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"It's fine, the situation is special today, and I have plenty of time to accompany Eighth Sister," Fu Lianyin said with a smile. "Xin'er, your cousin rarely comes, so you should go out with him."
Just as Yun Kexin's eyes turned towards Yun Xiao, she quickly had the Nursemaid take her away. Yun Kexin felt angry but was not one to easily give in.
"Mother, I'm feeling a bit unwell today; I really can't go," Yun Kexin sniffed and coughed a few times, feeling uncomfortable. "I went to Uncle's place early this morning to see him. I caught a cold from being out in the rain a few days ago and can't be outside in the wind again."
Fu Lianyin's face showed displeasure, filled with suspicion. However, Fu Yihang noticed that Yun Kexin indeed had a nasal tone and didn't seem as spirited as yesterday. He furrowed his brows and said to Fu Lianyin:
"Aunt, since Seventh Sister is sick, let's not force her to go. But Third Uncle's birthday is approaching, and we can't delay the gift. Let Fifth Sister accompany me instead."
Yun Ran had somehow slipped out from behind Fu Lianyin and stood quietly next to Yun Kexin, seemingly just "watching the fun."
It seemed that whether she went or not didn't matter much; she acted like a "good girl," but when Fu Yihang took the initiative to have her accompany him, she shyly lowered her head and smiled.
"Then let Fifth Young Lady go with you," Fu Lianyin said with a face colder than pool water, pulling at her lips. "Yi Hang, Ran'er, call a maid and a servant to go along for some assistance on the way."
"Yes, Aunt," Fu Yihang replied blandly, glancing at Yun Ran and casually saying, "Fifth Sister, let's hurry up; the sooner we leave, the sooner we can return."
Without waiting for Yun Ran, he walked toward the door, and Yun Ran hurried after him as if she had received an imperial decree.
Once the two had walked far away, Fu Lianyin asked Yun Kexin: "Seventh Young Lady, where do you feel unwell?"
"I have a headache and feel a bit drowsy," Yun Kexin replied listlessly.
After being exposed to the cold wind all night, it was no surprise she felt unwell.
"Seventh Young Lady should go back to your room and lie down. I'll have the kitchen make some ginger soup for you."
"Thank you, Mother." Yun Kexin smiled and nodded, "I'll take my leave now."
It was true that she had caught a cold, but she wasn't feeling sick or sleepy. Instead, she tossed and turned in bed before getting up to practice her calligraphy at the desk.
"Why aren't you resting when you're not feeling well? What are you writing?" Fu Lianyin entered the room holding a bowl of ginger soup, her face full of affection. "Come on, drink this ginger soup."
"Mother, this is something that can be handled by the servants. Why do you have to bring it yourself?!" Yun Kexin said as she "politely" accepted the bowl.
"I wanted to have a chat with you," Fu Lianyin said gently.
Yun Kexin sneered inwardly: So today the weather has changed from rain to sunshine because "Mother" has come down from her high status to have a "talk" with me in this lowly place. From now on, my room will be "radiant with Buddha's light," and I won't dare let anyone stay here.
She didn't respond but drank the ginger soup while lost in thought. Fu Lianyin was unusually patient, not like before when she would eagerly interrogate her about everything. The more this happened, the more vigilant Yun Kexin became.
After finishing the ginger soup, Yun Kexin placed the bowl on the table and looked up with a smile. "What does Mother want to talk about?"
Fu Lianyin moved a chair to sit across from Yun Kexin and said nothing, just gazing at her with maternal tenderness. This made Yun Kexin feel uneasy because there was clearly a knife hidden behind that smile.
"You've really grown more beautiful," Fu Lianyin said, raising her phoenix-like eyes with a hint of jealousy in her smile. "I knew from the beginning that you would be a beauty when you grew up; among the Yun family sisters, Seventh Young Lady is the most beautiful."
Yun Kexin felt goosebumps all over; was she trying to stir up hatred against her? Not wanting to beat around the bush, she directly asked, "Mother, what's wrong with you today? Do you have something on your mind?"
"Xiner, do you remember what Father said to you yesterday?"
Father's words?
"Mother wants you to remember, you are a child of the Third House, right?"
Fu Lianyin smiled and nodded. This smile was filled with too much falsehood and pretentiousness; Yun Kexin really wished she could wipe that smile away. No matter how she looked at it, it felt awkward and uninteresting.
"I remember, Mother," Yun Kexin said, blinking in confusion.
"That's good to remember, but Mother still wants to say something to you," Fu Lianyin said, wiping the corner of her eye with a light pink handkerchief. "There are some things that I want to wait until you grow up to tell you. For now, you mustn't take everything you hear at face value, understand?"
How guilty she sounded! Yun Kexin's heart sank: Fu Lianyin had changed her tactics!
In her past life, she was almost confined to the Third House and had little interaction with the First and Second Houses. Moreover, her biological parents passed away when she was six and eight years old, so Yun Kexin never had the chance to realize her appearance issues. Therefore, the Third House wouldn't have any concerns regarding her looks.
In this life, however, she frequently interacted closely with both houses. Even though the clan elders had strict rules against revealing matters of adoption, as she grew older, her appearance would increasingly resemble that of her biological parents—something that couldn't be deceived or concealed.
Thus, Fu Lianyin and even Yun Yang were worried that she might become suspicious due to her resemblance to her biological parents from the Second House because of their close relationship. They were subtly laying the groundwork in advance.
This way, if the Third House couldn't cover up their lies later on, they could reiterate what they had "hinted" to Yun Kexin now and avoid the embarrassment of being exposed.
"Mother, I don't understand what you're saying," Yun Kexin shook her head in confusion. "What do you mean by 'taking everything at face value'? No one has said anything to me!"
Fu Lianyin listened with a gentle smile; the scene resembled a mother-daughter heart-to-heart talk, blending warmth, peace, and patience into one. Yet Yun Kexin felt very frustrated and oppressed—sugar-coated bullets?!
"That's good," Fu Lianyin smiled. "The Seventh Young Lady is indeed a sensible and wise child; you understand quickly. No wonder your father cares so much..." Fu Lianyin paused slightly and reiterated with concern, "Just remember that some things are beyond your understanding for now. When you grow up, I will naturally tell you everything."
"After growing up? Why didn't you just wait until I married Fu Yihang and then tell me it was the 'right time' to kill me!"
Yun Kexin's eyes instantly froze into ice.
"I understand, Mother. Parents always have their own difficulties," she managed to say after some effort. She thought Fu Lianyin would stop, but instead, she continued:
"Seventh Young Lady, there is one more thing I need to discuss with you," Fu Lianyin said again, pinching her handkerchief and brushing her mouth and nose, her eyes revealing an unclear sense of guilt. "At your uncle's birthday celebration, the Jin Wang and Wang Fei will bring the Princess to pay their respects to Third Uncle. When that time comes, please be accommodating. I'm worried—"
"What is Mother worried about?" Yun Kexin interjected, blinking her eyes.
"Don't let your relationship with Cousin Fu and the Princess cause any trouble. The Jin Wang family is coming to celebrate; it wouldn't look good for the Duke's residence if things go awry."
Yun Kexin sneered: Where did you get the idea that I have feelings for Fu Yihang?
I can't avoid that disaster; it's you and Yun Ran who need to be careful. Don't end up failing to flatter the Jin Wang and Jin Wang Fei, only to become a laughingstock.
The two of them spoke in disjointed sentences, each with their own concerns, while Fu Yihang and Yun Ran had returned from the market. Fu Yihang was holding a tightly sealed brocade box, looking delighted, while Yun Ran followed behind with a sullen face, seemingly unable to express her frustration.
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