Once she’s in charge, even if the old lady is right under her nose, she’ll still be crying out to heaven without answer, calling to earth without response!
Having thought it through, Mrs. Han said faintly, "It’s getting late, let’s rest early!"
She got up to wash and tidy up in the cleansing room, while Yun Qi stood still, unsure of what to do.
Not until Mrs. Han had tidied up and came out in her underclothes did she see Yun Qi still standing in front of the copper mirror, her lips slightly curling, "What are you standing there dazed for? I’ve had Bai Que make up the soft couch for you on one side, you can sleep there!"
Even sleeping on the soft couch, Yun Qi was happy.
Lying on the soft couch, Yun Qi knew that Mrs. Han must have another plan in mind; otherwise, she would never have let him step one foot onto her territory.
She said she would never forgive him, that she would never return to the past. Her current concessions must be for Jinnian, right?
She still can’t swallow her pride...
Yun Jinnian returned to Niannian Garden and handed the gold hairpin and jade hairpin to Mrs. Yuan, who was stunned for a moment before saying, "This..."
"My grandmother rewarded me with this for my poetry earlier, but my father said they looked too old-fashioned on me, they would suit you perfectly!"
"The gold hairpin can be melted down and made anew, right?"
Yun Jinnian chuckled, "It looks nice on you!"
Is it just that simple?
The old lady cherishes precious things, and Yun Jinnian is not even willing to keep them!
Talk of having no regrets or resentments is just deceiving oneself!
After washing up, Yun Jinnian climbed into bed and kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered the two purses given by Chu Yu.
She wondered what exactly Chu Yu had given her.
She got up, took the embroidered box from the cabinet, and sat on the bed holding it, but dared not open it.
After a long hesitation, she opened the embroidered box, took the purses in her hands, and caressed them, but ultimately didn’t open them and put them back.
"Yun Jinnian, you’re just a coward!"
Muttering to herself, Yun Jinnian put the box back, locked it, and stored the key carefully.
She grabbed a medical book and climbed back onto the bed, slowly flipping through it.
Mrs. Han smashed things in the parlour of Qiyue Academy, and Yun Qi watched from the doorway without a word, eventually staying over in Qiyue Academy. The old lady found out very quickly.
Sitting on the Arhat bed, the old lady was unable to come back to her senses for a long while.
She remembered the ruckus Yun Qi had created last year, smashing things in Cixin Academy to pieces, and how she hadn’t dared to utter a single word.
Now that Mrs. Han was smashing things, Yun Qi still didn’t dare to utter a single word.
He didn’t storm out, nor did he raise his voice; he just waited on Mrs. Han, and as soon as she showed a pleasant face, he seemed to forget everything else.
The once filial son, who knows when, had his heart and eyes filled only with Mrs. Han, and no longer for her, his mother!
How could she not hate, how could she not resent.
How could she come to like Mrs. Han and the Yun Jinnian born of her!
The old lady felt a severe headache coming on.
Nanny Tian stepped forward to massage the old lady’s temples, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Old lady, earlier the second master seemed to have seen the items on the tray!"
Upon hearing this, the old lady’s heart skipped a beat.
She didn’t know what to say for a moment!
"So he knows, so what? He can smash things, he can’t possibly eat me!" said the old lady, with an air of resigning herself to her fate.
"Why should the old lady say such exasperated words? The second master and the old lady are bound by blood. Surely he holds the old lady in his heart. In treating the fourth young miss, previously when the second master and his wife were not around, the fourth young miss was soft-hearted, like one who wouldn’t scream even if pricked with a needle. But judging by tonight’s performance, she’s changed completely from before," said Nanny Tian.