Xie Zhijin carried you over.
When Jiang Jingshu returned home, it was already past nine o'clock at night. To her surprise, the living room was brightly lit.
The moment she stepped into the house, Jiang Yuan appeared before her, holding a cake.
Jiang Yuan said, "I guessed that you and your classmates ate cake outside, so Dad bought a small one."
Jiang Yuan lit candles for her, sang her a birthday song, and brought her longevity noodles that he had made himself.
Looking at the face that was exactly the same as Emperor Yongning's, Jiang Jingshu nodded, blew out the candles, made a wish, and ate the longevity noodles made by Jiang Yuan.
In the past, only my nanny would accompany me on my birthday, but this year is truly different.
Jiang Yuan laughed at Jiang Jingshu for eating like a little kitten. Jiang Jingshu ate a whole bowl and even felt a little full.
She came back after she had eaten.
But seeing what Jiang Yuan had prepared, she didn't want to betray this love.
That night, Jiang Jingshu had two dreams.
"Your Highness, the noodles are ready. Eat them while they're hot." A familiar, aged voice called out. It was the kind of voice that would bring tears to Jiang Jingshu's eyes.
"Granny, I wonder if Father will come this year?" The girl sat blankly on a stone in the courtyard.
"How about I send someone to invite His Majesty?" The old woman looked at Jiang Jingshu with pity. The girl was only six or seven years old, but her tender face had a pair of dull and lifeless eyes.
Jiang Jingshu suddenly realized that this was her childhood self.
"Does Father really care about me, Granny?" The young child tugged at the nanny's sleeve. "It's so cold in this courtyard. Jing Shu hates birthdays."
"Your Highness, His Majesty cares for you. It's just that as the ruler of a country, His Majesty is extremely busy with state affairs." The old woman was still trying to comfort Jiang Jingshu. "Your Highness, please be understanding. This old servant has made you longevity noodles. Would you like to eat them?"
Jiang Jingshu's tears were still on her cheeks. She sniffed and said, "Yes, Father is the emperor of a country. Father should be on the battlefield and in the court. He shouldn't be confined to the harem. Granny, Jingshu, Jingshu shouldn't have..." With a sob in her voice, the girl couldn't say many words. She threw herself into the nanny's arms. "She shouldn't have been like this, so willful."
The elderly woman patted Jiang Jingshu on the back until Jiang Jingshu calmed down, and then they ate the bowl of longevity noodles together.
Jiang Jingshu looked at the scene before her, and tears streamed down her face like a kite with a broken string.
The scene shifts, and Jiang Jingshu dreams again of herself as a child, squatting outside the Third Princess's palace, watching her busy father, the Emperor, pick up her older sister and spin her around.
Then I had dinner with my sister.
On her birthday.
She was on the verge of collapse. A light snow began to fall. The old woman noticed Jiang Jingshu squatting outside and draped a cloak over her shoulders. "Your Highness, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Granny, you're lying to me." She buried her face in the nanny's arms and cried out, "You clearly said that Father Emperor was busy with state affairs, but she was willing to take time to have dinner with my sister. Today is my birthday, and Father Emperor clearly doesn't remember having a daughter like me."
The cries startled those inside the palace, and Jiang Jingshu's long-awaited voice rang out, "Who's making such a fuss outside?"
At the same time as Emperor Yongning's voice came her sister's voice, which was being coquettish with her father.
"Father, Father!" The nanny covered Jiang Jingshu's mouth and led her away from there.
Jiang Jingshu struggled fiercely, but suddenly woke up with a start.
"Did Your Highness have a nightmare?" the system's reassuring voice came. Jiang Jingshu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "It's nothing."
Jiang Jingshu tried to force herself to fall asleep, but no matter how much she tossed and turned, sleepiness seemed to vanish.
Jiang Jingshu couldn't help but wonder if this was a deliberate reminder to her, a reminder that the happiness and love she had today were not her own, but something she had stolen from someone else's life.
"Your Highness, if you can't sleep, then don't try to sleep."
The system voice came through, and Jiang Jingshu murmured, "Tell me, what is the meaning of planting this flower? Why did Heaven arrange this time travel?"
"Your Highness, please extend your hand."
Although Jiang Jingshu didn't understand, she still stretched out her hands.
