Chapter 52 No Debts Between Us
The next day, Meng Qingci woke up later than usual. Just after finishing breakfast, she saw Zhu Youyi walk in carrying the child.
The little guy had a pair of big, dark grape-like eyes. As soon as he saw Meng Qingci, he immediately wriggled in his mother's arms, wanting to get down. The moment his feet touched the ground, he took short, quick steps and rushed towards Meng Qingci, burying his head in her arms and calling out in a soft, sweet voice, "Daddy, hug me!"
Meng Qingci's heart softened at that call. He bent down and gently pulled the little guy into his arms, affectionately ruffling the top of his head. He said in a tender, indulgent tone, "Where did you go running around this morning? Look at all that sweat."
Meng Qingci placed the little one on the couch, took the plain handkerchief handed to her by Zhu Youyi, and carefully wiped the fine sweat from the little one's forehead and neck.
Children are most sensitive to the emotions and attitudes others have towards them, especially their beloved father. Cen Yichu felt that his father was exceptionally different today, radiating a soft and approachable aura. He couldn't help but reach out his little arms and tightly wrap them around Meng Qingci's neck, pressing his warm cheek against it and thinking: Father smells so good!
Cen Yichu muttered to herself, "My mother just took me to the street for breakfast."
Zhu Youyi stood to one side, her back to her son. She secretly gave Meng Qingci a wink, then couldn't help but dab her eyes with a handkerchief. Her heart ached with a mixture of sadness and tenderness. She thought to herself, "How could anyone bear to dislike such a wonderful eldest son?" She couldn't help but glare at Meng Qingci in amusement, scolding her for being too heartless.
She quickly covered up her son's words, teasing him, "How dare you say that? You were the one who begged me to go, weren't you? But when you heard your father was still at home, you didn't even eat breakfast properly and started clamoring to come back." Then, half-complaining and half-indulgently, she said to Meng Qingci, "You don't know, he ran back by himself, through two whole alleys. Your son has a father but has forgotten his mother."
Meng Qingci sat down on the couch, pulled her son onto her lap, gently pinched his little nose, and sighed, "You mustn't run around like that again next time. If you get lost, you won't be able to come home."
After saying that, she suddenly turned her face stern, made a fierce expression at the child, and let out an exaggerated "howl": "Do you remember what your father said? There are wild wolves outside that prey on children who run around. Once they are taken away, they will never see their parents again."
Cen Yichu was not afraid at all. Instead, she giggled and snuggled into her arms, exposing the lie in her childish voice: "Father is lying. There are no wild wolves at all. They are all human traffickers."
Meng Qingci looked up at Zhu Youyi. Zhu Youyi was sitting opposite her, holding a cup of tea. When she saw Meng Qingci looking at her, she quickly waved her hand and said, "Don't look at me. I didn't teach him. Your son is like you. Don't underestimate him because he's young. He's very clever."
Meng Qingci bounced her rather heavy son. The little guy was so round and chubby that it made her legs go numb. She didn't argue with her son, but just held him tighter and asked patiently, "Who told you that?"
Cen Yichu puffed out her little chest and said proudly, "That day when the slave trader came to my house, I overheard him talking to the manager! He said, 'Don't look at anyone who has a fever, but is well-dressed and has fair skin. Don't look at anyone who has a fever,' and he also said, 'If they are about the same age, have the manager buy them and they'll be my study companion!'"
The two-year-old was mimicking words so well that he shook his head and swayed his body, making Meng Qingci smile. She gently tapped his forehead and said, "You little rascal, don't sneak off next time. You have to bring someone with you, understand?"
"I understand." Cen Yichu nodded obediently, but in her heart she thought: If I don't sneak over, how can I hear such interesting things?
Zhu Youyi, who was standing to the side, heard this and her face darkened. She was completely unaware of this matter. She said with a grim expression, "You left late today, spend more time with your son. He didn't eat much this morning, I'll go make him a bowl of bird's nest porridge."
Only after Zhu Youyi left did Cen Yichu timidly raise her little face, her dark, grape-like eyes blinking as she whispered, "Father, is Mother angry?"
Meng Qingci didn't expect her son to be such a character, and couldn't help but laugh: "Since you know this, you should behave yourself from now on. Your mother is usually busy, and if you act like this, she will only blame herself for not taking good care of you."
