Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 96: Do You Hear This as Human Speech?

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Do You Hear This as Human Speech?

The sky was still early.

The ink stains on the wooden board had dried.

Shen Hua leaned against the railing on the second floor, tranquil and delicate. Her eyes trembled slightly as she swallowed the medicine pills Yicui had brought.

——Thump! Thump!

The rapid and obviously abnormal beating of her heart made Shen Hua feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Before she could calm herself, steady footsteps approached from behind, and Cui Yun stopped a zhang away from her. He stood with hands behind his back, handsome yet aloof and indifferent.

Cui Yun had not yet taken off his official clothes. The well-tailored uniform only made him seem more unattainable than the bright moon in the sky.

Clearly, he had finished discussing important matters and had come to invite Shen Hua inside.

Before he could speak, Shen Hua suppressed her discomfort and called out cheerfully.

"I’m already hungry, has the food been served?"

Cui Yun nodded and said in a flat tone, "The mushroom soup has been served."

Shen Hua moved forward with small steps, not mentioning a word about what she had heard in the elegant room, as Yicui picked up the wooden board and hurriedly followed.

Cui Yun’s gaze lingered there.

Confused, he asked, "What is this...?"

Shen Hua’s tone was not without a little excitement.

"This is what I’ve prepared for the Seventh Prince."

"I’ve fabricated an identity for him especially. Does the Marquis find it pitiful enough?"

She looked at Cui Yun expectantly. A girl was too transparent in front of Cui Yun.

Shen Hua always wore her heart on her sleeve. Perhaps it was because she knew Cui Yun bore no ill will toward her. Now, the joy she felt seemed as if it could travel the distance of several zhang and imprint directly onto his heart.

Burning hot.

Cui Yun’s throat inexplicably dried.

He could not help but let his gaze linger on Shen Hua’s abdomen for a moment before chuckling lightly, "Miss Shen has the grace and heart of an orchid."

Shen Hua had been complimented since she was a child.

She had heard all kinds of praise, mostly from flattering old women. Naturally, she could not compare with someone of the noble birth of the Marquis Mansion like Cui Yun, and she could not hide her pride.

If only Cui Yun would not look at her abdomen, reminding her of her shame, she would have been even more proud.

She was all fluffed up, not revealing a bit of skin save for her face and neck, even her hands were covered by the mink fur cuffs.

Cui Yun discreetly withdrew the lingering gaze he had on Shen Hua.

He thought, if Shen Hua had a tail, it would certainly be wagging happily right now.

With this thought, a hint of mirth flashed in Cui Yun’s eyes.

The wooden board soon also caught Ji Ge’s attention.

"Where did you get this from?"

Without waiting for Shen Hua to answer, Ji Ge rambled on: "I’ve reached out for this so many times; last time, I came across a woman mourning her mother, and the time before that, a woman beaten by her husband, a divorced wife. The world is full of suffering. I am a person with a warm heart, naturally, I cannot stand idly by."

Shen Hua: ???

She looked at Ji Ge with difficulty.

"Haven’t you thought that it could be the same person?"

Ji Ge: ...?

"All of them selling their misery, I only cared about pitying them, who cares about their faces."

Ji Ge suddenly realized: "So she was beaten and divorced by her husband and then immediately lost her mother? Had I known it was like this, I should have given her one tael of silver more."

Shen Hua: ...

Cui Yun sneered.

Upon learning this was a gift for him, Ji Ge exploded.

"No, you want me to go begging on the streets?"

"Shen, I treat you as my own sister, how can you harm me like this?"

"And! What do you mean the Madam ran off with a servant and took all the fortune, while using my name to accrue a huge debt?"

Shen Hua: "This is your new identity. To make a living, one need not consider one’s social status. Furthermore, reaching the pinnacle in anything is also a matter of ability."

Ji Ge’s face darkened, and his lips twitched with anger.

"Hmm? I raised three kids for many years and not one of them is mine; she only took the one borne by the servant and left, and I still have to help raise the other two?"