"Close your eyes."
Jiang Jingshu obediently closed her eyes, feeling a heavy touch in her hand. She only slowly opened them after hearing the system say that she could open them.
She looked at what she was holding and was stunned in just one glance.
A sachet was placed in her hand, an embroidery that Jiang Jingshu knew all too well. Tears streamed down her face and dripped onto the sachet.
"Granny, this was embroidered by you." Jiang Jingshu looked at the sachet in her hand with tears in her eyes. "Thank you so much, my helper."
"Your Highness, there's more." The system spoke again, and Jiang Jingshu held a hairpin in her hand.
The hairpin is pure white, simple yet beautiful.
"What is this?" Jiang Jingshu asked, but the system replied, "This is my birthday gift to you."
"Thank you. I like it very much." Jiang Jingshu wiped away the tears that had not yet dried from the corners of her eyes.
The system did not respond, but simply said to Jiang Jingshu, "Your Highness, place the sachet given to you by the nanny by your pillow, and you will no longer be troubled by nightmares at night."
Jiang Jingshu nodded and placed the sachet next to her pillow; it seemed to still retain the scent of her grandmother.
She fell asleep.
She had another dream. In her dream, she saw Su Xiaoyue calling Xie Zhijin.
Su Xiaoyue dialed the phone, "Xie Zhijin, would you like to celebrate Jiang Jiang's birthday?"
"Is it her birthday?" Xie Zhijin's calm voice came through.
"Yes, I feel like Jiang Jiang hasn't been very happy these days. Let's plan a really great birthday party for her."
"Okay." Xie Zhijin agreed. He also felt that although Jiang Jingshu was smiling, there was always a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Jiang Jingshu, watching all this from the sidelines, realized that her emotions had already been seen through by others.
They understood the emotions behind her smile.
They can notice even such small things.
Jiang Jingshu watched them set up the scene and popped balloons, and saw Su Xiaoxiao go out to set up for each class in advance.
No wonder, no wonder.
No wonder I couldn't find Su Xiaoyue all day.
In her dream, she saw herself, she saw herself leaving the classroom with Su Xiaoxiao, and Xie Zhijin also leaving the classroom.
She saw Su Xiaoyue suddenly turn and go to the restroom.
Then she saw Su Xiaoyue deliberately take out her phone and send her a WeChat message, asking her to deliver the paper? Just to avoid arousing her suspicion.
She watched the two of them working so hard for her birthday.
It was just a birthday celebration. She didn't like celebrating her birthday, but this was the happiest day Jiang Jingshu had experienced in her seventeen years.
"Xie Zhijin, how did you become friends with Jiang Jiang? You never played with Jiang Jiang before!" Su Xiaoyue asked curiously, voicing a question that had been on Jiang Jingshu's mind for a long time. Even Jiang Jingshu was eager to know Xie Zhijin's answer.
"I really didn't have any interaction with Jiang Jingshu before," Xie Zhijin thought for a moment and replied to Su Xiaoyue, "After delivering my homework to her, I thought she was a very nice person."
"Is that all?" Su Xiaoyue asked.
"Perhaps because we were originally friends," Xie Zhijin said slowly, his gaze carrying a meaning that others could not understand.
Although Su Xiaoyue didn't understand Xie Zhijin's answer, she didn't ask any more questions.
However, this answer planted a different seed in Jiang Jingshu's heart.
Therefore, Xie Zhijin's friendship with her has no emotional foundation with Jiang Jingshu from the past.
In other words, his friend is the real Jiang Jingshu.
She didn't completely steal Jiang Jingshu's original life.
It snowed outside, and it seemed to have fallen on Jiang Jingshu as well.
The snow wasn't cold at all; it felt warm and cozy on my skin.
—
Jiang Jingshu has been working hard to study math recently. Although the results haven't been great, at least she's become familiar with some of the simpler concepts.
However, high school math problems are varied and prone to innovation, and no matter how many models Jiang Jingshu memorized, she could not solve them accurately.
At the same time, she also participated in an art competition, where winning first place would earn her a prize of three thousand yuan.
Jiang Jingshu had always hoped to earn some money to support her nanny, and now she also wants to win prize money through various competitions.