Cen Yichu nodded her little head earnestly and asked, "Daddy, I'm two years old now. Can I stop using my wet nurse? Can I have that new baby play with me? He's so sick because he has a fever and doesn't remember anything from before."
Meng Qingci's eyes darkened slightly. She stroked her son's hair and readily agreed, "Okay."
The little one was immediately overjoyed, throwing himself into her arms. Listening to his father's heartbeat and smelling his scent, he mumbled, "Father is the best. I love Father the most."
Meng Qingci's body stiffened for a moment, her throat felt dry, and a sour feeling spread through her heart. This child was obtained through manipulation and scheming, and she should make it up to him instead of taking her anger out on him or distancing herself from him. She had indeed wronged him in the past.
But her son's dark, deep eyes looked so much like Fu Heng's. Whenever the child gazed at her, it was as if Fu Heng was silently questioning her: Why did you lie to him? It terrified her.
As soon as Zhu Youyi stepped out the door, with just a glance, her trusted servants understood and covered the wet nurse's mouth before she could even beg for mercy, dragging her straight to the front yard.
Zhu Youyi moved with a swift, breezy gait, her pleated skirt billowing as if leaving a blur, the gold and kingfisher feather hairpin adorning her hair swaying rapidly. Her delicate face was clouded with worry, almost dripping with tears.
When Pearl, the personal maid, saw her mistress first become angry and then a sinister smile appeared on her lips, she knew that this matter would not be handled lightly.
Upon arriving at the front yard, Pearl immediately ordered her servants to place the wet nurse on a long bench and hurriedly sent a servant to summon the steward.
Steward Cen was once a maidservant to Zhu Youyi's mother. Zhu Youyi brought him out of the Zhu family and made him the steward of the Cen residence. He has always been somewhat respectable in front of Zhu Youyi.
Seeing Zhu Youyi sitting upright in the porch, her face as cold as frost, Steward Cen couldn't help but shudder. In the past, after the master passed away, the eldest young lady had been very patient and forbearing in the Zhu family. But since returning to the Cen family, in the past two years, the eldest young lady's methods have become more and more efficient and ruthless, and her thoughts have become more and more deep and unpredictable.
Outsiders all say that since the eldest daughter has taken in a son-in-law, he must rely on the Cen family and depend on his wife, and is very afraid of her. But they don't know that in the Cen family, the eldest daughter is almost completely obedient to her son-in-law.
Logically speaking, after what happened with the Zhu family, the eldest daughter should be very wary and wouldn't easily trust anyone, let alone a man who married into the family. Not only did the eldest daughter marry into the family, but according to him, she only trusted this son-in-law, making him even more unable to understand her.
Zhu Youyi glanced at Steward Cen, ignoring him, and simply picked up her fan and waved it lightly, watching the wet nurse being beaten with a board with an icy gaze.
Seeing Zhu Youyi's chest heaving violently, Pearl knew that her master was furious; the young master was now her Achilles' heel.
Seeing that Steward Cen was still lost in thought, unable to distinguish the seriousness of the matter, Pearl said coldly, "Steward Cen, the young lady trusts you, which is why she put you in charge of the manor. Are you senile now? You can't even enter the backyard, and you can't even keep a close watch on the front yard? The young master is running around in the yard, are you all blind? Don't you and the slave trader keep a distance?"
Steward Cen was startled. He glanced at the wet nurse, who was being beaten and groaning with her mouth gagged. He realized that the wet nurse must have been distracted and hadn't been watching the young master properly, allowing him to run out and see him buying and selling things with the slave traders. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing three times: "This old servant has failed Madam. This old servant begs Madam to give this old servant a chance. This old servant will definitely punish them properly."
Zhu Youyi didn't look at him. The only sound in the courtyard was the 'slap slap' of the cane being struck, which sent chills down Steward Cen's spine.
Pearl shouted to stop only after the twenty strokes of the cane had been completed and the wet nurse had fainted.
Zhu Youyi waved the round fan in her hand and glanced at the wet nurse on the bench with disgust: "Drag her away and send her to the mine. She won't be able to get out until she's dead."
The servants responded immediately and swiftly dragged the limp wet nurse away like a dead dog.
The blood from the cut on Butler Cen's forehead stained the ground, and he felt a cold wind whistling down his back.
