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Yun Ran shouted this with a heart-wrenching intensity, displaying a demeanor of "facing death with indifference," always waiting for Fu Yihang to interrupt or even retaliate. Unexpectedly, Fu Yihang remained expressionless, listening calmly, which was in stark contrast to his previous volcanic outburst against her, leaving her utterly confused.
After a moment, Fu Yihang finally turned around and looked at Yun Ran with a "pitying" gaze:
"What kind of person Aunt is, I, the Heir Apparent, know very well. There’s no need for you to sow discord here," he said coldly, curling his lips. "If she had plotted against you for me back then, I would have hated her for a lifetime. But Yun Kexin is different; at least Aunt saw my feelings for her before thinking of using them. In fact, I would rather be used by Aunt because once I marry Yun Kexin, Aunt won't have any say anymore. But you—" Fu Yihang suddenly raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a sinister red, "You destroyed all of Aunt's plans for your selfish desires and ruined the future between me and Yun Kexin! You wretched person, are you not hated?!"
Yun Ran's straightened back collapsed weakly as she sat down on the ground. She looked at him helplessly: she wanted to use the so-called untruths to silence him and make him hate his Aunt to lessen his animosity towards her. She never expected that he would willingly be used just to obtain Yun Kexin!
Regarding the events from years ago, she thought that Fu Yihang had accepted his fate since he never mentioned them again and had not blamed her due to his good nature. Little did she know that the root of all calamities had long been buried; Fu Yihang had already hated her to the core!
As he said, he took a concubine solely for revenge, just to ensure that she received her due retribution!
But at that time when he proactively proposed taking a concubine in the Third House, he was so sincere and earnest that it was touching. It seemed like a gesture made to achieve his goal; once his purpose was fulfilled, his true self would be revealed!
Yun Ran felt a shiver run through her as an unprecedented sense of panic and fear washed over her. From Fu Yihang's tone and demeanor, it seemed that his revenge was not a momentary impulse but rather a long-lasting torment!
"Since Fu Shizi hates me so much and wants me to receive retribution," Yun Ran swallowed hard and forced herself to appear calm, "why go through the extra step of taking a concubine? Can't it be done another way?"
She finally voiced the frustration that had built up over many days.
"Another way?" Fu Yihang turned back, casting a disdainful glance at Yun Ran kneeling before him, and sneered coldly. "What do you think could be more convenient and more arbitrary than dealing with your own servants? But you are a Concubine Daughter of the Third House; I doubt Lord Yun would allow you to become a servant in the royal residence. The best I can do is take you as a concubine."
"I see!" Yun Ran smiled bleakly and murmured, "How foolish of me to think that the Heir Apparent liked me and appreciated my infatuation..."
As she lifted her gaze to meet Fu Yihang's contemptuous look, she was about to retort that she would tell Father when he saw through her thoughts first and interjected: "You are indeed foolish!" He stared at her, his words sharp as blades pressing in on her. "How could you think I have feelings for you? Look in the mirror! Since you have been taken into my residence, you belong to my royal household. How I deal with you is entirely up to me; Lord Yun cannot do anything about it! Don't forget you are merely a Concubine Daughter."
"Why? Why?" Yun Ran could no longer hold back and cried out loudly again. "Why must you take a concubine first before tormenting me like this? Why?"
"If you are taken as a concubine by another household, I fear that in the future you will conspire with others to harm Yun Kexin," Fu Yihang thought of Yun Kexin's delicate yet coldly charming face. He imagined her perhaps nestled in Feng Yinxiao's arms, whispering sweet nothings, and his heart felt both sweet and bitter. He slowly spoke, "Only if you fall into my hands will you know what it means to feel pain; only then will you dare not act recklessly!"
"No—" Yun Ran shouted with all her might, "Fu Yihang, you have such a cruel heart, so cruel, so cruel..."
Yun Ran thought long and hard; this could not go on any longer. She decided to swallow her pride and seek help from Yun Kexin.
A few days later, one evening, Yun Ran took the opportunity to sneak out of the residence and went to the Duke of Yan's Residence. At that time, the household had just finished dinner. The Nursemaid was busy clearing the dishes while the maidservants were occupied with attending to the Young Master, bustling in and out.
Feng Yinxiao was walking with Yun Kexin outside the Southern Flower Hall.
"Yun Kexin, how do you feel?" Feng Yinxiao said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently lowered his head to speak. "If you're cold, remember to wear more clothes. I saw you coughing intermittently last night; it pained my heart."
Yun Kexin recalled how Feng Yinxiao had lost sleep due to her cold and cough the previous night. Remembering his tight embrace filled with concern made her stop and look up at him, smiling:
"Feng Yinxiao, I've taken all the medicine from the prescription you brought from the palace. It has been effective; my cough has lessened quite a bit. Uncle's medical skills are indeed reliable."
"I don't doubt Uncle," Feng Yinxiao said as he gently touched Yun Kexin's head and face, squeezing her palm while frowning slightly. "I am worried about your health; it pains me."
He placed her palm against his chest, expressing softly.
