The Shen Mansion is in chaos right now, and Shen Hong's matter alone is enough to give them a headache. Now the second house is making a fuss about splitting the clan. If the split wasn't finalized for a while, they would have become two families by now.
Shen Qinghe held Chuntao's hand and stepped into the house with a somewhat frivolous step. Her face was pale and she pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was trying her best to endure. Chuntao carefully supported her on the side, worried in her heart.
The scene in the mansion was as prosperous as ever, but at this moment, it seemed a bit dazzling in Shen Qinghe's eyes. She squinted her eyes slightly, as if she didn't want to look directly at this familiar yet unfamiliar place. In the billowing smoke left by the carriage, Shen Qinghe's dress fluttered gently in the wind. At that moment, she seemed to be out of place in this bustling mansion, and she looked even more lonely and fragile.
Chuntao knew that Shen Qinghe was not feeling well, so he quickly led her to her residence.
Shen Qinghe's steps were a little shaky. When Shen Yan saw the person in the second room of the Shen family, he looked like he had seen some kind of plague god, "Why are you back here?"
Where else could she go if she didn't go back to Shen Mansion.
"Hello, third uncle. Qinghe salutes third uncle." Shen Qinghe bit his lips, his pale face drooped slightly, and he said nothing. It's not that she doesn't want to refute, it's just that her body is uncomfortable and tight at the moment, and she really doesn't have the extra energy to deal with Shen Yan.
Seeing that she was silent, Shen Yan became even more energetic and blurted out harsh words, "Your good sister has caused a lot of trouble in Shen's house, but you still have the nerve to come back. She usually dotes on you the most, but you still dare to come back? "
Chuntao was furious when she heard this. She was about to speak, but Shen Qinghe gently pulled her sleeves. Shen Qinghe raised his head and looked at Shen Yan firmly, "Sister Shen has made everyone in the house unhappy. As a younger sister, I naturally have to atone for her sins. What's more, I have to come back to see my grandmother."
As soon as Shen Qinghe said these words, Shen Yan's sarcasm instantly froze on his face, and he threw away his sleeves.
Shen Qinghe nodded lightly, walked unsteadily past Shen Yan, and walked deeper into the mansion.
Shen Qinghe gritted his teeth and secretly rejoiced in his heart. She had long expected that Shen Hong would be in a worrying situation if he caused something like that. Fortunately, she had a plan ahead of time. On the outskirts of the city, she bought two mansions, which now serve as her retreat.
It was all that bitch Shen Zhiyi who caused such trouble. Now I don't know if that loser Shen Xuan can handle the affairs behind Shen Hong's back.
Shen Qinghe walked into his grandmother's room and saw his grandmother lying on the bed dying, feeling desolate in his heart. She quickly walked to the bedside, held her grandmother's skinny hand tightly, and called softly, "Grandma, Qinghe is here to see you."
At this time, Chuntao walked in with a bowl of medicine. Shen Qinghe took the medicine and carefully fed his grandmother to drink.
Grandma opened her eyes slightly and saw Shen Qinghe, a flash of horror flashed in her eyes, "Xuanwan, you...why are you back? It's not me who wants to kill you...it's not me... ..”
Shen Qinghe felt a pain in her heart. She knew that her grandmother had misunderstood. She was about to explain, but she saw her grandmother suddenly struggling to sit up, holding her hand tightly, and begging bitterly: "Xuanwan, I know I don't have a few days to live." Damn it, please let me go, it’s because you’re restless, you vixen.”
Shen Qinghe's heart tightened. Her mother suddenly went crazy that year, and rumors spread throughout the house that she had lost her mind and gone crazy.
Now, hearing these words from Mrs. Shen, she couldn't help but feel that there was another hidden reason behind her mother's death.
Shen Qinghe wanted to ask the old lady something else, but unexpectedly, the old lady had already fainted due to the striking resemblance between her and her mother. She froze on the spot, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Her mother's death has always been an unspeakable pain in her heart. Now it seems that there must be a hidden meaning in it.
She only knew that her mother was from Yangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, but Shen Qinghe knew nothing about her specific identity.
Shen Qinghe let go of Mrs. Shen's hand and began to rummage in the room. Her eyes searched every corner eagerly, like a leopard looking for prey, with a trace of unnoticeable tension in her sharp eyes.
Her fingers slid gently through every drawer and box, and every little sound made her heart beat faster.
Shen Qinghe was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She carefully turned over every item, even the corners of the wall. Her hand stopped in the drawer beside the bed. There was a delicate small box with a small lock attached to it.
Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up. She remembered that this box was a dowry from her grandmother and had always been regarded as a family heirloom.
She hurriedly took out the box, only to find that the lock was covered with rust and had obviously not been opened for a long time. Shen Qinghe frowned. She remembered that her grandmother once said that this lock could only be opened with her personal key.
She searched around and finally found the key under her grandmother's pillow.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she gently turned the lock with the key. She heard a "click" and the lock was finally opened. Shen Qinghe took a deep breath and slowly opened the box, only to see a thin booklet and a piece of yellowed paper inside.
Shen Qinghe picked up the book and saw the words "Shen Family Genealogy" written on the cover. She felt nervous and hurriedly opened the book. She saw that the names and deeds of the Shen family's patriarchs were recorded inside, and the yellowed paper On it is written the Shen family's motto.
All useless stuff.
Governor Jiang stood in front of the mansion, his eyes fell on the two characters "Jiang Mansion", and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
He recalled the scene when his uncle Cen Fengxu handed over this mansion to him. Now that it has been returned to its original owner, the plaque will naturally need to be changed, "Xian Qing, change the plaque to 'Xiang Mansion' and hang it up."