Zhu Youyi stared at him for a long time, seeing him trembling all over. After she calmed down, she said, "Considering that your son is now very influential in Zhaoqing Prefecture, I will let you off this time. But you must know that although the Cen family is not a high-ranking family, it cannot be so lenient as to be like a sieve. If there is a next time, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship. If you feel that you are old and frail, you can collect your money now and go home to retire."
Steward Cen's son was being given important responsibilities, so how could he leave at this time? Upon hearing his master say that he would be spared, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Ignoring the wound on his forehead, he kowtowed repeatedly: "This old servant understands! I will never do it again! Thank you for your kindness, Madam! Thank you for your mercy, Madam!"
Inside the main house of the inner courtyard, Meng Qingci tried her best to banish all traces of Fu Heng from her mind. Holding her son, she asked again, "Did your wet nurse bully you?"
Cen Yichu shook her little head and wrinkled her nose, as if trying to figure out where to begin. Her serious little expression made Meng Qingci laugh.
The little guy's face fell, and he looked even more like Fu Heng. He said seriously, "She always tells me in private that since I drank her milk, I am her son, and I should be as filial to her as I am to my mother. She also said that her son is my milk brother, which is my own brother. Because of me, my milk brother didn't get a drop of her milk, and I owe my milk brother something. She told me to be good to my milk brother in the future and to give him all the good things."
Meng Qingci frowned, never expecting that her seemingly honest and timid wet nurse would have such ambitions.
Then I heard my son say, "But she clearly took our monthly allowance, I don't owe her anything."
Meng Qingci patted her son's head. She didn't have those old-fashioned ideas. She patted her son's back reassuringly and praised him, "My son is so smart. He didn't let her intimidate you. She's an employee of our family. The money was paid on time. You don't owe her anything. She was the one who wanted to bully you."
Hearing his father praise him, Cen Yichu happily showed off again: "It's because she's greedy, swallowing a snake..."
Meng Qingci laughed and said, "Human greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."
Cen Yichu blushed and chuckled along with her father, thinking to herself: I know that too.
"Stop bothering your father, come and drink your bird's nest porridge." Zhu Youyi brought in the bird's nest porridge and saw the father and son laughing happily. A smile involuntarily appeared on her face, and her tone softened a bit: "What are you talking about that makes you so happy?"
Upon hearing the sound, Cen Yichu obediently slid off Meng Qingci's lap, sat properly on his little flower stool, and looked up, waiting for his mother to feed him.
He had actually disliked being fed for a long time, but his mother seemed to be upset just now, so he endured it and tried to cheer her up.
Meng Qingci then recounted what had just happened, which angered Zhu Youyi so much that she almost threw down her bowl. She said bitterly, "So vicious! She dared to instigate my son. Sending her to the mine is too lenient a punishment."
Meng Qingci was well aware of the wet nurse's fate. She wasn't exactly a saint either. If the wet nurse could instigate this to the child today, who knew what she might do in the future? She didn't think Zhu Youyi had gone too far; she was quite hard-hearted these days.
Skipping over these details, I told Zhu Youyi that we would no longer find a wet nurse for our son, but would arrange another playmate for him. Since our son is precocious, we can slowly teach him to recognize some simple words.
Meng Qingci had taken Zhu Youyi's words to heart last night, and today she also felt that she owed her son. She played with the little guy for a long time and then coaxed him to sleep before leaving the mansion.
In a private room on the second floor of the theater, Meng Qingci was watching intently through the window. On the stage, the melodious sound of orchestral music rose and fell, and a love story between a scholar and a female ghost was being performed. The female ghost tossed her water sleeves lightly, her eyes were as flowing as water, and her voice was full of tears and affection.
When Gu Huaixu pushed open the door to the private room, he saw Meng Qingci leaning against the window, engrossed in tapping the windowsill in time with the music, completely unaware of his movement. A smile involuntarily curved his lips. Without making a sound to disturb her, he quietly walked over and sat down opposite her.
After the performance downstairs ended, the audience erupted in applause, and Meng Qingci finally snapped out of her reverie. Turning her head, she saw Gu Huaixu sitting opposite her, leisurely sipping tea. She was slightly taken aback: "When did you arrive? Why didn't you say anything?" Gu Huaixu looked up, a doting smile in his eyes: "Seeing you so engrossed in the performance, I didn't want to disturb your enjoyment."
