Given the current state of the Marquis's mansion, such a renovation would surely leave them penniless.
Chi Jingyu: "..."
He ignored her sarcasm and asked her gently, "Do you like it?"
She turned her face away, her expression still cold and her eyes listless: "What does this have to do with me?"
"Ah Ning, this is something I prepared especially for you." His gaze traced her features inch by inch, filling a void in his heart.
For a long time after Shen Tangning's death, he couldn't accept the devastating news. Every time he came here, he would fantasize that she was still here and had never left.
But the cold, cruel reality always dragged him into the abyss. He was often awakened by nightmares and then couldn't sleep all night.
Chi Jingyu took a few steps closer to her, seemingly wanting to reach out and touch her face, but stopped before she could warily dodge away. He glanced at her with restrained eyes and said, "I'll have someone prepare hot water. Go take a bath first."
"..."
He probably really couldn't stand her smell anymore. Shen Tangning was actually quite happy to be disgusted by him, but doing so was no different from disgusting herself. She felt like she was being pickled.
So she did not refuse.
Chi Jingyu called in a maid. She glanced at her and saw a completely unfamiliar face. Chi Jingyu instructed her to prepare hot water. The maid nodded cautiously and left, her movements revealing her unease.
“She is the maid I bought to serve you. You can tell her whatever you need.” Seeing that her gaze had not yet turned away, Chi Jingyu said this.
This courtyard was not decorated in just one or two days; it seems that Chi Jingyu had planned this for a long time.
Shen Tangning quietly concealed the gloom in her eyes and looked at him calmly: "What, does the Minister intend to keep a mistress in a gilded cage?"
Chi Jingyu's gaze deepened: "There is no one else, only you."
This affectedly affectionate attitude was truly irritating, so she didn't even offer a smile: "Perhaps I should consider this an honor?"
Chi Jingyu didn't mind her veiled barbs. He was in a very good mood today, and his usually indifferent face was always adorned with a faint smile: "No, it's my honor."
Shen Tangning: "..."
There's no point in talking to a madman, so she chose to remain silent.
A maid brought in water and, seeing that Chi Jingyu showed no intention of leaving, she struggled to control her emotions: "If you're not leaving, do you want me to ask you to leave?"
He found her angry expression pleasing to the eye, and secretly warned himself not to be too hasty. Chi Jingyu turned and walked out the door.
...
After locking the door, Shen Tangning soaked in the hot water, her tense body relaxing for a moment, but her mood remained unclear.
The maid gently washed her hair, careful not to hurt her; she seemed timid. The maid planned to extract information from her.
"May I have your name?"
The person behind her stopped moving. After a long silence, Shen Tangning turned around and saw the maid blushing and gesturing awkwardly at her.
She paused, then fell silent.
She is a mute girl.
Shen Tangning's temple throbbed, and she abruptly closed her eyes, unable to suppress a low curse:
"ill."
She opened her eyes and looked at the maid who stood there somewhat at a loss, her voice softening slightly:
"I wasn't talking about you."
The person who is sick is someone else.
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