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Shen Yige had no expression on her face. When she turned her head, she saw a woman and greeted her, "Madam, how are you?" Thinking that the woman was Tang Xiu, she was sure that it must be related to Xiao Wanjun. Although she was not very willing, she still bent her knees and lowered her head.
Xiao Wanjun had always had the temperament of a rich girl since she was young, and no one dared to make her change. Even after marrying into the Shen family, she still carried her arrogant attitude. As the only daughter in the general's mansion when she was young, her father almost spoiled her to the point where no one in the mansion dared to say a word. However, being from a family of military generals, wielding weapons was not suitable for a daughter, and her education in literature and art was not profound enough. Naturally, she only felt dignified when adorned with gold and jade. Today, her clothes were exquisite and luxurious, with a bright golden hairpin on each side of her hair, which must have given her a sense of satisfaction.
"You are really lucky to be sent back by the prince." Seeing Xiao Wanjun in a state of frustration, Shen Yige had already guessed most of it.
"You... you're not dead?" Tang Xiu hesitated behind Xiao Wanjun and said.
"Well, maybe I didn't die completely, and came back to life." Shen Yige glanced at her, and seeing Shen Xinning standing beside her with the same gentle and weak appearance as usual, still made people furrow their brows. Just as she looked up and saw the timid look in her eyes.
"Look at you, in such a miserable state and still delusional about clinging to the prince. If it weren't for your ignorant mother..." Xiao Wanjun began to speak sharply again, and Shen Yige, hearing her relentless words and undeniable accusations, had already decided to leave before she humiliated herself.
Unexpectedly, Shen Xinning, who had been silent, interrupted her from behind and said, "Mother, please stop." Shen Yige was slightly surprised. Shen Xinning had never been talkative before. After saying this, she quickly glanced at Shen Yige with an expression that Shen Yige interpreted as showing some concern. "Miss, Miss, it's really you!" Several figures rushed out of the room. The leader grabbed her hand and knelt down before Shen Yige could react. The others also knelt down beside them. Shen Yige saw that it was Xiao Ya and the other maids from her courtyard.
"Miss, we thought you were really thrown into the water by Aunt Tang Xiu, sob..." Xiao Ya knelt down and tightly held Shen Yige's hand. "What nonsense are you talking about?" Tang Xiu quickly denied, as if she had been exposed of some guilty secret. "Tang Xiu." Xiao Wanjun, who was just excited, now looked particularly calm.
She turned her head and said to Shen Yige, "It's getting late. If you're hungry, find someone to ask the chef to make some food. Rest early." After speaking, she left.
Shen Xinning glanced at Shen Yige again, as if wanting to express something, but unable to do so.
Walking to another courtyard, Xiao Wanjun said to Shen Xinning, "Ning'er, why are you stopping me? Everything your mother does is for your own good. Look at how incompetent you are."
Shen Xinning remained silent.
"Sigh," Xiao Wanjun sighed, "Tang Xiu, will you accompany me back to the courtyard?"
Watching them leave, Shen Yige lowered his head and looked at the few people in front of him, all with tears in their eyes.
"Hurry up and get up, let's talk inside."
"Miss, Aunt Tang said we will never see you again, sob..."
"Just during today's nap, while you were all outside, she had someone throw me by the stream," Shen Yige said.
"Is that all? Miss, do you have any problems? Look, your clothes are all wet. Xiao Ya, please help her change into dry clothes."
"Well, all of you can leave first, Xiao Ya will stay here."
After everyone left, Shen Yige walked over and closed the door.
" Xiao Ya, although the madam is always so overbearing, I actually wish I had a mother by my side, even if she were like her."
Xiao Ya looked at Shen Yige with a sense of melancholy.
Shen Yige's birth mother did not marry into the Prime Minister's Office, and she herself only came to the mansion at the age of seven. She has indeed been lonely and helpless all the way.
Xiao Ya felt a little heartache beside her, "Miss, don't be sad. No matter what, Master has always treated Miss like a treasure. This is something to be grateful for."
Even though she didn't protect her own mother, even though her father has never spoken about her mother in all these years, her father Shen Shendai has been extremely good to her, as if the two of them were lovers from a past life.
Shen Yige sighed, " Xiao Ya, you should go out too. I want to be alone for a while, and there's no need to bring in the food."
Shen Yige feels a bit weary, probably because of suddenly accepting some things that were once unthinkable. She knew early on that Lady Xiao didn't like her, and she knew she was considering Shen Xinning's marriage, but she never thought that Lady Xiao would want to put her in a desperate situation and then marry her sister to the Wang family. In that case, she'd rather not marry at all.
Shen Yige thought and thought, and when she came to her senses, she found that the night outside was getting darker, and the red candles at the door were silently burning, two weak flames, weakly supporting the pitch-black night.
Surrounded by a layer of soft gauze, Shen Yige didn't move, as if she had chosen to be in a temporarily isolated place from the outside world within the canopy.
Shen Yige's hand under the clothes slowly clenched. The dream made the lamp dim. The night was unusually quiet, and Shen Yige held a bundle of brocade quilt, sleeping not very soundly. The next morning, Shen Yige felt particularly tired. Shen Yige squinted, half asleep, waiting for Xiao Ya to finish dressing her, then she simply drank a bowl of clear porridge and went to the front hall. The front hall was spacious and bright, and dad was still sitting in the early morning on the carved pear wood square chair drinking tea.
"Come, Ge'er, come to your father." Shen Shenchao Shen Yige smiled with a happy face, while Xiao Wanjun rolled her eyes angrily on the side.
"Miss, did you oversleep? I saw you being very intimate with North Duke yesterday." Xiao Wanjun deliberately only mentioned the result, not the reason. Her mouth was full of indifferent words that had nothing to do with her.
"Yige is still a child. Why do you always criticize her like this? She will marry North Duke eventually, it's no big deal." Shen Shen held Shen Yige's hand and didn't even turn his head towards Xiao Wanjun.
"Ah, my precious daughter is going to be married in a few days. Thinking about this, I really find it hard to let go," Shen Shen said with a loving look in the corners of his eyes.
"Then I won't get married, how about that? I can't let go of you either, dad," Shen Yige said directly, expressing the words she had been brewing in her heart.
"What do you mean, not getting married?"
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