Although the person was wearing a mask, it could not possibly be Chi Jingyu, otherwise she would have recognized him at a glance.
Moreover, she didn't think that someone who could collude with the Third Prince to kill the entire Xie family would be so kind as to take such a big risk to save her brother.
However, she also confirmed the dream's reality through the other person's words—
Shen Ci is indeed still alive. It wasn't just a dream; it was more like a real-life reenactment of events from a past life.
Shen Tangning stared intently at the person in front of her, as if scrutinizing the truthfulness of his words: "Why should I believe you?"
Chi Jingyu's expression revealed a hint of helplessness: "I know you hate me, but after you passed away, I have always tried to make amends."
His eyes turned cold. "And then there's Shen Xiwei. After knowing she had been deceiving me for so many years by impersonating you, I took care of her myself."
Shen Tang remained silent for a moment, looking at him calmly and without any emotion: "Do you think I'll forgive you just because you said these things?"
A flicker of pain flashed deep in his eyes, but he quickly forced a smile: "It's alright, I can wait."
She raised her lips indifferently, but seeing that she couldn't get anything out of him, she didn't look at him again and turned back into the house.
Looking at her slender back, even though she still didn't give him a friendly look, Chi Jingyu felt at ease.
They have plenty of time to put their differences behind them.
...
This routine repeated itself for several days. During the day, Chi Jingyu would go to court as usual, and at night he would come here to reminisce with her about the past.
Although Shen Tangning felt that their ridiculous memories were really nothing to reminisce about.
In an attempt to extract information from him, she would occasionally meet with him, and when she was in a bad mood, she would keep the doors and windows tightly shut. Perhaps to please her, Chi Jingyu never overstepped his bounds.
Tang Mama was very unwilling to accept the setback she suffered last time, and she kept looking for an opportunity. She felt that since she had received Chi Jingyu's wages, she had to do her duty to her master.
"Madam, this is unacceptable! What kind of wife is so audacious as to lock her husband out of the house? She'll be divorced!"
Her voice was high-pitched and shrill, with a lecturing tone that made people irritable. "Women are supposed to be obedient to their husbands and have the four virtues. You're only doing this because you're young and your husband still dotes on you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Tangning looked over through the window. Her gaze was gentle, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, and her tone sent chills down one's spine:
"Granny, you're quite the smooth talker. Unfortunately, I prefer quiet. If you keep chattering, I'll just cut your tongue out."
Her eyes held a chilling edge that seemed to strike without bloodshed. Tang Mama was so frightened that she fell silent. A chill suddenly ran down her spine. She didn't come to her senses until the window slammed shut. Her face was slightly distorted.
She gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly:
She's nothing but a woman who uses her looks to please others, and she thinks she's something special!
However, she didn't dare to curse out loud. Unlike Qinglan's simple mind, Granny Tang was a worldly person. Would a proper lady be placed in such a remote house, as if she couldn't see the light of day?
This is clearly keeping a mistress!
She was not even as good as a concubine. She didn't understand where Shen Tangning got the nerve to be so self-righteous.
Qinglan looked at Shen Tangning, whose face was calm, and a trace of worry unconsciously appeared in her eyes.
She often sat there in a daze, not liking to talk. She felt that the lady was like a bird in a cage, with beautiful feathers, but gradually losing its vitality.
Shen Tangning noticed her gaze and turned her head to look at her: "Don't you find it boring that you've been watching over me all this time?"
Qinglan's eyes widened slightly, and she quickly shook her head.
This was her duty, and she knew it herself; in fact, this behavior was more like surveillance, because the young master would ask her every day what the lady had done and where she had gone, down to the smallest detail.
Shen Tangning took off a hairpin from her head, held it in her hand and played with it carefully. Her gaze was unusually gentle.
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