Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 42 How Pitiful the Crying Is

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 How Pitiful the Crying Is

The human condition includes a broad spectrum of ugliness. Cui Yun scrutinized Shen Hua, with not a hint of pity in his eyes. Following that, he displayed a distant smile, which only made his imposing and rugged elegance stand out all the more.

How pitiful her crying seemed.

Her face, marked by the traces of freshly shed tears, her delicate and translucent white neck, and her hands, gripping him in fear of being abandoned until they turned pale, accentuating the thin, blue veins beneath the skin.

So pitiful that he wanted to destroy her.

"Mother."

Her muffled cry was filled with the despair of fearing abandonment.

Yet, Cui Yun decisively retracted his sleeve.

The fabric of his clothing, embroidered with fine, subtle patterns, suddenly rubbed against her, leaving red marks on Shen Hua’s palm. It hurt her, but she also knew, through her choking sobs, to hold back.

Ji Ge: "Be gentle!"

"With the way you are, how could the Commander bear to promise his daughter to you?"

"You spend all day at the Ministry of Justice or reading those saintly books; while you have gained accomplishments, your temperament is cold and rigid, only knowing how to keep up appearances. You don’t compare to me at all when it comes to understanding human relationships and worldly affairs."

In Ji Ge’s view, Cui Yun was nothing but a hypocrite right now.

If it were the Cui Yun of the past, whether wicked or full of cunning schemes, at least his joys and angers were plain to see on his face.

Yicui and Nanny Cheng exchanged glances but ultimately dared not say a word.

Cui Yun smoothed out the wrinkles in his sleeve. As if even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed, he would remain unruffled.

"The Seventh Prince’s criticism is well-received. I shall indeed be cautious and prudent in my speech and actions."

As he spoke, he calmly took out a small and exquisite jade bottle from his bosom and poured out a milky white medicine pill.

"Make her take this."

Nanny Cheng hurriedly took it but didn’t dare feed it to Shen Hua: "This..."

Shen Hua’s health was really too fragile; she feared a clash of medicines, as even the food she had to eat would need to be approved by the Medical Staff.

Nanny Cheng dared not feed her recklessly.

Very few ever went against Cui Yun’s commands.

Back then, when an imperial decree was issued and Cui Yun was appointed as the Minister of Ministry of Justice, many in the Ministry of Justice were discontented.

First: Cui Yun was still very young and had no significant accomplishments. Even if he was talented, when people talked about him, they mostly spoke of his father and brothers’ valor and prowess in battle.

Second, the second-in-command, Jiang Zhao, had already served as the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice for a decade. It was he who was promoted by a retired former Minister of the Ministry of Justice. It was time for him to ascend. So how could Cui Yun, parachuted in from above, win people over?

Jiang Zhao even made declarations: "A greenhorn, how can he be of use?"

At that time, the memorials of opposition piled up on the imperial desk. Even Ji Ge sweated for Cui Yun.

When Cui Yun took office, he indeed faced ostracism from the Ministry of Justice. But without arrogance or impatience, he silently solved an absurd case that had been piling up for eight years at the Ministry of Justice.

It shook the entire court; how could this be mere luck?

Now, led by Jiang Zhao, the people in the Ministry of Justice have been completely tamed by him.

Nanny Cheng looked troubled, but Cui Yun did not blame her.

"This is a Nourishing God Pill. Take it with peace of mind."

Ji Ge: Is this the Nourishing God Pill he knows??? Why is it that such a priceless pill is hard for him to obtain, yet Cui Yun has them in abundance?

Just how many treasures are you hiding on you?

If you had taken them out earlier, wouldn’t we be spared all these present troubles?!!!

Ji Ge almost couldn’t catch his breath.

"You could at least give her a few more, couldn’t you!!"

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Shen Hua’s body floated in mid-air. She watched, dumbfounded, as her physical form lay on the bed, trying to touch it but grasping nothing.

Before panic could set in, a thick darkness enveloped her with a powerful suction, swallowing her whole.

