Chapter 143 "Xiaoyu?"...
Finally, Wen Yu said what she wanted to say most. Her shoulders relaxed and she felt like she had lost all the air and her whole body slumped down.
Song Linsheng's heart trembled. He quickly exchanged a glance with Mu Tong beside him, then quickly raised his sleeve to support Wen Yu's elbow. "Xiaoyu?"
"Mrs. Wen? Are you okay?" Mu Tong and Song Linsheng looked at each other, and Mu Tong immediately understood what Song Linsheng meant.
Madam Wen's condition isn't good, why... is she so heartbroken?
Even though Lord Jia had a past unknown to them, the government's treatment of him was based on his concealment of the facts, killing people on the spot, and lynching of Chen Mian.
None of these cases were unjust. There was no mistake or unfairness in the treatment given to him by the government and the sentencing given to him by the court.
I think Madam Wen feels sorry for Lord Jia's wife and daughter.
But the past is gone and hard to trace.
Mu Tong sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.
Song Linsheng's brows were furrowed, and his clear eyes were now filled with clouds of gloom and anxiety.
Xiaoyu... regretted jumping to conclusions without knowing the full picture...
That day at Guanwu Courtyard, when he and Xiaoyu were talking about the government's plan to dismiss Mr. Jia from his post, investigate him, and send him back to his hometown, Xiaoyu still felt that such a sentence was too light.
Now, after hearing about Lord Jia's wife and children, I feel a lot of sympathy for them. I always feel that it is inappropriate to label Lord Jia in one fell swoop.
But the things and people in this world are all different. Who can really see through people's hearts with a sharp eye?
Although he was also extremely shocked, he regretted that he had not investigated the facts thoroughly before making a judgment, and hesitated as to whether he had really achieved the benefit to the people as he had intended before taking office.
But he didn't want Xiaoyu to fall into such painful self-affirmation with him.
Xiaoyu is young and inexperienced, and should not bear such a heavy burden.
Even though Xiaoyu had suffered some hardship in the matter of Lord Jia, she could not let him continue to be sad.
Thinking of this, Song Linsheng gently supported Wen Yu's shoulders with both hands, leaned down and looked her in the eye, "Xiaoyu, this matter is complicated and happened many years ago. Even if I didn't know about it in time, it's not your fault."
"It's my responsibility." Song Linsheng spoke earnestly and sincerely, hoping that Xiaoyu would listen to him.
Wen Yu suddenly came back to her senses. She looked directly at Song Linsheng and saw that his eyes were full of anxiety and sorrow, which made his beautiful eyebrows and eyes lose some of their charm.
She calmed down and suppressed all her thoughts. She was a little hesitant, but if Song Linsheng said so, she would not be happy.
Wen Yu placed her palm on Song Linsheng's arm and said, "I don't blame you, and it's not your responsibility."
Wen Yu pursed her lips and thought for a moment, as if trying to convince Song Linsheng and comfort herself, "If there's a next time, you and I will definitely be careful."
Master said that knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue.
This time she made some small mistakes, which led to all the accidents that happened later, but fortunately it did not lead to any irreversible consequences.
If there is a next time, she will definitely act more cautiously and not be reckless.
Think three times before everything and always keep a hand.
Wen Yu puffed out her cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief. After she figured out the key, she naturally felt a little relieved.
Song Linsheng nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to Xiaoyu."
As long as Xiaoyu can figure it out, that's better than anything else. Naturally, whatever she says is what matters.
Mu Tong, who was watching them quietly from the side, tapped the tip of his nose with the bone of a fan. Seeing that Lord Song and Madam Wen had finally reached an agreement, he said at the right time: "Now that Lord Jia's matter is settled, there are no other urgent matters in the mansion."
"Why don't you send a carriage to take Lord Song and Madam Wen back to rest? I'll take care of everything here."
