vstars Chapter 632 Suffocation and Resentment
Chapter 632 Suffocation and Resentment
Su Lingyue was unable to mediate the conflict between Qin Wanning and He Yulin.
Fortunately, the He family hired a royal physician to come and take care of Qin Wanning's health every day, which put Su Lingyue at ease.
Before getting into the carriage to leave, Su Lingyue saw that Qiuwen still looked worried, so she stopped and said to her, "Have Wan Ning write letters to her parents and brothers. Thinking of them will make her feel better."
Upon hearing this, Qiuwen's eyes immediately lit up, and she curtsied to Su Lingyue: "Thank you, Your Highness. This servant will do her best to take good care of the young mistress."
*
The streets were filled with people heading home, and the carriages moved slowly. The atmosphere inside the carriages was particularly somber, and no one was willing to speak.
"Young Master He is really something. Miss Qin has done nothing wrong in this matter, yet he still blames her. Miss Qin is truly wronged," Caiyi sighed.
Li Jing leaned against the carriage with her arms crossed and snorted coldly: "It was the He family who drove his mother to her death. He didn't dare to take his anger out on them, so he took it out on her. He's truly an incompetent person."
Compared to many men in the capital, He Yulin was a prodigy who passed the imperial examination at a young age, and his character, talent, and appearance were all outstanding. However, he ultimately lost his rationality in the face of family affection.
If those things hadn't happened, Wan Ning and Young Master He would definitely be very loving.
Now is a special time for Wan Ning's pregnancy, and Su Lingyue really doesn't want to see such a perfect couple end up separating because of a momentary emotional lapse.
Su Lingyue looked at Li Jing and said, "Young Master He was actually a very good person, but the death of Jia Shi was such a blow to him that he became like this."
She turned to Caiyi and said, "When we get back later, I'll write a letter, and you can have Laifu deliver it to Young Master He."
Caiyi asked curiously, "What is the princess planning to write?"
Su Lingyue thought for a moment and said, "Let them have a good talk. If this continues, Wan Ning will remain in a state of unease. Her pregnancy is already unstable, and if this goes on for too long, the baby will inevitably be lost."
At this point, Su Lingyue lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her snowy cheeks.
“I always felt that Wan Ning meant that if that child was gone, her marriage with Young Master He would be over. They were so good together, Young Master He would definitely regret it, and I didn’t want to watch him make a mistake. Reminding him out of consideration for our past relationship is the only thing I can do for them.”
Caiyi's expression turned serious. "That is indeed urgent. Once you've written it down, I'll have Laifu deliver it."
Li Jing looked at Su Lingyue and said coldly, "Their family can't distinguish right from wrong. Even if you write it, they might not appreciate it."
"We should give it a try!" Su Lingyue waved her jade fan and smiled at Li Jing, her eyes crinkling.
Li Jing paused slightly, then looked away. "Whatever you want."
Upon returning to the Prince's residence, Su Lingyue went to Furong Pavilion to write a letter.
In no time, she finished writing the letter and handed it to Caiyi.
Butterflies also brought dinner for tonight.
A plate of cold shredded chicken, a plate of cold cucumber, a plate of green peas and shrimp, served with a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge.
"Has Your Highness had dinner yet?" Su Lingyue asked.
Caiyi said, "It was used half an hour ago, and Yanqing served it to me."
Su Lingyue nodded and began to eat her dinner slowly.
After dinner, Su Lingyue took a bath, washed and dressed, and went to the main house.
"Eight out of eleven".
……
"Twelve of ten".
……
"Nine out of twelve".
When Su Lingyue entered, she saw the two playing chess.
Yan Qing moved a low table to the bed, and Xiao Yu directed Yan Qing to place the chess pieces.
"You can play chess like this? That's interesting."
Su Lingyue walked to the bedside, just as Xiao Yu looked up and met her clear, smiling eyes. "Let me play chess for Your Highness."
Xiao Yu looked over and saw that she was wearing a purple high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a white thin shirt underneath. A pink shawl hung on her arm, and her hair was only held in place by a white jade hairpin. The hibiscus bud pendant on the hairpin swayed with her steps, and her porcelain-white fingers were even whiter than the handle of the jade fan.
