Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 102 She Will Blame Herself and Cry

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 She Will Blame Herself and Cry

You Qing did not linger; once the ceremony was over, she left without saying anything to Shen Hua.

Shen Hua watched her coldly as she disappeared from sight.

"Miss Shen." Ningzhu timidly called out.

Shen Hua came back to her senses.

"Hmm?"

Ningzhu took out a handkerchief, on which she had put a lot of effort into embroidering flowers. Blushing with embarrassment, she said, "This is a coming-of-age ceremony gift from your servant. Although it’s modest, it’s the best embroidery I have done."

Shen Hua’s interest was piqued, and she even rarely complimented.

"My Ningzhu has truly skillful hands."

As she unfolded it, Shen Hua’s voice grew softer and softer. The last syllable turned into silence. She pointed to a spot with difficulty: "This chaotic stitch here is rather ingenious."

It was truly chaotic, not smooth at all, and even the embroidery thread was not straight, forming a lumpy mess.

Ningzhu: "This is a Yulan flower."

Shen Hua: "..." Very good.

She continued to smile and pointed to another spot.

"This is a unique butterfly, fluttering towards the Yulan flower, separated by the length of a fingernail. You also captured the essence."

Ningzhu felt somewhat disappointed.

"But this is the stamen."

Shen Hua: "..."

"It’s very well embroidered, but don’t do it again next time."

Yicui burst into laughter. The gift she gave was quite conventional—a wallet she had prepared for a long time. Inside were dried flower petals mixed with herbs, effective for soothing the mind.

At the end of the alley, a middle-aged man was squatting. He stood up only after You Qing came out, holding a box of pastries in his hand.

You Qing’s face showed a trace of a smile, taking it from him: "Have you been anxious waiting?"

"Not at all."

You Qing: "Mother-in-law has been suffering from toothache lately, unable to eat properly. How about making egg custard and tofu soup for lunch?"

The man was traditionally silent, following behind You Qing. His lips moved as if to say something, but it ended up as a single sentence.

"Miss Shen may be young. If she knew the true story of what happened back then, she would definitely..."

You Qing said softly, her tongue tasting unusually bitter.

"Should I tell her that my sister urged me to come to Shengjing? Back then, she also forced me to swear never to return. Or should I say that my sister and Zhi’er both fell from their horses and lost their lives, and I, dragging along a seven-month pregnancy, traveled laboriously by boat and cart, then during a sudden downpour, a landslide occurred, and I, along with the carriage, was swept into it, unable to reach Fengzhou and also losing the child."

Her husband dug her out with all his might.

It was nearly time for delivery, but the child was lost.

And she, not only unable to conceive again. Just healing from the injuries took a full year of bedrest. She was terribly depleted.

Her in-laws sold off their property just to buy her medicine, depleting even the best of their resources.

"They all say that Yangyang is bad-tempered, but I know this child has the softest heart. As long as you are kind to her, she would want to repay it several times over."

"But if she knew that those she thought were good to her were only acting out of guilt, she wouldn’t be able to handle it."

You Qing spoke indifferently.

"I actually feel both guilt and resentment. Over time, it has become a contradiction. I’d rather not face it, nor do I wish to have anything to do with the people and events of the past. I shouldn’t have appeared before her."

"Rather than letting her remember my bad side, I don’t want to let her know my suffering."

But people, where can they truly control themselves?

The little girl, her eyes red but pretending to be strong, truly made her uncomfortable.

This is Yangyang.

"Yangyang amidst the water lilies, reflecting against reeds," was the origin of her nickname.

In this matter, she is the victim, and so is Yangyang.

She looked towards her husband and smiled faintly.

"She will blame herself, she will cry."

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The low pressure in the pear garden dissipated; whether it was because Shen Hua received several coming-of-age gifts or met someone, no one knew.

Shen Hua swaggered off to First-tier Sky to dine. Then she encountered the distressed Yan Mi. The other’s face, that of a gentle beauty, bore traces of anxiety and unease.