Meng Qingci looked slightly uncomfortable and turned her face away: "Heh, are you making fun of me?"
Gu Huaixu: "When have I ever laughed at you? I just didn't want to spoil your mood, as it's rare to see you so relaxed."
As the two were talking, they heard a knock on the door, and a woman's soft voice came from inside: "I heard that Master Jin has arrived, so I have come to pay my respects."
Meng Qingci: "Come in!"
The door to the private room was pushed open, and the woman, still dressed, was the same 'female ghost' who had just been on stage, her voice melodious and captivating. Her eyes were alluring, and she glanced at Jin Yunnian with a seductive look before gracefully lowering her gaze to Meng Qingci, saying, "It is thanks to Master Jin's guidance that I have the opportunity to become a star. Your presence is already a great honor, how could I ask you to spend money on a reward? I would feel guilty."
Meng Qingci leaned back casually in his chair, unfolded his folding fan with a flourish, waved it elegantly, and said with a charming smile, "You have talent, and I couldn't bear to let it go to waste. It's also your own hard work. I'm here, so of course I have to support you. If you really want to thank me, then have a drink!"
"I have no way to repay your great kindness, Master Jin. I will respectfully accept your offer." This was a woman who was very good at reading people's expressions. She also knew that too much was as bad as too little. She tactfully stepped forward, poured herself a cup of wine, and drank it down. Knowing that there were other people present, she figured there must be something to discuss. She didn't want to pester them any longer, so she excused herself and left.
The private room fell silent for a moment, with only the woman's sweet, powdery scent lingering between them.
After a long silence, Gu Huaixu sighed and asked, "You really think you're a man?"
Meng Qingci shrugged: "If I don't act convincingly, how can people believe me?"
Meng Qingci didn't want to get entangled with him on this, so she asked him instead, "What brings you to me today?"
Gu Huaixu lowered his eyelashes, straightened his lips, and said in a calm voice, "Can't I ask you out if there's nothing wrong?"
Meng Qingci lowered his eyes, closed his folding fan, twirled it twice, and placed it on the table. He said truthfully, "Given your current status, it would be quite inconvenient for a commoner like me who works as an interpreter to meet you all the time."
Seeing Meng Qingci's expressionless face and hearing her words, Gu Huaixu felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He clenched his fist, stared at her for a long time, and finally gave in, his voice low and hoarse with a hint of pleading: "I've given you everything you wanted. Can't I even see you once?"
Gu Yuchen transmigrated over a year ago and became Gu Huaixu, the eldest son of Grand Tutor Gu. He later transferred himself from the Censorate to the Ministry of Rites. Soon after, when envoys from foreign countries came to pay tribute, he was ordered to go south to Guangzhou to oversee the receipt of tribute.
She happened to meet Jin Yunnian, a broker and interpreter who was already quite famous in the commercial district. Others could not recognize her true identity, but he recognized her at a glance.
Only then did he understand why he had traveled to this world. Since her death in the plane crash, his health had deteriorated. Without her, the world seemed to have lost all its color. He was filled with regret and thought of her every moment until he exhausted his last drop of blood and died suddenly in the laboratory.
Meng Qingci sighed: "We are partners. I've set aside a share of the profits for you. The Gu family is a clean slate, and there will always be times when you need money."
Gu Huaixu was furious with her: "Did I give you the formula for the money?"
Meng Qingci turned her head and calmly faced him, saying, "Just consider it a blessing for the people, after all, this place is too backward."
Gu Huaixu took a deep breath, knowing her temper and not wanting to be led by the nose by her, and asked again, "You can't keep doing this, don't you have any other plans?"
Meng Qingci: "What plans? Aren't I doing well right now?"
Gu Huaixu took a deep breath, his eyes filled with deep affection, no longer concealing his intentions: "You can't stay a man forever. It's inconvenient for a woman like you to be out in the world. Why don't you come back with me? I'll marry you, and with this identity..."
“Brother Yuchen,” Meng Qingci interrupted him softly.
Gu Huaixu's heart trembled. This sound seemed to come from a lifetime ago. Since their reunion, she had never called him that again. He clenched his fist with uncontrollable excitement, then slowly opened it, his fingertips trembling slightly with emotion.
