Recalling these past events, two rosy clouds rose on Pan Wenjun's cheeks, revealing a touch of girlish shyness.
This plot twist was completely unexpected for Wei Shuwan, leaving her utterly astonished, then speechless with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment: "But why would my uncle bathe in Protector Pan's tent?"
Pan Wenjun smiled helplessly: "Because your uncle killed that spy from the Ziyi Kingdom, my father saw that he was splattered with dirty blood, so he specially ordered someone to bring a large bucket of water so that he could wash and change his clothes in the tent before going out, so as not to cause panic among everyone."
Wei Shuwan was truly at a loss for words, and the scene even flashed through her mind: her uncle was soaking naked in the bathtub when Pan Niangzi, who was worried about her father, suddenly barged in, and the two faced each other in silence...
"Just like that, Sister Pan took a liking to my uncle?"
"Ah, actually I left the tent quickly that day, but for some reason, ever since that night I've kept dreaming about your uncle. He's appeared in my dreams at least seven or eight times in the last ten days! And every single time..."
"Completely naked?" Pan Wenjun had been too embarrassed to say it outright, but Wei Shuwan said it directly.
Pan Wenjun blinked, which was considered an admission, but then she added very seriously, "You must not tell your uncle about these things. If he finds out that I have told you everything behind your back, he will definitely go back to the border in a fit of anger and never come back."
Wei Shuwan nodded sincerely: "Don't worry, Sister Pan, these are our little secrets, and I will never let a third person know!"
Hearing her assurance, Pan Wenjun felt reassured and openly revealed her true feelings: "From then on, I knew that my feelings for your uncle were not only gratitude, but also a secret infatuation. So I took back my vow not to marry again, thinking that if I could marry someone like your uncle, my life would not have been in vain. I did not hide these feelings, but told him clearly after I was slightly drunk at a celebration banquet."
"What did my uncle say?" Wei Shuwan asked impatiently.
At this point, Pan Wenjun sighed softly, "Your uncle is such a rigid person. That night, when I confessed my feelings to him, he was still somewhat sober, but after listening, he passed out. To this day, I still don't know if he was truly drunk or pretending, let alone what he was thinking. But no matter what he thinks, I've made up my mind that I'll either remain single forever or marry only him!"
Listening to Pan Wenjun's resolute vows, Wei Shuwan suddenly felt a pang of envy for her uncle. To be loved so openly and honestly by someone who dares to love and hate must be a very happy thing.
But why did things turn out that way in the past life? Did Uncle really have no feelings for Madam Pan at all, which is why he refused to accept her love?
So what can I do for them in this lifetime...?
"What's wrong, Wanwan?" Pan Wenjun asked, seeing Wei Shuwan's eyes glazed over, as if her thoughts had wandered far away.
Wei Shuwan quickly regained her composure, smiled at her, and then raised the cup on the tea table to her in a toast: "Sister Pan, keep it up! I'm waiting for the day I start calling you 'Auntie'."
Pan Wenjun was slightly taken aback at first, then laughed out loud, raised her glass to clink with hers, and they both drank it down.
After leaving Fuquxuan, Wei Shuwan personally escorted Pan Wenjun to the door and arranged to return in two days for tea and conversation. However, as Wei Shuwan turned back, she unfortunately bumped into Wei Ping.
Although things were quite awkward between the two sides after the incident with the butterfly, Wei Shuwan still maintained basic etiquette and greeted her with a faint "Aunt".
Wei Ping nodded in agreement, then looked towards the gate and asked mysteriously, "Who was that elegant and dignified young lady just now?"
"Oh, that's the daughter of Protector-General Pan, the military governor of Weirong Army. She's a friend I just met," Wei Shuwan replied casually, without suspecting anything. However, to avoid trouble, she didn't mention the relationship between her uncle and Lady Pan.
However, after she left, Wei Ping stood there alone, staring at the door for a long time.
The daughter of the military governor of Weirong Army, isn't she a relative of Sun Xingjian's superior? Why is Sanya so eager to befriend her? Could it be that she wants to use this relationship to secure a more stable future for her uncle? After all, Sun Xingjian is already thirty-four years old and has become the Marquis of Pingyang County. He can no longer guard the border without any scruples as before.
But look at Madam Pan, she's much older than Third Sister. Can Third Sister's little bit of cunning really be used in front of her?
Worried about these things, Wei Ping thought that when Madam Pan came to visit again, she should take the opportunity to go to Fuquxuan and put in a good word for San Yatou. After all, she had heard that in noble circles, there was a social aspect to it, and only those who could win over the families of their husbands could be considered virtuous wives.
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Pan Wenjun was in high spirits as she left the Wei family mansion. She had come to Shengjing with her father, initially filled with curiosity and anticipation for the city's people and affairs. However, after interacting with them, she discovered that the socialites and heiresses of Shengjing were far too pretentious, requiring careful consideration of every word they spoke—completely different from her own. Wei Shuwan, on the other hand, was different from them; she liked her very much and she was the first friend she had made since arriving in Shengjing.
Since Wei Shuwan had asked her to come again in a couple of days, she naturally wouldn't break her promise!
Two days later, as expected, Pan Wenjun came to the Wei family as a guest again. She did not know that the phrase "in a couple of days" used by people in Shengjing was just a polite expression and did not refer to anything specific.
Wei Shuwan did indeed like Pan Wenjun's temperament. Since she had come, she naturally wanted to treat her well. Just as Zi Qiao and Miao Xiang went down to prepare tea and fruit, Wei Ping unexpectedly came to Fuquxuan with a large plate of exquisite fruit.
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