AWB Chapter 129: Lost in Love
Chapter 129: Lost in Love
"Then, tomorrow I will send people to ask around to see which famous academy is willing to accept students. If I can't find one, I will ask my father and brother to come forward and pave the way for you." Ling Mohui's words were full of determination and strength.
Zheng Jiaxuan still shook his head. "When I was young, I had memorized the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, and passed the imperial examination early on. It was only because my family fell into poverty that I was unable to continue taking the exam. Now, I just need to review my old knowledge and wait for the palace examination next year."
His calmness and confidence made Ling Mohui secretly admire him.
Ling Mohui nodded deeply, knowing deep down that if it weren't for those evil forces interfering, Zheng Jiaxuan's life would have been smooth sailing.
As night fell and Zheng Jiaxuan left, Ling Mohui felt an unprecedented fatigue and fell into a deep sleep until the morning light brushed through the window again.
During these few days, the family was busy with affairs. Although her mother and Mrs. Ding often came to visit, they were always in a hurry. Only Ling Zhiyun stayed with her the longest.
During their conversation, Ling Zhiyun asked hints from time to time, as if she wanted to explore the truth about Ling Mohui's mental state.
"Sister, this is the Mingqian Longjing tea that was just picked this year. Come and taste the first taste of spring!"
Ling Zhiyun walked up to Ling Mohui holding a porcelain cup with steam rising from it. The cup contained only a thin layer of water, which was obviously ordinary boiled water.
This action made Ling Mohui suspicious. Did they really think that she was an ignorant child who couldn't even tell the difference between Mingqian Longjing and boiled water?
What's even more outrageous is that the water was extremely hot, and it was obvious that Ling Zhiyun did it on purpose.
Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door. Ling Mo looked back and happened to catch the figure of Ling Chuyun walking into the room. She had an idea and took the teacup handed to her by Ling Zhiyun.
Unexpectedly, there was a crisp "clang" sound, and the boiling liquid splashed all over the floor, emitting hot steam, disturbing the tranquility of the room.
Ling Chuyun heard the noise and rushed over, only to see Ling Mo covering her hand, her face looking a little pale due to the pain: "Oh, it's so hot!"
When Ling Chuyun saw this, he immediately asked Ling Zhiyun, "What's going on?"
Ling Zhiyun looked innocent and hurriedly explained: "I... I just wanted to pour a glass of water for my second sister, but who knew she accidentally knocked it over."
Ling Mohui's eyes were clear, with an indescribable innocence, looking at Ling Chuyun: "Third sister said this is precious Mingqian Longjing, I was anxious and wanted to taste the fragrance of the new tea as soon as possible, but I didn't expect..."
Ling Chuyun looked down at the pool of transparent liquid on the ground. Was there any precious Mingqian Longjing tea there?
Anger suddenly rose in her heart: "Zhiyun, how could you treat Mohui like this? Knowing that she is in poor health, you still joke with her in this way?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Zhiyun hurriedly explained, her expression full of panic: "No, I just... I just can't accept that my second sister is really sick, and I want to find a way to confirm it."
"You actually have doubts about Mo Hui's illness? She suffered so much for you, but instead of feeling sorry for her, you doubt her?"
There was a hint of hard-to-conceal disappointment in Ling Chuyun's eyes as he stared straight at Ling Zhiyun.
"Zhiyun, I still remember that you used to be the most considerate and attentive to others. When did your heart become so hard that you are no longer easily moved by the suffering of others?"
Ling Zhiyun hurriedly shook her head, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she tried her best to explain: "No, I didn't! I just... I was just worried that all this happened too suddenly, and I couldn't help feeling confused and puzzled..."
"Even if you don't believe her, you should know that this water has just been boiled on the stove. How can you give it directly to a weak patient to drink? Doing so will not only be useless, but will harm her."
Ling Chuyun's words were filled with unquestionable firmness. His movements were swift and gentle. As he spoke, he gently helped Ling Mo back up. "Don't be afraid, second sister. Big brother is here. I will accompany you to take a shower and make sure your hand is fine."
Ling Chuyun half-hugged Ling Mohui and walked out with firm steps, completely ignoring the words behind her that Ling Zhiyun tried to explain but finally swallowed back, leaving only her lonely figure, looking particularly lonely in the room.
Ling Zhiyun was so angry that her fingers almost dug into her palms, leaving a few faint red marks.
She was conflicted. Yan Sheng had clearly chosen her, so why was it Mo Hui who had to bear this unexpected disaster?
If I really have to blame someone, I can only blame myself for not being able to monopolize Yan Sheng's favor. How can I let others take responsibility for this matter?
Why did all the people, even her relatives who usually cared for her, stand on Ling Mohui's side without exception at this moment, as if she had become the outsider in this emotional entanglement?
After Ling Mohui used cold water to relieve the pain, Ling Chuyun specially invited the gentle and virtuous Ding to accompany Ling Mohui.
"Don't blame your third sister. She is now blinded by love and her mind is full of that Master Fu. Her inappropriate behavior is out of necessity."
Mrs. Ding knew that it was difficult to directly excuse Ling Zhiyun, so she could only try her best to comfort Ling Mohui, hoping that she would be magnanimous and forget about this unpleasant experience.
"It's really chilling to see her like this. For the sake of a man, she can actually ignore the love between brothers and sisters. This world is really sad!"
Ling Chuyun's face was filled with anger, and he slammed his fist on the table, making a dull sound. "It's all Fu Yansheng's fault. Zhiyun used to be the most well-educated child in our family, but now..."
"Well, no matter how angry you are, you can't change the current situation."
Ding approached Ling Chuyun and whispered softly in his ear, "The wedding is just around the corner, and Zhiyun is eager to consolidate her position in the Fu Mansion. I believe that after the marriage, everything will slowly get better."
Under Ding's gentle words of comfort, Ling Chuyun's emotions gradually calmed down, and the frown between his brows also relaxed a little: "He is still kneeling in the ancestral hall and hasn't gotten up yet?"
Mrs. Ding winked at him, indicating that he should ignore her: "Why bother with him? If he wants to kneel there, let him be. We should just pretend that we don't know anything about it."
Ling Chuyun nodded slightly to show his agreement. Fu Yansheng had indeed gone too far this time and it was time for him to reflect on himself.
Mrs. Ding added quietly, "Don't worry. The day after tomorrow is a big wedding day. He won't be able to kneel for too long. It will only be these two days. It won't be a big deal."
Considering that there was still official business waiting to be dealt with, Ling Chuyun left Ding to accompany Ling Mohui to chat and relieve her boredom, while he left first.
By the evening, Mrs. Ding was also busy with other household chores and had to say goodbye temporarily.
At this time, night had quietly fallen and Ling Zhiyun slowly walked into the room.
"Third sister?" Ling Mohui was leisurely eating melon seeds, flipping through the sketchbook in her hand casually, with a relaxed and happy smile on her face.