Chapter 326: Chapter 326: What... What Did You Dream About Me?
"Are you bullying Shen because of your status? Such a fragile girl she is, do you really have the audacity to target her?"
The Governor’s wife laughed angrily, even with an unspeakable bitterness, "Princely Heir, I haven’t done anything to her."
Ji Huo’s fragile girl clutched her chest in cooperation, leaning on Yan Mi. Her eyes trembled, biting her lower lip tightly, as if she had suffered an overwhelming sorrow.
...It didn’t look feigned at all.
The girl whispered softly, "It’s not the Governor’s wife’s fault."
She gasped hastily: "It’s just my body failing me."
Ji Huo was shocked: Look at this! Pushing someone to such a state, if something really happens, could Cui Yun let him off the hook?
Ji Ge was silent... What on earth did Cui Yun see in her?
Wei Yingying stared in disbelief.
So fragile, so fake, so pretentious, so... likeable.
The Governor’s wife was at a loss for breath, "You—"
The girl sniffled, then spoke softly again, "Sister Yan, your mother is quite scary, showing no remorse towards you, speaking even harsh words. The uninformed might think you were picked up from somewhere."
Her words somehow made Yan Mi feel dazed.
She...
The Governor’s wife’s face immediately turned grim.
"You girl, relying on having someone to protect you, dare to spout such nonsense?"
Shen Hua looked at her, nodded cutely, and with a dragging tone, said, "That is indeed something to be proud of."
She suddenly laughed, "Your natal family is just an ordinary one, you weren’t born lucky, but you were tough enough to survive an earthquake. That’s how you got your silks and satins now. Although Madam is not the best compared to others, she is more than sufficient when compared to those below."
"At your age, you should stop aiming too high. Compared to me, you’re likely not enough, but when it comes to who will pass away first, I’ll still have to give way to the elderly."
Ji Ge: ...Compared to this, Ji Huo isn’t much.
Always learning, after a few seconds of silence, Ji Huo took out paper and ink brush, and tried hard to jot down the offensive words, his handwriting crooked and skewed.
Yan Mi opened her mouth in surprise but couldn’t utter a word. Although those words were unpleasant to hear, they were also... true. Her mother couldn’t become an old demon.
"You’re Miss Shen, right." Duchess Wei quickly stepped forward again.
"Today is the Yan Family coming to see my son. Yet you’ve turned it into such a scene. Does the Marquis Yangling Mansion have any prejudices against the Wei Family?"
Shen Hua gave the stage to Ji Huo, bowed her head, and continued to cover her chest.
Ji Huo was angry, "Wasn’t she the cause of this matter? You didn’t say the Governor’s wife, but together with others, are you bullying my people right in front of me?"
Ji Ge reminded, "...Cui Yun’s person."
Of course, that was ignored.
"Wei Xiheng is just lying there on the couch, incapacitated. Did I prevent anyone from visiting?"
Wei Xiheng, burning up with anger, gave a light cough, still maintaining the posture of a cultured and refined scholar despite his swollen face.
"Princely Heir worry too much, I will be fine."
Even with everything ruined, he still doesn’t speak the truth.
Then, he apologized to the Governor’s wife, "I am disrespectful for being unable to pay my respects."
This way, he actually helped the Governor’s wife to calm down a bit.
"It doesn’t matter, nurturing your health is important. How can I blame you for that."
Ji Huo ’unfortunately’ knocked over a teacup.
’Clang’ went the sound.
The Governor’s wife, in the posture of an elder, expressed her concern, "This time coming over, I brought some nourishing gifts, hoping for your quick recovery, then we can discuss the marriage between the two families."
Ji Huo again ’accidentally’ knocked over a vase in the corner.
’Crash’ a loud noise.
"My intention is to move up the wedding date, to make arrangements as soon as possible. Mi is also very worried about you, and I have discussed this with her."
Yan Mi paused.
"Mother, when did you—"
The Governor’s wife glanced at her with a warning in her eyes, "A girl should be shy, but she is also willing."