Shen Hua added earnestly and formally: "Not only do you have to help raise them, but you also have to sell the family home, support them until they are grown, and then search for their real father."

Does this sound like something a human would say?

Hearing this, Ji Ge felt like suffocating.

So, I’m the sucker being taken advantage of!

Shen Hua: "What great righteousness this is. The tourists on the street must be moved by it."

Ji Ge just doesn’t want to talk anymore. If he had to pay for this meal, he would have left with a slap on the face long ago.

"Then why prepare two portions?"

Without needing Shen Hua to reply, the usually quiet Cui Yun coldly said: "Good things should come in pairs."

Ji Ge: You guys are really going too far.

After the meal, the group went their separate ways.

Cui Yun headed to the Ministry of Justice to handle official affairs, as Ji Wang had taken over the matters at Canghua Building, so he didn’t have to ask.

By the time he returned to the residence, it was already pitch dark.

Lights were lit all around Marquis Yangling Mansion, and especially so in the courtyard of Cui Xuan, as bright as day.

"Mama."

Cui Yun stepped forward to greet her.

Cui Xuan was in low spirits.

"Have you had your meal?"

"I ate at Grandfather’s courtyard."

Cui Xuan nodded and stared blankly into the distance.

"Is Mama still worried about cousin’s matter?"

Cui Xuan sighed: "I only have one legitimate nephew, Brother Chen."

"Your cousin was supposed to get married in a few days, but the palace has become unstable and troublesome. If we celebrate the wedding with music and fanfare, it will undoubtedly attract criticism, so despite the auspicious time, it had to be postponed again and again."

Cui Yun was not surprised.

Even before Le Jia’s incident, he sensed something was wrong and sent a letter in advance to warn them.

——An incident might happen soon, possibly clashing with welcoming the bride; if it’s convenient on cousin’s side, perhaps consider getting married earlier.

Xuan Chen is decisive.

He didn’t even ask what the matter was, clearly trusting Cui Yun completely.

——This is the nearest auspicious time, and you know my situation; I can’t bear to let her be aggrieved on her wedding day. It can only be postponed.

Thus, the matter was settled.

Cui Xuan: "The next auspicious date is two months from now."

Cui Yun reassured his mother: "Good things take time, Mama need not worry."

The more you say that, the more worried I am.

Why does it sound like even two months from now is uncertain??

————

The pear garden has already been locked up early.

Ningzhu had lost her handkerchief and was pestering Yicui to find time to embroider one for her.

"Dear sister, I’m really not adept with my hands. My embroidery looks like a scuffle, truly not presentable. You are the best embroiderer in the pear garden."

Yicui is not fooled by her.

"Don’t say that, I am still being guided by Miss Shen. You haven’t seen her embroidery pieces."

Yicui: "The last painting of a hundred butterflies was vivid in color, with layers of meticulous and lifelike shading. If placed outside, it could even attract butterflies."

She reminisced: "A hundred colorful butterflies in various poses, but to those who know, the embroidery techniques differ, touching upon all four famous schools. Among them, just the Su Embroidery has more than a dozen types of stitches, and the complexity requires exquisite skills."

A girl from Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop obviously learned firsthand from the late Madam.

And Shen Hua, who was not patient, could sit a whole day with an embroidery in hand.

Ningzhu gasped with amazement.

She thought that dancing to attract butterflies was a skill, but now that she compared, it really wasn’t worth much.

How lifelike must the embroidery be to actually attract butterflies?

With what Yicui said, not only Ningzhu but even Nanny Cheng were surprised.

After all, they had never seen Shen Hua touch a needle and thread.

In fact, not just them, even Yicui was beginning to forget Shen Hua’s tranquil and delicate embroidery.

However, ever since the lady and young master passed away, Miss Shen stopped touching needlework.

Upon reflection, it has been three years.

And that one particular painting was personally destroyed by Miss Shen.

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