Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 162: Will Cover My Beauty

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Will Cover My Beauty

The disturbance outside brought joy to Shen Hua’s heart and soul, and she hadn’t vomited blood for several days.

And the number of people going to Juchao Pavilion had visibly decreased rapidly, its reputation shattered, with Shen Qu’s infamy spreading far and wide.

The sky was gloomy, and large raindrops fell straight down, the wicked wind crazily whipping the branches outside the courtyard. In a moment, the ground was moist.

The Imperial Concubine Chair in the schoolroom was empty at the moment, Shen Hua propped up the window, resting her chin on her hands.

Inside the room, Cui Rong was reading the "Three Character Classic" in a childish voice, outside the howling wind accompanied by the sudden rain cried out, yet they were oddly harmonious.

"Since Miss Shen has come, why not practice some calligraphy?"

The teacher, seeing that she was truly idle, couldn’t help but speak.

Cui Rong: "Hmph! She fishes for three days and dries the net for two! Can her writing even look better than mine?"

Shen Hua gave her a glance: "Have you been getting arrogant these past few days?"

The little dumpling raised her head high, making a fierce face.

"What are you doing here today? You don’t study every time you come!"

Shen Hua spat out a few words: "To annoy you."

Cui Rong: Then you have achieved your goal.

Shen Hua did not refute the teacher’s suggestion, and she walked back.

Ji Xin, seeing this, skillfully lifted her sleeves and started grinding the ink stick in the inkstone, making circles, grinding the ink finely.

Shen Hua spread out the Xuan paper, dipped her brush in the ink, and casually wrote a few characters. They were exactly what Cui Rong was just reading.

The characters were compact, graceful and beautiful, a fine example of tiny regular script with floral embellishments.

Shen Hua thought for a moment, then raised her eyes and glanced at Cui Rong.

With just a few strokes, the little girl’s outline became clear and bright. An embroidery artisan naturally knows how to draw.

The teacher nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

Upon hearing Shen Hua being praised, Cui Rong craned her neck to look over, just as Shen Hua stopped writing.

"Why didn’t you draw my eyes?"

Shen Hua looked at her somberly.

"Tired."

Cui Rong: ...

She wrote twelve characters and casually drew an outline, all in just a moment.

So, she really detests Shen Hua!!!

Especially hearing the teacher say indulgently: "Then take a rest."

Cui Rong frustratedly spread out the fourth paper, having already filled three before it.

"Teacher, can I rest?"

The teacher looked at her kindly: "Commandery Princess must finish writing five sheets before leaving the school."

Rather than showing Cui Rong’s dejection, joy was present between Shen Hua’s brows.

The rain didn’t seem to lessen, and the thunder sounded as though it could split the heavens. The heavenly river burst its banks, and the rain poured furiously.

After leaving the school, Shen Hua stood despairingly under the eaves.

It was fine when she came, but now she couldn’t return.

Cui Rong was beside her.

Cui Rong: "Seeing you unhappy makes me happy."

She even uttered a harsh word: "Best if it rains all night! No one should think about leaving!"

The teacher: ...

Shen Hua: ...

It was at this moment that Cui Yun came.

The man held an umbrella, his body mostly wet.

These past few days had been busy at the Ministry of Justice, and he had nearly lived there, hence Shen Hua had not seen him for many days.

Cui Yun, returning home early for once, changed into casual clothes before coming here.

The violent wind puffed up his red robe, the man looking immaculate and composed like a crane, his finely patterned black boots stepping on the bluestone pavement, splashing water around without a hint of disarray.

Cui Yun entered, his hem dripping water.

His gaze briefly met Shen Hua’s before moving away.

"The rain seems unlikely to stop. Teacher, perhaps you should stay at Marquis Mansion tonight."

The teacher had no choice but to agree.

Cui Yun’s voice, accompanied by the ’swish swish’ of the rain, sounded even more refreshing.

"Ji Qing, take the teacher to the side room to rest, and then send someone to inform the teacher’s family."