Fuling combed Shen Qinghe's hair. Looking at Shen Qinghe's graceful and graceful appearance in the bronze mirror, she couldn't help but praise her. She casually picked up a red bean hairpin and put it on her bun.
Shen Qinghe looked at herself in the mirror. The red bean hairpin was given to her by Jiang Yubai, which made her even more charming. Just as she was immersed in her memories, Fuling picked up another golden walking stick and gently Insert it into her bun. The golden steps swayed gently with her movements, complementing the red bean hairpins, making her look as beautiful as a flower.
"Our young lady is just good-looking. Now the master is away to deal with military affairs, the wife is looking for a house in the capital, and the eldest young master is also busy with affairs. I didn't expect that this house is still deserted."
"No problem, today is the day that Shen Qinghe returns home. Have you sent someone to pick him up?"
Poria applied medicine to the young lady. Although the burnt area on her arm was mostly healed, new flesh had not grown yet and needed more treatment. "Miss, why do you still care about her?"
"Let's leave her as a family and leave her alone in the Shen Mansion. We must not let the whole capital see our jokes, right?"
Fuling knew that the young lady did the right thing, but she really couldn't stand Shen Qinghe's pitiful look. Shen Hezhi and Shen Xuan had to protect her like a treasure.
Fu Ling sighed helplessly. She knew that the young lady was a soft-hearted person, but Shen Qinghe really didn't make her like her.
Shen Hezhi and Shen Xuan's love for Shen Qinghe was a bit excessive in her opinion. Especially Shen Xuan, he usually looks arrogant, but in front of Shen Qinghe, he seems to be a different person, soft-spoken, gentle and considerate.
When Fuling thought of this, she couldn't help but picture Shen Xuan in front of her eyes. He was carefully wiping Shen Qinghe's wounds, his eyes full of care. Shen Qinghe, on the other hand, looked at him with a weak expression, as if he was protecting her very preciously.
Fu Ling shook her head helplessly. She couldn't tell how Shen Qinghe felt, so she always pretended to be pitiful.
"Miss, this hairpin is so unique." Fuling admired sincerely. She gently stroked the red bean hairpin with her fingers. She couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite carvings and delicate texture on it.
Shen Zhiyi looked at Fu Ling, a hint of caution flashed in her eyes, "Don't touch, be careful." Her words startled Fu Ling, and she quickly retracted her hand.
"This hairpin is poisonous." Shen Zhiyi said lightly, "It was given to me by Jiang Yubai for self-defense."
"Governor Jiang has been very busy recently. I haven't seen him here for a long time. The peach blossom soup that Miss made for him last time was not sent out."
Poria's words made Shen Zhiyi silent for a moment. She naturally knew that Jiang Yubai had not visited her for a long time. She didn't even take a sip of the peach blossom soup she made by herself, and she didn't even have time to check her homework.
She was well aware of Jiang Yubai's situation. As a governor, he had heavy responsibilities and was busy with state affairs every day. How could he be by her side as often as before.
She sighed softly and turned to look out the window, where the peach blossoms were blooming like a pink cloud.
"Miss." Fuling called softly, "Do you miss the prince?"
As soon as Fuling finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, "Don't you want me to come and see me?"
Fu Ling and Shen Zhiyi were both stunned and turned around to look.
I saw Jiang Yubai coming from the window, dressed in brocade clothes and with a distinguished temperament. There was a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of adoration.
Shen Zhiyi felt happy and suddenly became a little incoherent, "You...why are you here?"
"Of course I took some time off from my busy schedule to come and see our Miss Shen." Jiang Yubai walked in, "What peach blossom soup did you just say? Did you make it for me?"
"no."
Jiang Yubai just watched her being amused by her appearance, turned around and walked behind her, took out two bottles of jade cream from his arms and handed them to her, which he got from Cen Fengxing.
The medicinal materials required for this jade ointment were extremely demanding, and the refining requirements were high. The two bottles Cen Fengxing had just refined were confiscated by Jiang Yubai.
Jiang Yubai looked at Shen Zhiyi's burned arm and frowned slightly, "Don't take such a risk next time."
Shen Zhiyi looked away awkwardly, "I did it for my own purpose."
"Don't take such risks in the future. Remember to let Poria cocos give you medicine."
Most of Jiang Yubai's subordinates are men, and there are very few servants in the mansion. Uncle Zhang is old and has some inconvenience in his legs and feet. Jiang Yubai only keeps him in the mansion to give him a casual job to support him in his old age.
Seeing Shen Zhiyi's depressed expression, Jiang Yubai guessed that his disciple was hiding something from him. Her disciple was different from the rumors. It turned out that the people in the capital despised the eldest lady of the Shen family, and was a follower who only followed Xie Shaoheng. It was not like he had never seen Shen Zhili behave in an embarrassing manner.
Jiang Yubai couldn't help but think of that time at the banquet in Xie's Mansion, when Shen Zhiyi choked because of his gluttony. His little red face and wide eyes were so cute. But the woman in front of him looked a little melancholy and lost. She couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.
He sighed softly, walked forward and stroked her hair, "What's the matter, disciple? Are you worried?"
Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head, "No."
"lie."
Shen Zhiyi: "..."
As expected, nothing can be hidden from Master.
"Shen Hong? Or Luo Mei?"
Shen Zhiyi shook his head, "None of them."
At present, one of the two fell into the hands of the Criminal Department, and the other fell into the hands of Jiang Yubai. They would have to shed their skins even if they could come back. It would not be easy. Shen Zhiyi did not have to worry about these two people.
"That's Shen Qinghe."