Meng Qingci lowered her eyes and did not look at him, her voice cold and indifferent: "Women here can only be trapped in the inner quarters. This is not the life I want. Let's not talk about that for now. Now that you are from the Gu family, how will you explain it if you take me back? The Gu family will not accept a woman of unknown origin or who has been a maid as the wife of the Gu family's most outstanding eldest son. Do you want me to be a concubine?"
Gu Huaixu's heart sank, and he hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant. How could I possibly want to wrong you?"
“I’m doing fine now.” Meng Qingci continued, “But you, given the current situation, you should go back. Fu Heng has already figured out the secret and will make a move soon. You are now Gu Huaixu, so you should at least try to gain some merit by supporting the new emperor.”
"What use are all those things if you're not here?" Gu Huaixu's heart, tormented for years, finally could not bear it any longer. He said sadly, "I know I'm late. You've suffered a lot. Qingci, I like you. Give me a chance."
He petitioned the court because of her, and was allowed to remain in his post there.
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingci looked back at Gu Huaixu with her clear, calm eyes, peering into his soul through his face that was almost identical to Gu Yuchen's. She said very calmly, "You didn't say this when you rejected me before."
Upon hearing this, Gu Huaixu felt a sharp pain in his heart. His usual gentle composure vanished, and he said humbly, "I was wrong before. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have..."
He couldn't continue speaking. He had a premonition that if he told the truth, he wouldn't get her forgiveness.
That year, he discovered that Qingci had changed a lot from before. Gu Yuchen had Gu Huaixu's memories from before. He dared not ask her more, nor did he dare to think about how much suffering the once pampered eldest daughter of the Meng family had endured here.
After their reunion, she showed him no attachment whatsoever, nor did she have the same admiration or respect she once had. She only wanted to use him. He could only seize every opportunity to get closer to her. He had already missed one chance, and he absolutely could not allow himself to be foolish again.
Meng Qingci said coldly, "Shouldn't have done what? Shouldn't you have taken advantage of my feelings? Or shouldn't you have used my trust to keep me hanging? Or perhaps, after I die, you regret it and feel that you shouldn't have refused my advances?"
Gu Huaixu was startled, a hint of undisguised shock flashing across his eyes. He never expected that Meng Qingci would see through his deepest, darkest, and most secret thoughts.
He suddenly turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "I am unworthy of you, and I have tainted your true heart."
At this moment, Meng Qingci truly wanted to thank Fu Heng. If it weren't for him planting the incense for her, she probably wouldn't have been able to face Gu Yuchen calmly. As long as she saw Gu Yuchen's sorrowful eyes, she wouldn't be able to harden her heart, let alone say such hurtful things.
That year, to save her, he pushed her away, but he himself was hit by a car and became unable to walk, confined to a wheelchair. She always felt guilty. Later, she fell in love with him and mustered the courage to confess her feelings, wanting to be with him, but he refused because of his physical condition.
She had always been stubborn since childhood, and once she set her mind on something, she would never turn back, no matter how hard she tried. She felt that they had been together for nearly twenty years, he had taken care of her when she was young, and tutored her when she was a teenager. They had been together for so long and their feelings were so deep. She thought that as long as she was willing to wait, he would eventually figure things out. But when her plane crashed, she never got to hear the answer.
She had boundless enthusiasm back then, and would always pester him when she wasn't on stage. She even boldly sat on his legs, which were already numb, and wouldn't get off no matter how much he scolded her.
Looking back now, I realize how incredibly foolish I was. Every time he used an excuse to distract the other men around her, and every time he made her focus her attention solely on him, she never noticed the tricks he was using on her.
Those dirty, forced, and dark thoughts were laid bare in the sunlight, making the usually gentle and composed Gu Yuchen so embarrassed that he dared not look up at Meng Qingci.
He didn't want to be a burden to this girl he liked and loved deeply, but he couldn't bear to watch her love someone else. The thought of her leaving him to love another man drove him to the brink of madness with jealousy. So, taking advantage of her affection and trust, he despicably deceived her, possessed her, and forbade her from liking anyone else or reciprocating her feelings.
Meng Qingci smiled lightly and said, "I've paid back what I owed you. We're even now. You've also paid back what you owed me. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
Gu Huaixu's eyes suddenly turned red, his gaze almost bursting. He abruptly pulled the person into his arms, as if he wanted to meld the person into his very bones. Every word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth: "No, you can't be so cruel. I was wrong before. Give me a chance. I can't live without you."