He had taken care of everything.

"Yes."

Ji Qing handed over a raincoat and bamboo hat, then also provided an umbrella.

"Teacher, please follow me."

As he spoke, Cui Yun had already bent down, gently helping Cui Rong put on the raincoat.

Cui Rong frowned: "Do I have to wear this?"

"Listen."

Cui Yun: "If you get drenched in the rain and catch a chill, you will have to take medicine again."

Upon hearing about taking medicine, Cui Rong became obedient.

She obediently let Cui Yun dress her up neatly, not forgetting to provocatively glance at Shen Hua beside her.

Then she heard Cui Yun speak.

"Yingwu, take the Commandery Princess back."

Cui Rong: ???

She incredulously asked, "Isn’t Second Uncle sending me back?"

Then, she saw Cui Yun walking towards Shen Hua.

Cui Rong clenched her little fists: !!!

With one hand, Yingwu steadily carried Cui Rong and with the other held the umbrella.

As she stepped into the rain curtain, she consoled, "Your Highness, rest assured, I will safely escort you back."

On this side, Shen Hua held a heater, her hair blown into disarray by the wind, and Yicui fetched a raincoat she kept resisting.

"Miss Shen."

Shen Hua retorted in a muffled voice, "Not wearing it."

"The little princess is wearing it."

"Then I’m even less likely to wear it. That little ghost just provoked me!"

Yicui felt a headache coming on just when a man’s cold voice suddenly resonated from behind.

"Not planning to go back?"

Shen Hua was very serious. Her eyes fixated on the raincoat woven from brown zong leaves. Intended as rain gear naturally split into a jacket and a skirt to cover the back, it was stitched together, and the collar was edged with tender zong leaves.

"It’s too ugly."

"It would hide my beauty."

Shen Yangyang’s intention to resist was clear.

Cui Yun indifferently glanced at Yicui. Then he raised his hand.

Yicui hurriedly presented the raincoat.

Shen Hua frowned.

"You’re not wearing it, why should I?"

The man slowly approached as if he hadn’t heard, his lips moved slightly, and indifferently uttered two words: "It won’t."

Shen Hua was startled. Only after a delayed reaction did she realize Cui Yun was responding to her earlier statement.

—It would hide my beauty.

—It won’t.

A smile involuntarily curled up the corners of Shen Hua’s mouth, but fearing Cui Yun would see it, she tried to smooth it out.

She kept her face stern, lifting her chin slightly, exuding the dignity and grace of a noblewoman.

"Hmm."

"Cousin speaks the truth."

"Even if I am dressed shabbily and wear torn clothes, it won’t tarnish my looks!"

Cui Yun: ...

It’s not to that extent.

"So, can you wear it now?"

Heart brimming with joy from those two words, Shen Hua reluctantly nodded.

Just as she was about to take it, she saw Cui Yun calmly say.

"I’ll help you."

Shen Hua was silent for a moment.

Cousin is her own family, and she was ill.

The girl naturally stepped forward, raising her arms: "Oh."

Cui Yun’s movements were unhurried and elegant. He carefully draped it over her, pressing down her black hair.

The straps were tied in two places, one around the waist and one at the chest.

Cui Yun deftly tied the waistband and reached up with his hand.

She was dressed warmly; the girl’s attractive figure was completely and securely covered, leaving no room for imagination.

Shen Hua lowered her eyes, observing the two beautifully consistent knots, when suddenly an umbrella handle was handed over, which she took.

Before Shen Hua could react, feeling a sudden tightening around her waist and the world spinning, a force lifted her off the ground. In the next moment, she found herself on Cui Yun’s back.

The man’s hands, through the raincoat, rested at the position of Shen Hua’s legs. This was the first time the girl was consciously treated this way, inevitably feeling flustered. Her lips, brushed with Lipstick, almost touched the man’s slender neck.

She instinctively leaned back slightly, only to be pulled back by Cui Yun.

"Don’t move."

Shen Hua murmured, her voice light yet filled with panic: "Cousin."