Duchess Wei said with joy, "That’s naturally good."
Wei Xiheng also derived immense satisfaction from this matter. He then heard Ji Huo saying, "Even if you’re gone, your kind and compassionate mother-in-law is still willing to marry her daughter to you."
"Why talk about marrying a daughter? Might as well have Madam get a divorce letter from Commander Yan, and with drums and flutes marry into Duke Wei Mansion. I will personally preside over the wedding ceremony."
"Princely Heir, please be cautious with your words!"
"Stop the fuss, my fists are hard."
"Madam!" The steward strode over, his earlier deflated spirit completely changed.
The person he brought in was an acquaintance—Ji Qing.
Upon entering, Ji Qing only gave Shen Hua a salute, "Miss Shen, the Marquis is waiting for you outside."
Shen Hua uttered, "Then let him wait."
At her words, Ji Huo immediately cheered, "Hahaha. He has today too!"
"Heir Huo."
Ji Qing looked over properly, "If I remember correctly, you have yet to repay the 500 taels you borrowed from our master last time."
Ji Huo: ...
Ji Qing then looked towards Ji Ge.
Ji Ge was scared.
He shivered.
"Shen, you are wrong not to go out and meet Cui Yun."
"Go, go, go, I’ll escort you out!"
In front of Duke Mansion, the man stood tall and graceful, dignified and pristine. His red robe added a few shades of radiance to his eyebrows and eyes.
As soon as Shen Hua stepped over the threshold, he seemed to sense her presence and looked over. The girl slowly descended the stairs, finally stopping a foot away from Cui Yun.
"What brings you here?"
"I took a short nap at noon and had a dream."
Cui Yun spoke to Shen Hua in a gentle voice, "I dreamt our daughter missed her father."
Shen Hua, who thought he came to hold her accountable, was at a loss for words: ...
At such a young age, he sure knew how to dream.
The girl kept a straight face, "Is that so?"
He gazed at her again, "I also dreamt of you."
It didn’t surprise the girl.
"It’s only natural for you to dream of me since you’ve set your heart on me."
Ji Qing brought a footstool over, and she gracefully and aloofly climbed into the carriage.
As the carriage wheels rolled over the ground, the girl glanced at him, her embroidered shoes peeking out from under her skirt, leisurely drawing circles. She asked as if it was a casual afterthought, "And...what did you dream of me doing?"
Cui Yun did not hide it, he spoke slowly, "Cloudy hair complementing the fair face, the golden hairpin shines; in the warm lotus tent, spring nights are embraced."
Shen Hua suddenly widened her eyes. She lunged forward to cover Cui Yun’s lips with her hand. Fiercely threatening, she said, "If you continue to talk this nonsense, I will definitely sew your mouth up sooner or later."
Quickly, she realized the inappropriateness and hurriedly withdrew her hand.
"Miss Shen, could it be that you think there are truly gentlemen in this world?"
Shen Hua: "The men of this world are of two kinds, those swayed by lust and true gentlemen, I mistook you for the latter."
His eyes held a deep allure that could drown someone with just a few more glances. He spoke in a husky voice, "Swayed by lust?"
Cui Yun didn’t argue.
"Wrong, there are two kinds of men in this world; they should be categorized as fickle or True Love. The latter then has further distinctions."
"What are the distinctions?"
He pulled her close to him, forehead resting against hers. The girl instinctively held her breath in tension, momentarily forgetting to push him away.
His eyes were enthralling, inching down from the girl’s delicate eyebrows and eyes, over the poised nose, and finally landed on the rosy lips, he whispered, "Outwardly chaste, inwardly overcome by desire."
"Shen Hua, you should set a deadline. It’s not like you can wait a few more months to give birth, and have our daughter be still unrecorded in the family registry."
Shen Hua became somewhat anxious, her fingertips clenched tight and turning white, her body leaning backward. With the zeal of a consummate actor, she managed to voice a challenging question, "Is there...is there any possibility that I’m carrying a Nezha?"