Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 82: Fulfilling His Mother’s Outrageous Requests?

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Fulfilling His Mother’s Outrageous Requests?

The next day, at dawn, the sky lightened to a fish belly white.

Just as Cui Yun had predicted.

The gates of the palace swung open wide, with Emperor He’s favorite Eunuch Ying swaggering towards the Minister of Industry Mansion with an imperial decree in his arms.

It wasn’t long before the news spread among the elites of Shengjing.

The legitimate daughter of the Wei Family was to marry the Third Prince.

There were whispers and also praise for the imperial grace.

Wei Yingying burst into tears after Eunuch Ying left, and madame, the wife of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, couldn’t handle the shock and fainted.

"I don’t want to marry Ji Teng!"

As the Minister of Industry held the imperial decree, Wei Yingying’s weeping and wailing rang in his ears.

"Silence! Do you think this shames you? The imperial decree has arrived, do you think you have a choice in this?"

Having scolded her, the Minister of Industry then turned, joy blossoming on his face towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, and knelt and kowtowed, even with tears brimming in his eyes.

"I’ve served for so many years, it’s clear that the Emperor has taken note. If not for this, where else could Yingying find a better husband than the Third Prince?"

A chill spread through Wei Yingying’s body as she watched.

She had thought Daddy was fond of her, but clearly since the incident, Daddy had changed. Had it been before, he would not have been troubled by an imperial order, so why now?

The one Daddy was fond of was nothing more than the identity of the legitimate daughter.

She silently wiped her tears.

As she walked back hesitantly, Wei Zhuzhu blocked her path.

Wei Zhuzhu handed her a handkerchief: "Legitimate sister, you’ve secured a good match, why the tears?"

Wei Yingying looked at her coldly.

Wei Zhuzhu sighed, feigning concern for Wei Yingying: "When he was a hostage, it’s said that he was raised like an animal."

With a ’smack,’ Wei Yingying gave her a resounding slap.

"Who do you think you’re insulting? If you do not know what should or shouldn’t be said, you might as well sew your mouth shut! Lest you bring disaster upon the entire family!"

Even in her downfall, she was not someone that Wei Zhuzhu, a concubine daughter, could trample on.

"Even if the Third Prince is no good, he is still a Prince. He endured humiliation as a dignified hostage; if anyone is to be pitied it is the Imperial Family who owes him."

"A concubine daughter like you, who do you think you are?"

She said coldly, word by word: "In the Minister Mansion, you must respectfully call me legitimate sister and serve me. After I am married, when you see me again, you must kneel and call me Third Prince Consort."

Wei Zhuzhu’s face turned ashen.

But Wei Yingying couldn’t feel happy about it.

She had no impression of Ji Teng and had never met him.

However, it was said that on the day Ji Teng returned to court, he fainted in front of everyone, supposedly from hunger.

What an embarrassing man.

How could Ji Teng, who couldn’t even take care of himself, provide for her?

Wei Yingying’s tears kept streaming down her face. She went back to her room and began counting her jewelry and silver coins.

Now that things had come to this, what she had to do was hold her head high and not let others laugh at her.

Then she would sell all her valuables and support Ji Teng instead, ensuring he had enough to eat every day. That way, Ji Teng would rely on her and wouldn’t take a concubine. He would also have to obey her!

Thinking this way, it seemed there was a glimmer of hope in this damned marriage.

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The sky gradually brightened

The entire alleyway awoke from its silence, with plumes of cooking smoke visibly rising.

The cold wind was like blades of ice, as Shen Hua curled up on her couch, sleeping peacefully.

Outside the pear garden.

"I’m not lying to you, I saw with my own eyes yesterday, the handsome man standing with Miss Shen, all prim and proper."

Aunt Zhang spoke with certainty.

She wasn’t a woman to fabricate stories, so her words were naturally reliable.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wang couldn’t help but shiver. She hastily glanced at the pear garden.

"Ever since Miss Shen moved to the alleyway, even on New Year’s Eve, there have been no visits from her own family or her in-laws."