"Hmm." Xiao Yu's lips curled up slightly.
Yan Qing, standing to the side, was displeased. He pouted and said, "Your Highness, why didn't you ask me if I agreed?"
Su Lingyue was amused by him, "I'm just playing chess for the prince, I won't say anything."
"Your Highness, you said it yourself, you can't go back on your word!" Yan Qing confidently raised her head.
He used to be unable to beat the prince when the prince was in good health, but now that the prince is not in good health, it is a rare opportunity for him to win, and he does not want to give it up no matter what.
“Of course, come on.” Su Lingyue put the jade fan aside, held Xiao Yu’s fingertips in her right palm, and held a black chess piece in her left hand, waiting for Xiao Yu’s instructions.
"Four out of fifteen." Xiao Yu said softly, indicating the position of the chess piece, his fingertips, which could still move slightly, gently tracing the shape of Su Lingyue's palm.
Su Lingyue smiled and lightly tapped her fingertip to place the chess piece in the position designated by Xiao Yu.
Before an incense stick could burn, Yan Qing put the chess piece that had fallen somewhere back into the chess box, her face showing a defiant expression. "Your Highness is still so ruthless."
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "It seems my chess skills haven't gotten rusty yet."
While sorting through the chess pieces, Yan Qing said eagerly, "I should have played the twenty-third move in a different place. Let's try again."
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Okay."
With his family and wife by his side, Xiao Yu hadn't felt so relaxed and at ease in a long time.
Su Lingyue withdrew her gaze from Xiao Yu and smiled.
It was rare for Xiao Yu to be in such a good mood, and Su Lingyue's heart also brightened, casting aside the gloom she had brought from the He residence.
*
After being dismissed from his post, He Yulin did not return home.
His former home now feels incredibly cold to him.
He didn't want to face everyone.
Those people were the murderers who directly or indirectly killed his mother.
But they weren't ordinary murderers, so he couldn't report them to the authorities or seek revenge.
He didn't know how to get rid of the suffocation and resentment in his heart.
The pipa music from the Jiaofangsi was as beautiful as pearls and jade, and the beautiful women were graceful. He Yulin drank cup after cup of wine, as if this could eliminate all his troubles.
After finishing a pot of wine, he not only didn't forget, but remembered it even more clearly. He propped his head up to watch the dancers in front of him, but he couldn't see anything clearly. All he could see was his mother's blood-stained corpse.
"Brother He, why don't you go home and drink alone here?"
He Yulin turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Ying, his colleague in the Hanlin Academy. He ignored him and turned back to watch the dancers perform.
In the past few days, He Yulin has seen all sorts of looks.
Sympathy, mockery, schadenfreude, concern.
But he seemed oblivious to those things, feeling as if he were in a dream, a painful dream from which he could not wake up.
Jiang Ying seemed unconcerned by his coldness, and sat down directly next to him, looking at him with pity.
After a moment, Jiang Ying said, "Brother He, I know you are saddened by the trouble at home, but drinking like this will only harm your health and is not a solution."
He Yulin stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself, "What can I do if I don't drink? I can't do anything!"
"I can't do anything!" He Yulin's hand slammed heavily on the table, causing the wine glass on the table to fall over and roll away due to the violent shaking.
Broken.
Jiang Ying leaned closer and whispered to him, "This whole thing was the maid's fault. Tao Hong's unreasonable behavior at your house was deliberately targeting Madam He. I've inquired about it for you. Tao Hong, who caused trouble at your house, lives in the second courtyard of Sitong Lane on North Street. Aren't you going to go and take a look?"
The seductive voice stirred up the deepest hatred in He Yulin's heart.
Yes, if Tao Hong hadn't been so unreasonable, his mother wouldn't have taken her own life.
"Snapped!"
He Yulin pulled a silver note from his pocket, slammed it on the table, and swayed as he walked out of the brothel.
The old woman who greeted him at the door smiled and said as he was about to leave, "Young Master He, please come again!"
He Yulin ignored her and was helped into the carriage by a servant.
"Go to Sitong Lane on North Street!"