This embrace, which had once made Meng Qingci fall into countless times, where every touch used to make her heartstrings tremble, now felt nothing to her. In fact, she had already let go of this relationship before planting the incense.
But she thought, inertia is hard to change. If she hadn't planted the incense, would she still feel palpitations right now?
Her silence drove Gu Huaixu to utter madness. He recklessly sought her lips; she had once kissed him first. Now he was a complete person, able to stand proudly beside her, to offer her support, and to be her man.
Meng Qingci didn't move. She hadn't tried asking anyone to try it yet, and she still had a sense of curiosity about cultivating incense.
Gu Huaixu didn't want to vent his personal desires. He almost instantly sensed the aloofness and indifference that Meng Qingci exuded from the bottom of her bones. Even if she no longer loved him, they were still the closest people in each other's lives, yet he couldn't feel a trace of her warmth or affection.
Gu Huaixu pulled away from the two of them in despair, his eyes filled with broken melancholy.
Meng Qingci simply smiled and said, "I've been planted with incense. Apart from the person who planted it for me, I can't possibly have any feelings for anyone else. Now it seems that's true."
Gu Huaixu's hand, which was holding her slender shoulder, trembled uncontrollably. Although he didn't know what "Zhongxiang" was, he understood the meaning behind her words. He suppressed his heartache and asked, "Who is it?"
Meng Qingci sighed softly, "You don't need to know." After saying that, she broke free from him, turned around and left, saying before opening the door, "Go back to the capital as soon as possible. We must live, and only when we are alive can we meet again."
Gu Huaixu did not pursue the matter further; he knew this was her attitude.
As Meng Qingci stepped out of the theater and was about to walk towards her own carriage, a luxurious carriage slowly approached and stopped right in front of her.
The carriage curtain was slightly lifted, revealing Chen Junyan's face. A hint of surprise flashed across Meng Qingci's eyes, then she smiled and cupped her hands, saying, "What a coincidence, meeting Seventh Brother here? Is Seventh Brother here to watch the opera?"
Chen Junyan glanced at the opera house behind Jin Yunnian and smiled knowingly, "Zimin, you're in a good mood. Why don't you join me for a few drinks?" He thought to himself: It's true that Jin Yunnian is a womanizer; I really did run into him at the opera house.
Meng Qingci didn't want to have too much contact with him, feeling that Chen Junyan was too close to Fu Heng. She made an excuse, saying, "Oh, no..."
Chen Junyan pressed down on his lips, his expression slightly cold and stern, and scoffed, "What? You said you'd spend time with me another day, was Zimin just trying to trick me?"
Knowing he couldn't refuse Chen Junyan any longer, Meng Qingci immediately smiled and said, "Since Seventh Brother is in such a good mood, I will certainly keep you company. However, it's a bit lonely for us to drink alone. Why don't we invite Hongxiao to dance a song to liven things up?"
Chen Junyan smiled slightly, but his gaze left no room for argument: "No need, the two of us are enough."
He had just seen Jin Yunnian and Minister Gu of the Ministry of Rites in a private room on the second floor of the theater. The two seemed quite at ease as they talked, not like strangers, but rather quite familiar with each other. But after a short while, the window of the private room was gently closed, and there was no sound for a long time afterward.
He couldn't help but feel suspicious: Even if Jin Yunnian was fluent in foreign languages, he was still just an interpreter. What ability did he have to make Lord Gu from the capital treat him differently? What were the two of them discussing in the private room? If it was really important, why would they be in a crowded theater?
Meng Qingci's smile faded almost imperceptibly as she pondered Chen Junyan's intentions. Before she could think further, Chen Junyan calmly said, "There's no need to prepare another carriage; just come up and ride with me."
Meng Qingci was suspicious, but could only agree. He then turned to his attendant Yan Jiang and instructed his own carriage to follow behind.
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Author's Note: Fu Heng: Someone's eyeing my wife, waiting online, it's urgent! [crying emoji]
Meng Qingci: Just wait and see. [eye roll]
Yesterday's and today's updates, plus the day before yesterday's rest day. Thank you for waiting for me, thank you for urging me, thank you for your support.
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