Yet it was precisely during the Lantern Festival. One couldn’t help but ponder.

"Though Miss Shen is a widow, she is upright, wholeheartedly mourning her deceased husband, and would certainly not engage in clandestine liaisons with another man. Such words should not be repeated."

Aunt Zhang scolded her: "I haven’t even finished yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

"You didn’t see how awkward Miss Shen was in front of that young man. It was just like a squabble between a young couple."

"Miss Shen drove him away, and the gentleman said he would come back in a few days, asking Miss Shen to settle down in the pear garden."

She lowered her voice: "This pear garden belongs to the gentleman."

With glee, she released the bombshell news, causing Aunt Wang to be dizzied and disoriented.

"Miss Shen’s husband isn’t dead, and here he is, eagerly chasing after her and coaxing."

Thus, Shen Hua acquired a new identity.

——The runaway wife who left home in a huff.

She got up, radiant, and was bending down to put on her embroidered shoes.

Ningzhu rushed in from outside, closed the door tightly, shook off the snow from her body, and only after warming up did she enter the inner chamber.

"The snow yesterday was heavy, and it still hasn’t stopped."

Speaking of which, she cautiously relayed the rumor that was spreading through the alleyways to Shen Hua.

Shen Hua’s shoe dropped from her hand.

She was both shocked and bewildered.

Seeing this, Ningzhu quickly picked it up and soothingly helped Shen Hua put it on: "After Madam has finished breakfast, we’ll get this matter sorted out."

"Yicui got up early to make chicken legs for Yingwu, and she promised she would not tell the Marquis anything that lacks evidence. Madam need not worry."

Shen Hua frowned as if she were trapped in a dead end.

She was more than capable of grasping her new identity, and the role of the runaway wife was no challenge at all.

But...

She only thought of the wish she made yesterday.

The paper was covered with dense, small characters.

——If the River God truly possesses divine power, I won’t bother you with foolish requests like healing all ailments with a potion.

——Let’s take it easy.

——My only sincere wish is for my dead husband to come back to life.

So, this outrageously absurd request is to be fulfilled?

Yangyang was afraid.

Distracted, she performed her morning wash, had breakfast, and took her medicine. She was afraid of the cold, but didn’t want to stay inside any longer. So, she wrapped herself up tightly and went outside.

Outside, Yicui and Yingwu were building a snowman.

Yicui was rolling a snowball, while Yingwu stood motionless.

Yicui continued to roll the snowball, and Yingwu, out of consideration for the chicken legs, said very humbly, "Don’t rush, take your time."

Yicui: Annoying!

Shen Hua’s brow twitched; she was provoked by Yingwu. With a grand wave of her hand, the girl said: "Ningzhu, go help your sister Yicui."

Ningzhu nodded vigorously and quickly joined in.

Shen Hua reclined on the Imperial Concubine’s Couch that Cheng Gui had brought out. She watched leisurely.

With Ningzhu’s help, Yicui’s side visibly sped up, while Yingwu finally started to move.

As expected of someone trained in martial arts, he built the snowman as if he were fighting a battle. A giant snowball appeared amidst a blur of motion.

Yicui: ...

Ningzhu: ...

Shen Hua: Huh???

Yingwu quickly rolled a second one. He even remembered to ask for a carrot from the kitchen.

Shen Hua didn’t lie down anymore.

She walked over; the snowman was taller than her.

She looked at Yingwu and reached out her sparkling eyes.

Yingwu, not understanding why, still cooperatively handed over the carrot.

Shen Hua gravely accepted it, then had Cheng Gui bring a stool to step on, and with that leverage, she climbed up to personally shove the carrot nose into the snowman.

After doing all this, Shen Hua was filled with emotion.

Her tone was melancholic.

"I never imagined."

Suddenly, her voice became unusually light-hearted.

"In my life, I could build such a big snowman."

Yingwu was silent.

Yingwu couldn’t believe it.