"I know," Yun Kexin replied with a smile to comfort Feng Yinxiao. "Husband, I will pay attention in the future and won't let myself catch a cold again."
"Pay attention? You refuse to take your medicine and still have the nerve," Feng Yinxiao said, his forehead creasing deeper with displeasure. "If you keep this up, I will really be angry."
"Feng Yinxiao, I am sensitive to medicinal soups; I can't drink too much or I will definitely vomit," she explained. Each time they argued over taking medicine, it always ended with Yun Kexin conceding but cutting corners on her dosage, which of course did not escape Feng Yinxiao's notice. "So I always drink it in moderation."
"That won't do," Feng Yinxiao firmly rejected, "Uncle specifically told you to take your medicine like this. How can you only take a few sips from a bowl of herbal soup? No wonder your recovery is so slow."
He stared at Yun Kexin with a pout, his eyes full of grievance.
Yun Kexin chuckled lightly. She knew that if she tried to "argue" further in this situation, it would only upset him. So she said, "Alright, alright, I was wrong. I'll drink all the medicine tonight and won't 'take shortcuts' anymore. Husband, smile for me."
Feng Yinxiao had always been unable to resist Yun Kexin's playful charm. Before long, he could no longer maintain his facade and affectionately tapped her nose: "You, I really have no way to deal with you."
The two gazed at each other deeply, their sweet love just as it had been in the beginning. The setting sun cast a beautiful golden hue over her pale face due to her illness, making him somewhat entranced. She felt shy under his intense gaze and playfully covered his fiery eyes with one hand, laughing, "Stop staring."
Her beautiful lips slowly curled into a smile as she gently removed her hand. The afterglow danced in his bright dark eyes as he teased her: "Alright, I won't look anymore. I'll look again tonight."
After being married for some time, could Yun Kexin not understand Feng Yinxiao's "hidden meanings"? She immediately blushed and pouted her fists in embarrassment. Feng Yinxiao knew she was shy again and calmly wrapped his arms around her, their deep affection entwining them both.
"Young Lord, Madam, Consort Yun has arrived," Shan Yue called softly from behind.
She didn't want to disturb such a loving scene, but Shanling had urged multiple times: Han Wangfu's Consort Yun has urgent matters to discuss with Madam Yun Kexin and is waiting not far away. Thus, she had no choice but to report the matter truthfully.
Consort Yun? Yun Kexin and Feng Yinxiao exchanged glances, unsure of who it was. They later realized that it must be Yun Ran who had been taken into Han Wangfu as a concubine for the Heir Apparent. When they turned around to look, indeed it was her.
"Seventh Sister..." Yun Ran dared not approach and merely waved her hand in greeting.
Yun Kexin lowered her gaze and frowned coldly: "Take her to Flower Hall."
The couple headed to Flower Hall first, while Yun Ran followed behind guided by Shanling and Shan Yue. As she walked, she observed the spacious courtyard, the clean pathways, the various yet orderly buildings, the beautiful fragrant flowers and plants, and the lush green trees...
Everything can be understood without deliberate imagination; one can know how relaxed and comfortable Yun Kexin lives here. Reflecting on the scene of the couple leaning against each other just now, there was both jealousy and bitterness: in the past at the Duke of E's residence, Yun Kexin was the legitimate daughter, while she was a Concubine Daughter. Their statuses were already different, and now both have married; comparing their living environments, even the affection between their husbands and wives is worlds apart!
Truly, comparing people can be infuriating! Yun Ran's complaints finally turned into a sober sigh: she was here to seek help, not to be a guest, so she needed to present herself well.
In the flower hall, Feng Yinshao and Yun Kexin sat at either end of the main table, while Miao Yu and Shan Yue stood behind them. Shan Ying served tea, and Yun Ran did not dare to sit down. It was only after Shan Ling's repeated "polite" urging that she finally took a seat and poured tea to hand it to her.
"Seventh Sister, I’m sorry..." Yun Ran took a sip of tea, racking her brain for an opening line.
"Eldest Sister, just speak your mind," Yun Kexin glanced at Yun Ran hurriedly before looking away. "You have nothing to apologize for."
"Seventh Sister is still as straightforward as before," Yun Ran forced a smile, wanting to say a few jokes to lighten the mood, but seeing Yun Kexin's serious expression, she could only admit honestly, "Alright, I... I am here to ask Seventh Sister for help."
Help? Yun Kexin narrowed her eyes slightly, then a cold smile appeared at the corners of her lips: Could it be that life in the Han Wangfu is not going well for you? What does that have to do with me?!
Yun Kexin's starry eyes flickered as she spoke clearly.
"I beg Seventh Sister to visit the Han Wangfu," Yun Ran looked at the noble and elegant Yun Kexin with a pitiful gaze, unconsciously feeling humble as she spoke with a trembling voice, "Please persuade the Heir Apparent not to treat me like this anymore; I am in darkness in the Han Wangfu—"
"Eldest Sister, you are already a Concubine in the Han Wangfu," Yun Kexin shot a sharp glance at Yun Ran and said coldly, "How the Heir Apparent and Consort Heir treat you is entirely an internal matter of the Han Wangfu; how can I help you?!"
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