And it can also help you improve yourself.
As a result, Jiang Jingshu has been working non-stop for the past few days.
Even during the time Zheng Xilai was teaching her, Jiang Jingshu attended classes with the dark circles under her eyes.
Zheng Xi looked at Jiang Jingshu with heartache, "Why don't you prepare for the art competition first, and we can take it one step at a time?"
Jiang Jingshu shook her head, "I feel that math problems require a certain feel for them. If I don't do problems for a day, I'll easily forget the model, and then all my efforts will be in vain."
Zheng Xi silently gave Jiang Jingshu a thumbs up in his heart. He admired her immensely.
Jiang Jingshu was also very efficient, following Zheng Xi's review plan while also preparing for the art competition.
Her hard work seemed to infect Su Xiaoyue as well; early in the morning, Su Xiaoyue started memorizing vocabulary words in class.
Jiang Jingshu walked over to her and touched her forehead. "Wait a minute, I actually saw Xiaoyue memorizing vocabulary words."
"Jiang Jiang, stop making fun of me." Su Xiaoyue pouted. "It's all because you've been spending all your free time drawing or memorizing math mistakes lately. You haven't had any time to play with me at all."
Jiang Jingshu patted Su Xiaoyue's head reassuringly, "Good girl, I'll treat you to something delicious if I get first place."
"Does everyone get a share?" a pleasant voice rang out. "Jiang Jiang only said she was inviting me, but Xie Zhijin, why are you everywhere? You don't happen to like our Jiang Jiang, do you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you the only one who's Jiang Jingshu's friend?" Xie Zhijin handed a cup of coffee to Jiang Jingshu's table.
"You all get a share," Jiang Jingshu said, taking Xie Zhijin's coffee and taking a big gulp.
"Silly Jiang Jiang." Seeing Jiang Jingshu's scalded appearance, Su Xiaoyue laughed out loud, "Why didn't you check the temperature before drinking it?"
"It's so bitter." Jiang Jingshu choked on her coffee. "As expected, I still can't get used to this kind of coffee."
"Let's try something else then. I've noticed you've been a bit sleepy in class these past few days, and I was thinking coffee might help you stay alert." Xie Zhijin said, and then prepared to take away the coffee he had just brewed.
Jiang Jingshu quickly defended herself, "Although it's bitter, it really refreshes the mind. From now on, whenever I feel sleepy, I'll punish myself with a sip."
Before class, Jiang Jingshu was afraid of getting distracted, so she drank half a cup in one go.
As a result, she became even more sleepy in class.
Her upper and lower eyelids seemed glued together; yes, Jiang Jingshu was asleep.
It seemed like a long time had passed. When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar scene, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of disinfectant.
"Xiaojing, you're awake?"
Jiang Yuan appeared in front of Jiang Jingshu, who was still a little dazed. "Dad, where am I?"
"Silly girl, how could you drink coffee and faint?" Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Jingshu with a pained expression. "You've been working too hard these past few days. Why don't you put the art competition on hold and take care of your health first?"
Jiang Jingshu was still processing Jiang Yuan's words when she heard, "Shock?"
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Su Xiaoyue and Xie Zhijin walked in.
"Jiang Jiang, were you allergic to coffee before?" Su Xiaoyue quickly stepped forward and took Jiang Jingshu's hand. Jiang Jingshu's hand was ice cold. As Su Xiaoyue spoke, she warmed Jiang Jingshu's hand with her own. "I called you so many times but you didn't respond. You scared me to death."
"Did you bring me to the hospital?" Jiang Jingshu squeezed Su Xiaoyue's hand back.
“It was Xie Zhijin. He carried you to the infirmary first, and then they said you had anaphylactic shock, so they quickly called an ambulance.” Su Xiaoyue patted her chest and looked at Jiang Jingshu, saying, “I was really scared, Jiang Jiang. Luckily you’re alright.”
"You brought it over?" Jiang Jingshu's cheeks suddenly flushed.
This doesn't make sense. Didn't she fall asleep in class because she was too tired? How did she end up in the hospital with an allergic reaction, and Xie Zhijin had to carry her there? Carry her there? Men and women shouldn't touch each other like that, what kind of behavior is this? Jiang Jingshu's mind was a complete mess.
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