Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 83: Utterly Useless (Additional - )

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Utterly Useless (Additional Chapter)

In the past few days, Shen Hua practically wore out her book on embroidery techniques. Leaning listlessly against the door, she finally saw Nanny Cheng return with a basket sagging under the weight.

It was filled with various fresh vegetables.

Shen Hua had a poor appetite, and she together with Yicui had been putting a lot of thought into making their meals more appealing.

"Madam," Nanny Cheng stepped forward to greet her.

Shen Hua responded listlessly.

During the time she took care of Shen Hua, Nanny Cheng had come to understand her temperament and nature.

Capricious yet supremely benevolent, sometimes childish.

Knowing that Shen Hua was feeling suffocated, she picked up some interesting stories she heard from outside to cheer her up.

"It’s all over the place outside, that the Turkic Princess danced that night, butterflies swirling around as if they could drive away the bleakness among the withered leaves, a sight too charming for words."

"To foster good relations between the two nations, the Emperor immediately conferred her the title of consort. Now, it has become a delightful tale."

Shen Hua lifted her eyes, then let them drop again, puzzled.

A delightful tale?

Yet Emperor He and the Princess were of completely different generations.

She said, "At fifty one attains the mandate of heaven, that was the age when Zheng Qianyu’s Daddy remarried."

It was a case of an old man with a young wife, and Zheng Qianyu’s brother was even older than his stepmother.

Back then, the people of Fengzhou City denounced Old Master Zheng, calling him shameless.

"Third Mistress often cried to me, always about the stepmother not acting like one, instead, more like an elder sister."

But that stepmother was a good one; after entering the family, she conformed to the rules earnestly and decently,

Perhaps because she saw that upon Old Master Zheng’s death, she could only rely on her stepsons for support in her old age. Regardless of the reason, she was sincerely good to the Zheng siblings.

"Even when I visited, she personally received me."

"The Zheng household was harmonious, but slanderous words hurt people, and the townsfolk of Fengzhou City said all kinds of ugly things."

Shen Hua exhaled, her gaze somewhat lost as she looked at Nanny Cheng.

"The situation is almost alike, why then when it comes to the Emperor is it praised, yet the Zheng family is not regarded in the same light?"

"It’s a grave sin to criticize the Emperor indeed, but I am truly puzzled. The Zheng family’s remarriage didn’t involve seizing or grabbing. Aunt Zheng married willingly, yet the circumstances are different. Is it the commoners fearing the strong? Or do they always favor those of high rank and power?"

What about the Emperor? Without his subjects, where does his empire come from?

And it’s not like taking a consort is anything extraordinary.

If a Princess is given to a minister, as long as it’s a marriage alliance, how is it not a good match?

Shen Hua unintentionally silenced everyone around her.

The air grew tense, but the girl remained oblivious.

Her gaze shifted, landing on something. Once she clearly saw what was happening there, her thoughts quickly wandered.

Shen Hua patted the crumbs off her hands and stood up to walk towards the tall wall. There was a barren persimmon tree next door, quite an eyesore, and at that moment, a child was crouching in it.

It was Aunt Zhang’s young son, Ling.

"Hey,"

she called out unexpectedly over the wall.

"Is the view better up in the tree? Or do you think your Mama was too lenient last time she spanked you?"

Ling’s eyes were red. He shifted his head away, not wanting to deal with Shen Hua.

Shen Hua was not upset: "Ha!"

She had Cheng Gui move the concubine’s couch over, watching the little figure in the tree with interest.

Shen Hua: "Cry."

Shen Hua: "Louder."

Ling: ???

"I’m not crying at all."

He stifled his tears: "The teacher at school scolded me as good-for-nothing. Whatever the other students can do, I can’t."

Shen Hua was silent.

The phrase ’good-for-nothing’ she also heard quite often herself.

In those days, Shen Wei had hired many teachers for her. Their departure was always accompanied by the same four words tossed over their shoulder.

"Good-for-nothing."

Yet Shen Hua would carry on eating and drinking, even cheerfully seeing the teacher out the door.

She really was polite.

——Even though it’s said that a woman’s ignorance is a virtue, studying only has benefits, no drawbacks. The expensive teachers Daddy hired were all driven away by you?

——Hmm, he left. He even said he would never set foot in the Shen Family’s house again in this lifetime. He’s a teacher who studied the saintly books, really holds a grudge.

——Each teacher said you are utterly good for nothing, can’t you stand up for yourself?

Back then, Shen Hua was fearless, even a little proud: "But I really am good for nothing, they aren’t wrong."

——Daddy, I don’t want to upset you either, please don’t look for a teacher again, it’s exhausting for both Yangyang and you, why bother.

Shen Hua stopped reminiscing, just lazily mocked the person on the tree: "You climb a tree because you were scolded? If you feel mortified, it’s better to sincerely come down and learn a few more characters. Or do you want to tell the teacher, apart from studying, this is another skill you possess?"

Ling didn’t move, clinging tightly to the tree.

"Hey, I’m talking to you!"

"Wuu wuu wuu, Sister Shen, I can’t get down."

Shen Hua: ...

Really promising.

In the end, it was Yingwu who rescued the person.

Shen Hua looked at Ling who was wiping his tears, irritably asked: "Why did you bring him here?"

Yingwu: "He was playing truant, and there’s no one at his home right now."

And how is this her concern?

Shen Hua: Shoo, shoo, shoo.

She was about to speak impatiently, when she heard Ling excitedly bursting out.

"Such a huge snowman, this is the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen!"

Although the snow had stopped these past few days, the snowman hadn’t melted.

How could it not be beautiful!

The eyes were made from rare black agate, the cuffs from multicolored jade, and even the red cape was stitched with creamy white four-ply silk threads, making the snowflakes look beautiful and full.

Yingwu remained silent.

Yingwu looked at Shen Hua.

Shen Hua cleared her throat, humbly waved her hand, seeing Ling with much more pleasant eyes.

"Indeed it is!"

"Sister Shen, did you make it?"

"Indeed it is."

"Wow, you are so amazing."

The girl modestly nodded her chin: "...well."

She thought, there’s no need for that little ghost to come over.

He would only make her angry.

From then on, Shen Hua never mentioned Cui Rong again.

Thanks to Ling’s promotion, the children from the neighborhood all came to the pear garden to see the snowman.

They all admired Shen Hua.

Refreshing.

Over the following days, the pear garden remained peaceful and uneventful.

Shen Hua even started to think Cui Yun was really being overly suspicious, but then, finally, that night something happened.

At the hour of the Rat, Yingwu who was sleeping on the floor suddenly opened his eyes.

The hut kept a lamp lit for Shen Hua’s convenience during nighttime trips. Under the dim yellow light, she silently stared at the door where a bamboo tube was inserted, with someone outside blowing sleeping smoke through it.

Smoke curled up gently.

Yingwu held his breath, reaching for the dagger on his waist.

Following that, the person outside expertly pushed open the latch and headed straight for the bed.

Just then, Yingwu flipped up, the dagger immediately targeting the intruder’s heart; her movements were like a lingering shadow, very fast.

But the opponent dodged even faster.

For a moment, the two sides fought fiercely.

Shen Hua, trembling on the concubine’s couch, poked her head out.

She wisely chose not to run between the option to flee or stay.

Her legs were weak. She couldn’t run, besides, the safest place in the pear garden right now was probably by Yingwu’s side.

With a ’snap,’ Yingwu’s dagger was knocked away, and soon, a muffled grunt was heard. The man in black was punched.

The strength was evenly matched.

The air had a fragrant scent, Shen Hua, amidst her tension, took a deep breath.

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