She was hurled out.

Her vision shifted, and the scenery before her eyes suddenly changed.

A gate plaque bearing the words "Marquis Yangling Mansion" shone in the light. Along the way, the girls on the street were all wearing fashions from several years ago.

Within the Marquis Mansion, elaborately carved eaves railing, a pavilion over a pool connected by a water corridor, and a stone bridge leading to three ports clearly showed off its splendor. However, Shen Hua had no leisure to admire these luxurious decorations. A force was pulling her towards one particular place.

It was a room that was completely sealed off from the light, abundant in scrolls and books lining the four walls.

Shen Hua drifted weightlessly through the bookshelves.

The curtains of the canopy bed were lifted, fingers with well-defined joints, exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

He couldn’t suppress his coughing.

This voice was very familiar, yet also strange.

Shen Hua incredulously met the face of Cui Yun from Jiao Jianyue.

The room was empty, making it seem particularly cavernous.

Cold sweat trickled down Cui Yun’s forehead; he pursed his lips tightly and struggled to get out of bed.

Cui Yun was no longer dressed in winter clothing but in a thin summer robe. His wounds tore open as he moved, and blood seeped out, spreading a stain. Yet he seemed utterly unaware of the pain.

It was the height of summer heat.

Shen Hua felt not the slightest warmth, only a cold trembling throughout her body.

He got up.

On the desk, a handkerchief was slightly bulging. Shen Hua leaned in to look and found a snow-white cat lying there.

The cat’s body was already stiff.

It was dead.

Cui Yun seemed unable to accept this fact.

He staggered over.

"Xue Tuan."

No one answered him.

"Xue Tuan."

There was no longer the silly, clumsy cat that used to scurry towards him with its short little legs.

Cui Yun closed his eyes for a moment, his expression solemn and ugly.

That uncomfortable sorrow, at some point, made Shen Hua empathize as if it were her own pain. She uncomfortably curled herself up in a corner.

And just then, Cui Yun moved.

His fingertips trembled as he opened one precious medicine bottle after another.

There were milky-white Nourishing God Pills, and there were Soul Revival Pills...

As if they were worthless, he stuffed one after another into Xue Tuan’s mouth.

Shen Hua watched closely; Cui Yun’s hands shook violently, as if he could hold nothing steady, but the way he pried open Xue Tuan’s mouth was exceptionally gentle, as if he feared startling it, as if he feared hurting it.

"It is dead, beyond the help of any medicine."

Shen Hua knew that Cui Yun could not hear, but still she whispered softly.

"Stop wasting the medicine pills, give Xue Tuan a proper burial."

In response, the man’s face grew colder, and his lips pressed tighter together.

Who knows how much time had passed.

He picked up the cat and laid it on a meticulously carved inlay bed in the inner chamber, with silk thread balls the size of thumbnails hanging from the canopy gauze and tiny bells on the curtain hooks.

He gently touched the bloody hollow on the cat’s forehead with his hand. The emotions in his eyes grew ever shallower.

"My lady."

"The fever has subsided, why are you still not awake?"

"My lady, my lady."

Someone was calling her.

Shen Hua suddenly turned around, chasing after the direction of the calls.

At the same time, the person on the bed opened their eyes.

Yicui, overjoyed, hurriedly shouted to Nanny Cheng, who was preparing medicine: "My lady has woken up. Fetch a cup of warm tea quickly."

Shen Hua gripped the bedding tightly.

Yicui’s face showed her joy: "The Marquis’s medicine really is miraculous. Last time the Cold Avoidance Pills saved my lady, this time the Nourishing God Pill did the same."

"Young Master Ge said that the Marquis is stingy and reluctant to give more. But this servant thinks, that medicine must be very precious indeed."

Shen Hua’s thoughts were in turmoil, but hearing this, she nodded in agreement.

"It is so."

After all, Cui Yun didn’t even blink an eye when saving a cat.

Shen Hua: "I don’t blame him, perhaps the one given to me was the very last one."

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