Meeting Yan Mi here, Shen Hua was somewhat delighted. She approached with light steps: "What’s wrong with you?"

Yan Mi, with a downcast and dignified appearance, said, "Someone took away my wallet with my embroidery money."

Recently, her grandmother has been unwell, and she specifically went out to First-tier Sky to buy pastries.

"Who is it! Even snatching your silver? Doesn’t that person know you’re the daughter of the Governor Mansion’s Commander!"

How outrageous!!

Yan Mi: "He knows."

"Then how dare he!"

Yan Mi’s gentle voice responded: "It’s the Seventh Prince."

Shen Hua: ...Oh.

No wonder, it turns out to be that troublesome man Ji Ge.

"Where is he now?"

Yan Mi glanced behind her and said: "Inside, drinking."

Men and women should not interact rashly, she couldn’t just go in. She could only wait outside.

The maid behind Yan Mi softly added: "Miss Shen might not know, the silver itself isn’t of much value, but the wallet is something our lady cherishes greatly. It was given by an elder. It’s a keepsake to hold memories. She always takes great care of it, even when it’s washed pale, she keeps it with her every day."

Shen Hua slightly stunned.

The fabric of this wallet is very simple. It’s made of coarse cloth. It really doesn’t seem like something an elder of the Commander’s daughter from the Governor Mansion would give.

Everyone harbors secrets, let alone Yan Mi who is now at her wit’s end.

Shen Hua: "I will get it back for you."

Shen Hua pushed open the door of the private room, circled around the screen, and headed inside.

Ji Ge was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Upon hearing the commotion, he looked up: "Shen."

Ji Ge gestured grandly: "Come! Eat! It’s on me!"

Really, if it weren’t for knowing that Ji Ge had snatched her wallet, Shen Hua might have thought he was being generous.

A table full of food!

Yan Mi wasn’t able to hold him back, but considering Ji Ge’s notorious reputation outside, she couldn’t feel at ease about Shen Hua, Yan Mi bit her lip nervously and pursued her stubbornly.

Then, she saw Shen Hua enjoying the pastries with relish.

Shen Hua also warmly invited her: "Lady Yan, come over for the meal."

Shen Hua knew what she was worried about: "First-tier Sky private room is extremely discreet, besides, I am here. It’s your money, eating it is only right."

As she spoke, she looked at Ji Ge.

"The wallet holds special significance for Lady Yan, give it back to her."

Ji Ge looked dispirited, but was eventually easy to talk to.

He poured all the silver out of the wallet, not sparing even a single copper coin, before handing it back to Yan Mi.

Yan Mi, who just sat down beside Shen Hua after hesitating, was speechless: "..."

Shen Hua: "..." Aren’t you embarrassed!

This Ji Ge was obviously subdued. The hurt must’ve been immense.

Shen Hua held back very primly! Very casually!

"Tell your story."

Ji Ge, slightly inebriated, began to cry: "What’s there to say? It’s so aggrieving what I do as a prince. I’m just a big scapegoat. That’s what I deserve, isn’t it."

Without Shen Hua having to probe further, he started recounting his grievances one by one.

Clearly, he had a good memory.

"When I was five years old, that idiot Ji Cong was eight, he wet the bed and blamed it on me, saying I did it."

Shen Hua: "You denied it, right?"

Ji Ge: "What did I understand back then, I gave him a beating. The whole palace was saying it was me who was mortified. Just a prince of no consequence, Princess Consort Jing confined me for three days."

"Then at eight years old, he wet the bed again."

Shen Hua: "Did you beat him again?"

Ji Ge: "How could I dare hit him then? Perhaps Ji Cong himself knew it was shameful, he gave me one thousand taels of silver, threatening me to take the blame."

Shen Hua sympathized: "You couldn’t stand the threats, I understand. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself."

Ji Ge in painful reflection: "No! It was temptation I couldn’t resist."

Ji Ge: "Last night, he did it again!"

Shen Hua: ...So is he a moat, flowing endlessly?

Shen Hua: "So, did you take the blame?"

Ji Ge: "...I did."

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