Song Linsheng frowned, and briefly reviewed the current affairs of the mansion in his mind. He nodded and instructed, "The Dragon Boat Festival will be in May in a few days. Lord Mu will still need to take care of the dragon boat race. I have drafted a draft and will send it to Lord Mu's government office later."
Mu Tong nodded and agreed, "Sir, please take Madam Wen back first. I will go and get someone to harness the carriage."
Song Linsheng patted Wen Yu's vest and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Yu, can you still walk?"
After a while, Wen Yu finally came to her senses. She glared at Song Linsheng and said, "Of course, I'm not made of paper. How can I fall down in the wind?"
Wen Yu gathered her thoughts, turned around and walked out of the courtyard without even glancing at the lotus screen behind her.
Since it is Mr. Jia's favorite thing, I will keep it for him for a while.
Wen Yu's robe moved slightly, and the embroidered patterns on the hem sparkled as she walked, and under the illumination of the blue sun, it burst into endless brilliance.
She no longer hesitated or was entangled, and stepped out of the threshold with her head held high.
In an instant, she came from the shadowy inner room to the courtyard covered with thin gold.
The landscape in the yard is well-arranged, flowers and plants are in full bloom, everything seems so full of vitality, except for the stone table which remains silent.
Wen Yu was looking around when a male voice came through the door and across the courtyard.
"Young Master—Madam Wen—"
She didn't even need to look up, as the loud calls meant Xiyan was the right person to wash the inkstone.
Wen Yu turned back and looked at Song Linsheng who was following behind her. The two smiled at each other and both guessed the identity of the person.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng simply stopped in the courtyard and waited for the inkstone to be washed.
In a blink of an eye, Xiyan's figure appeared from the side of the courtyard gate. He hurriedly ran to stand in front of his master and Madam Wen.
"Master, Madam Wen, I finally found you." Xi Yan panted, raising his hand to wipe his temples. "I just asked the doorman, and he said you came to Tongzhiyuan, but what are you doing here?"
Didn't Master Jia leave? Why didn't Master and Lady Wen go after Master Jia instead of coming to this deserted courtyard?
Xi Yan stopped talking, and then he saw Lord Mu walking slowly up behind the young master.
"Lord Mu..." Xiyan greeted him politely, without the lazy look he had just shown.
Song Linsheng pursed his lips and smiled. Instead of answering Xiyan's question, he asked, "Xiyan, why are you here?"
"Yeah, you won't leave Uncle Song out of the car halfway, will you?" Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms over his chest, and teased Xiyan leisurely.
Who asked him to argue with her this morning?
Xiyan stomped his feet in annoyance. God have mercy on him, how could he, Xiyan, be such a person?
He was speechless and choked, "Young Master——"
Song Linsheng shook his head helplessly. He had never expected that Xi Yan would be defeated. He softly soothed her, "Speak nicely."
Xiyan's cheeks puffed up, but he only dared to glance at Madam Wen from the corner of his eyes. After hearing what the young master said, he replied politely, "Of course, I sent Mr. Song back to the mansion safely, and now I have come to pick you up and Madam Wen."
Could it be that he would leave the young master and Madam Wen at the government office, and then walk back to the Song residence from the government office at dusk?
Song Linsheng smiled faintly and said nothing, just lowered his head to look at Wen Yu. The curved corners of his eyes and eyebrows seemed to be saying, now you know?
Wen Yu coughed lightly twice and avoided Song Linsheng's gaze, unwilling to look him in the eye.
She was just teasing Xiyan, so why take it so seriously?
No one said anything at the moment, but Wen Yu felt frustrated.
Mu Tong, who had followed behind, saw this and broke the awkwardness, "Since Xi Yan is here, there is nothing for me to do here. I'll take my leave first. Sir Song, please do as you please."
As he spoke, Mu Tong clasped his hands together and bowed. He held the folding fan made of jade bones in his hand upside down, with only the edge of the fan exposed.
