Chapter 159
The young man Fang Heng rode forward on his horse, clutching the horsewhip in his hands. In his bright clothes and angry horse, his heroic spirit was outstanding.
But suddenly, a sharp blade reached out and pierced his chest.
Blood spurted on his robe, and the bright complexion of the young man suddenly lost its color. He reached out with all his might, but could only call out when he fell off his horse, "Sister Wang Yuyao..."
The girl leaning on the prime minister's chair was suddenly shocked awake, but accidentally moved her injured leg, hurting so much she sucked in cold air.
At this time, her personal maid hurried in and reported, "Miss, Young Master Fang has left, heading north."
The pain disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion and panic.
The young lady who loved wearing yellow skirts since she was a child stared blankly northward, and after a long time, let out a sound, "Oh."
Three years of time can change a lot.
It can turn the innocent, lively and naughty Wang Yuyao into a vicious person, and it can also make the pampered young miss of a distinguished family do anything to prop up the shabby and dilapidated family.
"Miss, you could have just listened to Young Master Fufeng's arrangement and married an ordinary well-off family to live a good life." The maid had advised her before.
But mother didn't want to, her maternal grandfather didn't want to, her deceased uncle didn't want to.
The huge Sun Family, the heavy burden of a thousand pounds, all weighed on her shoulders, waiting for her marriage with the Fang family, hoping for her to revive the family.
She had unknowingly stepped onto the swaying tightrope, with thorns all over the ground in front of her, and thousands of troops and horses behind her. She had to go even if she didn't want to, she had to get through it anyway. She still remembered when she was innocent and would pull at her mother's sleeves and ask, "Why can't it be Brother Aheng, why does it have to be someone else?"
"Silly child," her mother said helplessly. "Because the Fang family's eldest son lost to the second son, because he doesn't have the ability, because this is fate."
How damnable this fate was.
The marriage engagement was changed to another person, and she had to forcibly make the young man go far away with her own hands.
The north must be very far, and very cold. Would something happen, would he bleed, would he be eternally frozen and never be able to come back? Wang Yuyao took a deep breath, as if to expel all the panic with the polluted air.
In the evening, there was another maid coming to report, "Miss, the Fang family has sent a message that your engagement with Young Master Fang remains unchanged, and Young Master Fang has also sent people over, saying that they are at your disposal."
Wang Yuyao was startled.
This was a good thing, and also what the destitute Sun Family had been longing for, but there was no ripple in her heart. On the contrary, there was only a little bit of relief.
He was not here anymore.
From now on, with the distant mountains and rivers between them, they would have no more ties.
If he was capable, then he should kill his way back openly and fairly, and she, Wang Yuyao, would admit defeat.
If he didn't have the ability, it would be better for him to die in the distant north, than to be harmed before her eyes.
The young lady in yellow suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the flickering light in her eyes revealed indifference.
As for the people the Fang family sent...
Her gaze lowered slightly and fell on her broken legs. Her eyes revealed jealousy and viciousness.
In the hairpin courtyard.
Fang Heng's departure had made everyone depressed for a while, and they didn't even have the interest to celebrate the Lantern Festival, just barely eating some yuanxiao and calling it a day.
The brothers tried to cheer up Jiang Sheng every day, bringing her delicious food or fun items, but the little girl was suddenly facing separation, and just couldn't cheer up.
Even Wen Zhiyun wanted to take her pulse to see if something was wrong with her.
Seeing that a month was about to pass and there was still no smile on the little girl's face, Zhang Xianglian, out of distress and persuasion, brought a bowl of egg drop soup to her.
"Have some, little Jiang Sheng," Zhang Auntie handed over the egg drop soup.
Jiang Sheng obediently took it, stirred it twice, then put down the bowl and chopsticks. "Auntie, I'm not hungry."
"Little Jiang Sheng, you have to eat," Zhang Xianglian said seriously. "I know you can't bear to part with Fang Heng, but have you forgotten one thing? Fang Heng is your brother, and also the brother of little Zhiyun and little Chang Yan. You can be sad and upset, and the brothers will also be sad and upset, right?"
Jiang Sheng nodded blankly.
"The brothers will already be upset because of Fang Heng's departure. Now they have to worry about you, they will be even more upset, right?" Zhang Xianglian gently persuaded, "Little Jiang Sheng is a good child, and won't bear to make the brothers worry, right?" Little Jiang Sheng nodded, her big watery eyes full of guilt. She picked up the egg drop soup and drank it all in one go, and obediently promised, "Auntie is right, it's Jiang Sheng who was wrong these days, I shouldn't have let Auntie and the brothers worry. Jiang Sheng shouldn't have made you worry. From now on I will eat well and live happily."
The little girl lifted the corners of her mouth and forced out a bright smile.
In Zhang Xianglian's eyes, her nose soured and tears almost gushed out.
She suddenly felt a little bad, and shouldn't have persuaded little Jiang Sheng like this, shouldn't have forced her to be happy.
But seeing the depressing bleakness in the usually lively hairpin courtyard, she really couldn't bear it. These children should be happy every day, and optimistic.
"Auntie, don't feel guilty, you're right. Jiang Sheng has been thinking wrong these days. I shouldn't have let my emotions affect everyone in the first place." Jiang Sheng comforted Zhang Xianglian instead, "Auntie, you did the right thing. Jiang Sheng is grateful to you."
How could there be such an obedient child.
Zhang Xianglian could no longer hold back her tears, covering her face as she cried while leaving.
Zheng Ruqian happened to come in from outside at this moment, and was quite shocked when he brushed past Zhang Auntie's figure. "Jiang Sheng, did you argue with Auntie?"
Jiang Sheng sniffed and looked up with a bright smile. "Second brother is joking. How could Jiang Sheng argue with Auntie? It's just that Jiang Sheng drank the egg drop soup in one go, and Auntie was happy."
"Can drinking egg drop soup in one go make someone happy enough to cry?" Zheng Ruqian scratched his head, finding it incomprehensible.
On second thought, Jiang Sheng hadn't had an appetite for a long time. Auntie was probably happy that she finished a whole bowl in one go, which seemed quite reasonable to him. He also laughed with his big teeth showing, "You like drinking egg drop soup, I'll go get you another bowl."
At dinner, not only did Jiang Sheng chat happily with her brothers, she also ate two more buns.
From Zheng Ruqian to Xu Mo, and then to Wen Zhiyun and Chang Yan, they all imperceptibly let out a sigh of relief.
"Come on, eat some more," Zheng Ruqian put another bun in front of Jiang Sheng. "This one has pickled vegetable and pork filling. The pickled veggies were pulled back by your second brother himself, eat more, eat more."
Jiang Sheng burped after being full, carrying a rich aroma of buns. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, only revealing her bright watery eyes, turning around somewhat awkwardly.
Xu Mo grabbed it impatiently and put it in front of Chang Yan, "Little sister is full, can't force feed her. Be careful of indigestion."
Chang Yan, also full: "......"
Wen Zhiyun thoughtfully grabbed the little fifth brother's hand and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry little fifth, I've prepared digestif."
It would be better if he didn't prepare it.
After dinner ended.
Zheng Ruqian looked at Jiang Sheng several times to make sure the little girl had truly opened up. He decided to announce something, "In the next few days, I may also leave."