Aunt Luo wiped the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.
“Why are you pretending to be confused, Madam? When the young master was alive, he said that he and Madam were completely innocent. You have disgraced the Xu family and conceived an illegitimate child, but he dared not confront you and swallowed his anger.”
"Now that the new young master has taken the throne and has the Xia family backing him, he naturally wants to seek justice from you!"
Su Wanwan's expression immediately changed.
Even Su Wanying was shocked and quickly retorted, "Don't you dare make false accusations and slander my sister's reputation!"
Aunt Luo was no longer in a hurry. She glanced at Su Wanwan and said in a sarcastic tone, "I have no evidence and therefore cannot make baseless accusations. I'm just afraid that someone will use Madam's pregnancy back then to make a fuss."
After saying that, Aunt Luo didn't linger and went out, swaying her slender waist.
Su Wanwan gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, her fingertips turning white, and she lowered her eyes, remaining silent.
Aunt Luo had received many favors from her, and her indenture was also in her hands. Today, she hadn't really come to ask for the things back, but rather to give her a heads-up.
Su Wanying was completely bewildered, and the maids and servants present were all in a panic.
Su Wanying asked, trembling, "Sister, what they're saying isn't true, is it?"
Su Wanwan finally came to her senses and smiled at her: "Of course it's not true."
"But the Xu family is after my sister's dowry and wants to smear you. What should we do?"
Su Wanwan rubbed her tired brow and said, "I'll worry about these things tomorrow. I'm too tired today and I want to rest early."
...
After the fireworks display, Lu Xingjian went to the East Palace.
Compared to the imposing and majestic Qianqing Palace, he preferred the Qingning Palace where he had lived since childhood and the East Palace where he later lived for many years.
Zhou Wanxiu also came to celebrate her great-grandmother's birthday today, but she hasn't had much of a chance to see Lu Xingjian.
Just as he was about to leave the palace, he was stopped by Chief Steward Li.
"His Majesty is a little drunk today. I'd like to trouble Miss Zhou to deliver some hangover soup," said Steward Li meaningfully.
Zhou Wanxiu's heart pounded like thunder, unable to suppress her overwhelming joy.
The Zhou family had given a lot of money to Steward Li, hoping that he would help Zhou Wanxiu get ahead.
I never expected to have this opportunity today.
Zhou Wanxiu took the food box and stepped through the door in a daze, feeling like she was in a dream.
Many years ago, she did the same thing when she was only fourteen years old, to bring hangover soup to Lu Xingjian, who was then the Crown Prince.
But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get the gates of the Eastern Palace open.
After thinking it over, she went to pull Su Wanwan over with her, and sure enough, they were welcomed inside.
However, after entering, they were left waiting there for quite a while, without ever seeing Lu Xingjian.
Su Wanwan didn't want to wait foolishly with her, so she left first.
She waited and waited foolishly, until the eunuch came and told her that the Crown Prince had already gone to sleep and that she should go back.
That kind of heartache, that kind of grievance.
She doesn't know if she will face the same situation as she did five years ago.
The East Warm Pavilion was dark, with no lights on. The door to a dark room on the north side was ajar, and a lamp was lit inside, filling the air with the smell of alcohol.
Zhou Wanxiu's heart was pounding.
After much hesitation, she finally mustered the courage to push open the door to the dark room.
Lu Xingjian was sitting on the ground, his long legs bent and leaning against the wall.
Holding a wine jug in his hand, his head leaning against the wall, he was already so drunk that he was unconscious.
There weren't many things in the dark room; the most eye-catching thing was a painting hanging on the wall.
The painting depicts a graceful young woman, indescribably beautiful, but her face is blank.
The young girl wore a scarlet cross-over short blouse and a horse-face skirt, which was the most common attire for women in the palace.
Zhou Wanxiu felt a mix of emotions.
She thought bitterly, could the person in the painting be herself?
Yes, it must be.
A poem was inscribed on the painting:
The person I long for is far away in a distant land.
I have something on my mind, a knot deep within my heart...
Zhou Wanxiu dared not watch any longer.
My heart aches unbearably.
This is a poem written by the poet Bai Juyi, who missed his beloved but unrequited love. How could she not know it?
My hometown is too far to visit, and I look towards it every day.
My heart is filled with unresolved thoughts, and I think about it every single night.
Cousin Xingjian, how could I not think of you every single night?
She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and bent down to pull the man who was sitting on the ground, too drunk to open his eyes.
The man grabbed her sleeve, closed his eyes, and murmured, "No...don't get married..."
Zhou Wanxiu simply sat down next to him, suppressing the sobs in her voice.
"I will not get married."
The drunk man was completely absorbed in his own world, trying to keep his hazy eyes open, and asked softly.
"Really, not even a little bit, do you not like me?"
Zhou Wanxiu burst into tears.
"I like you, I've always liked you."
How could she not like him?
From a young age, her dream was to marry him.
The man tried to reach out and touch her face, but in the end, he only managed to touch empty air.
He smiled, a bitter smile, tinged with unspeakable sadness.
"real?"
"Wait for me to marry you, okay?"
Zhou Wanxiu could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, crying, "Okay, I've been waiting for you..."
Lu Xingjian reached out and touched her hair, his gentle touch as if she were a precious treasure, and said in a hoarse voice.
Don't lie to me.
Zhou Wanxiu paused, then choked up and said, "I won't lie to you."
Lu Xingjian lowered his head to kiss her hair, but suddenly stopped, his nostrils twitching slightly.
The next moment.
He pushed her away forcefully, his face turning cold and his voice accusatory:
"Who are you?"
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