied in the bronze mirror. Several times, she used too much force, pulling on Yu Ying's scalp and making a hissing sound. He Yue asked curiously, "Yu Ying, what's wrong?"
Yu Ying exclaimed "Huh?" and quickly shook her head: "N-nothing."
"Of course there's nothing wrong," He Yue pouted. It seemed Yu Ying had her own thoughts too. She stroked her chin, her eyes darting around, a gossipy and curious glint in them. Could it be that Yu Ying had fallen for someone? She was quite interested in this topic.
Hailan and Yuying, who were beside her, were only twelve or thirteen years old, but according to the ancients' thinking, this age was indeed the time when their hearts were beginning to flutter with romantic feelings.
"Speak, what is it? See if I can help you." He Yue considered herself quite generous; as long as the other party was willing, she was happy to help them.
Yu Ying blinked, hesitated for a while, and then spoke softly: "This afternoon, Madam called me over and asked some questions about what has happened to you, Princess. Madam is very concerned about you."
Heyue paused for a moment, tapped her chin with her index finger, remained silent for a while, and then sighed: "Of course, Mother cares about me. The things that have happened these days have indeed worried Mother. Alas, it's all my fault."
Yu Ying lowered her head and remained silent.
Heyue stroked her chin and looked at Yuying, chuckling, "Yuying, actually, between you and Hailan, you're the most eloquent. I like you the most, and I trust you the most. I like to talk to you the most. You don't need to worry. Just answer whatever your mother asks. But as children, we don't want our father and mother to worry about us. I know you've always understood me, don't you think?"
Yu Ying met He Yue's clear and bright eyes, and was momentarily stunned. At this moment, Hai Lan pouted unhappily: "What is the princess saying? Does this servant not know how to speak? You are being too biased."
He Yue blinked, looking completely innocent: "Who told you to talk so fast? You can't compare to Yu Ying, who knows how to keep her mouth shut and what she should and shouldn't say. If you had half of Yu Ying's skills, I would be so grateful. Sometimes I really want to shut you up with something delicious."
Hailan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she stomped her foot angrily: "What are you saying, Princess? When has this servant ever spoken nonsense?"
He Yue smiled smugly, her eyes narrowed, but when she saw Yu Ying looking down in thought, she said nothing more.
Looking at the relaxed figure in the bronze mirror, He Yue tilted her head, curved her lips, and gestured to Yu Ying: "Let's do a simple hairstyle. We're going to visit the Fucha family today. It's been a long time since we've seen the old lady. We can also chat with Sister Fucha."
"Yes," Yu Ying replied, focusing on combing He Yue's hair into two buns.
After consulting her mother and learning that she was going to the Fucha residence, Lady Irgen Gioro did not stop her. She reminded her to return to the residence early and to be careful. Heyue casually agreed and happily went out.
Upon arriving at the Fucha residence, Fucha Yuxiu had already sent her personal maid, Hua Rong, to wait inside the second gate. Hua Rong greeted her and welcomed He Yue inside. The two sisters met, exchanged greetings, and then sat down hand in hand, with the maid serving tea and snacks.
Fucha Yuxiu smiled and said, "You've finally arrived. I heard you were punished again?"
Sensing the sarcasm in her words, Heyue coughed awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's just that I ran into the Thirteenth Prince at the Fourth Prince's residence last time, and we had a fight. My mother punished me by making me copy scriptures."
Most importantly, her mother saw her handwriting and, though she wasn't initially angry, she actually got angry and made her practice calligraphy for two hours every day. Heaven knows she hated practicing calligraphy the most.
Seeing her worried face, Fucha Yuxiu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Speaking of which, you and that Thirteenth Prince are really destined to clash. You've been at odds ever since you first met."
"If we don't get along, we don't get along. I can't be bothered with him anyway." He Yue raised her chin arrogantly and waved her hand. "Sigh, let's not talk about him anymore. How is the old lady? Can I go see her?"
“Grandma misses you too. She’ll be so happy to see you, but she hasn’t been feeling well these days and often doesn’t recognize people.” Fucha Yuxiu sighed, her beautiful eyes flashing with worry.
He seemed quite pleased with himself; it appeared to be Alzheimer's disease.
Fucha Yuxiu led Heyue to Xihe Hall, where the old lady, Uya, was playing Go with a woman in her thirties. Heyue recognized the woman as Fucha Yuxiu's mother, Tongjia.
"Mother, Grandma, look who's here," Fucha Yuxiu said with a smile.
When Tongjia looked up and saw Heyue, she immediately stood up with a smile: "Heyue is here."
"Heyue greets Madam and Old Madam." Heyue gracefully bowed.
Tongjia stepped forward and took her hand, saying warmly, "Don't be so polite. I heard you were sick a while ago. Are you feeling better?"
Feeling the other person's warm care, Heyue's smile became even brighter: "Thank you for your concern, Madam. Heyue is already well."
"You child, it's been a long time since I've seen you. You've lost a lot of weight, but you look much more energetic."
"Who's here?" Uya adjusted her reading glasses and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Mother, it's Xiao Qi." Madam Tongjia took a few steps forward, holding Heyue's hand.
Looking at Wuya's aged face, her brows furrowed as she pondered, Heyue didn't even hope that the other woman would recognize her.
It just so happened that this was also the first time I had met Wuya. Although I had the memories of my predecessor, my feelings for her weren't that deep, and I was quite reserved.
The old lady looked at her carefully for a few moments, then took her hand and stroked the back of her hand with her dry, rough hand. Then she smiled slowly and said, "I remember you. You are Xiao Qi. Why haven't you come to see me in so long?"
Both Tongjia and Fucha Yuxiu showed joy on their faces.
Heyue had never had such close contact with anyone before, and felt quite embarrassed, but she quickly recovered and smiled as she shook the old lady's hand back: "Xiaoqi was sick a few days ago, and as soon as she recovered, she came to see the old lady."
"Good thing you've come, good thing you've come. Spend some more time with this old man. By the way, where's my great-grandson? Why didn't you bring him along?"
He Yue's face stiffened. What was going on? She looked at Fucha Yuxiu, who lowered her head and blushed.
Tongjia suppressed a laugh and stepped forward to defuse the situation: "Mother, Xiaoqi and Fuqing are not married yet."
"Huh? Not married yet? Then my great-grandson is gone?" The old lady frowned, looking very unhappy.
Tongjia smiled awkwardly: "Well... Xiaoqi and Fuqing will be getting married soon, and your great-grandson will be born soon."
After saying that, Lady Tongjia glanced apologetically at Heyue.
Heyue then understood what the old lady meant.
Fu Qing was the second son of Ma Qi and Tongjia, and the second elder brother of Fucha Yuxiu. He grew up with He Yue, and the two families often visited each other. Wuya Shi then regarded He Yue as Fu Qing's future wife.
He Yue was filled with embarrassment. This old lady's memory was really terrible. How old was she? She was already thinking so much.
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