Song Linsheng nodded, returned the greeting, and watched him leave.
Mu Tong turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate. The amber ribbon was still in his hair, swaying slightly in an arc with his steady steps.
Wen Yu frowned slightly, her eyes moving left and right along the ribbon.
Lord Mu is clearly a mortal, but his aura is like pine and cypress, which always makes Wen Yu feel like he is a tree.
Quiet and non-competitive.
A feeling that is very familiar to the grass and tree elves.
It was not until Lord Mu's figure crossed the threshold and disappeared behind the door leaf, no longer visible, that Song Linsheng withdrew his gaze.
He turned his eyes to the inkstone in front of him and asked seriously, "But what happened?"
Xi Yan has always been reckless but considerate. If he sent Song Bo back to his mansion and then came to Jiangyang government office to pick him and Xiaoyu, it would naturally be normal.
But Xiyan's behavior today, since he entered the door, was a little... excessive. Although he didn't know the deep meaning of it, it was definitely not a case of nothing happening.
When Wen Yu heard Song Linsheng asking about Xi Yan, she turned back and focused her attention on Xi Yan. Seeing that he was forcing a smile, Wen Yu could guess about 30% of what he was thinking.
Xi Yan scratched his head, feeling rather embarrassed. "I really can't hide anything from you, sir. Of course something must have happened, otherwise I would have waited outside and wouldn't have come to this Tongzhiyuan."
He always felt sorry for Yangsheng because he asked him about the screen last time.
Yang Sheng was about the same age as him, and he really treated him as a friend. It was a pity that he had contacted Yang Sheng with the intention of finding out information from the beginning.
Therefore, he was unwilling to come to the Tongzhiyuan unless it was necessary, otherwise he would always remember the scene of Yangsheng entertaining him in this courtyard and adding tea and water to his bowl.
Seeing that he looked uneasy, Song Linsheng reminded him, "Tell me about it."
Xi Yan was startled, and suddenly came to his senses. He seemed to have frightened Song Linsheng, "Ah? Oh oh..."
He turned sideways, with his back to Wen Yu, and then fumbled in his arms for a while. When he turned around again, he was holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand.
He held it in his hands and presented it to Song Linsheng and Wen Yu, "Sir, give it to—"
Wen Yu tilted her head and saw the square wooden box, which was completely black and engraved with exquisite and intricate patterns. It glowed with an ancient luster under the sunlight.
But, I don’t know what it is?
Song Linsheng raised his sleeve to take it, but Wen Yu held him back with his hand. "Xiyan, what is this?"
His hand that was washing the inkstone paused, as if he suddenly thought of something. How could he present such an unclear thing to the young master?
He immediately withdrew his hand, holding the wooden box with one hand and opening the lid with the other.
Inside was a small piece of dark green velvet cloth, on which was placed a wooden slip with seal characters engraved on it.
Song Linsheng's eyes moved. There are not many people using this kind of wooden seal nowadays.
Wen Yu frowned, raised his hand to take out the wooden slip, and looked at it from left to right.
"It's a visiting card." Xi Yan explained, "Just when Uncle Song and I returned home, someone delivered this visiting card."
As Xiyan was talking, he suddenly thought of something. He immediately withdrew his hands and slapped his head, "Oh, sir, this visiting card was specifically addressed to Madam Wen. I forgot about it in my busy schedule."
"Give it to me?" Wen Yu pointed at the tip of his nose with his backhand finger, his doubtful look was self-evident.
She turned and glanced at Song Linsheng, only to see that he also had a bewildered look on his face.
Wen Yu shrugged, feeling even more confused.
She is a little tree demon from the Temple of Spring. She has no distant relatives and no close neighbors in Jiangyang Prefecture. How could anyone send her a visiting card?
If some goblin saw that she was of great importance and sent her some fruits and tributes, it would be possible, but a visiting card——
What is it? Is it edible?
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