Duke Jing's younger sister

Zhao was stunned for a moment, then she realized that this young lady from an official family always spoke unpleasant words. Could it be that she was going to try the trick of "getting rid of the mother and keeping the son"?

Even though she felt resentful in her heart, the person standing in front of her was the daughter of the Duke's Mansion. How could she afford to offend her?

Zhao could only suppress her anger and asked with a stiff smile, "I wonder...what does Third Miss Shen mean by this?"

Ziyuan's younger brother Yao Ziqian said nothing, but stared at the girl standing outside the fence.

She was wearing a moon-white summer dress with pale pink peach blossoms embroidered on the sleeves. The material of the dress looked very fine and it shone faintly in the sunlight.

Her eyes were gentle and her smile was as calm as water. She seemed to be about the same age as him, but she had an invisible majesty.

She smiled and said, "I just heard that you have a long-cherished wish that has not been fulfilled for many years. Considering that you are Ziyuan's biological mother, I also promised her that I would help you..."

She paused and looked at Zhao with a half-smile, "I will help you marry Wang Liu, so you don't have to come back with me."

Zhao was still worried just now, but when she heard this, she was immediately delighted, and her wrinkles on her face were all gathered together with laughter. "Oh, is this true? Do you keep your word, young lady?"

"nature."

Shen Li chuckled, "But, there is a condition."

"Whatever conditions you have, just tell me, young lady, I will always comply with them!"

Shen Li's eyes swept across the young man, and then met his puzzled eyes.

"Although I helped you on this path, in the final analysis, it was because you wanted to do it. I never forced you, right?"

Zhao responded quickly: "Yes, yes, that's right!"

Shen Li curled her lips slightly, "After you marry Wang Liu, no matter how good or bad your life will be, you are not allowed to come to the Duke's Mansion to look for your son. Do you agree?"

Zhao didn't even think about it and blurted out, "Yes, of course! He will live a rich and prosperous life with you, young lady, so why should I worry about it? I can promise that I will never see him again!"

People like Zhao are naturally not the kind of people who keep their words and cannot go back on their words.

Shen Li also had no intention of letting the mother and daughter never have any contact with each other again.

After all, they are blood relatives, and even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. How could Zhao not remember her only son when she cannot get any good treatment from Wang Liu in the future?

What Shen Li wanted was for Yao Ziqian to have no worries and see clearly whether this family was still worth his stay.

As expected, when Yao Ziqian heard what his mother said, his face turned red with anger.

"Mom!" he yelled, "You are simply unreasonable!"

His face was filled with anger. For a moment he hated the injustice of heaven as to why he had to have such a mother. But at the same time he found it funny.

It turns out that in his mother's heart, he, her own son, is not as good as that sweet-mouthed but treacherous Wang Liu!

Between Wang Liu and him, his mother chose him without hesitation. Without even thinking about it, she simply and decisively abandoned him!

Perhaps, to his mother, he and his sister were nothing more than burdens, burdens that prevented her from remarrying!

"What about you?" Shen Li looked back at the boy and said calmly, "Can you tell me your name?"

Yao Ziqian lowered his head and clenched his fists. After struggling for a long time, he finally raised his head and met her clear and cold deer eyes. "My name is - Yao Ziqian!"

Shen Li smiled and nodded.

Then he took out some change, gave it to the coachman, and told him to go to the village and find a few strong men.

The servant moved quite quickly. In a short while, he brought seven or eight tall and strong young men to the door of Yao's house.

"Girl, do you think these people are enough?" the servant asked, crouching down.

"That's enough," she glanced at Yao Ziqian, "Go."

The boy was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on: "Where are we going?"

"You should know where your sister's coffin is, right?"

Yao Ziqian understood immediately, "Of course I know. He was just dragged away by that old Liu. He's not dead yet, but he's already anxious to arrange a ghost marriage for me!"

"Take them there and bring back the coffin."

"it is good!"

"Wait..." Shen Li stopped him again.

Everyone took a step forward and then took it back, looking at each other, somewhat at a loss.

After a moment's silence, Shen Li pointed to a hillside not far away, where there was a lush tree which looked like a locust tree from a distance.

"Go ahead and carry it there, and find some shovels or something. I want to see her buried with my own eyes."

Yao Ziqian looked in the direction where she pointed, and a heat welled up in his eyes. He nodded heavily, then left with a group of people in a hurry.

Shen Li remained where she was, turned sideways, and glanced deeply at Zhao.

Ever since she could remember, she had been a motherless child. Every time she saw other children acting coquettishly in their mother's arms, she would feel an indescribable feeling of envy.

It was as if her heart was being peeled off layer by layer, revealing the softest and most vulnerable part.

Later, she entered the Shen family. Although she seemed to have a mother, in fact, she had nothing to do with family.

Family love should be the most sincere and profound emotion in the world.

However, Ziyuan clearly has a mother but she seems like she has no mother. The warmth of family love is like the stars in the sky, far away and out of reach for her.

Paper money fluttered in the wind. Shen Li stood under the locust tree and watched the brown coffin being buried by the yellow earth bit by bit until it turned into a small mound of earth.

White paper and yellow earth, yin and yang separated.

Xingping's eyes were red from crying, and Yao Ziqian tried to hold back his tears, but his eyes were also red.

Zhao did not come to see her daughter off for the last time. She was busy packing her luggage in the house. Shen Li would send someone to take her to Wang Liu's house soon.

With the title of Duke Jingguo as his guarantee, Wang Liu dared not refuse to marry her.

Everyone was walking back carrying shovels and other things. Shen Li was walking at the end. After walking about ten steps, she slowed down and looked back.

Suddenly a wind blew, fluttering her wide sleeves, the leaves of the locust trees rustled, and paper money flew all over the sky like snow.

She seemed to see Zi Yuan standing in front of the incense stick that had not yet burned out, with her hands on her abdomen, smiling at her...

When they returned to the gate of the Yao family, Shen Li and Xing Ping did not enter the yard.

They still stood outside the door, waiting for Yao Ziqian to go back and pack some important things, and then take him back to the Shen Mansion.

They stood in the shade under the poplar trees. The sunlight shone through the dense branches and leaves, and mottled white spots flickered and danced on the ground.

Xingping still had some concerns in her heart, "Miss, he is neither too old nor too young, and he is half a man. How can he enter our Qinghui Courtyard?"

Shen Li had no intention of letting him stay in Qinghui Courtyard. Putting aside the distinction between men and women, with her status, how could she protect Yao Ziqian from being bullied?

In front of these common people, she relied on the power of Duke Jingguo to bully others, but when she really arrived in Jiangdu City, what could she do?

"I plan to have him go to Cuibai Hall."

Xing Ping suddenly realized and agreed, "It would be great to be able to be with the Duke. Then... would the Duke agree?"

"He certainly won't turn me down."

Shen Li still has this confidence.

After a while, Yao Ziqian came out, holding in his hand a gray package that looked very heavy. It was square and angular, and it looked like a book.

Xingping reached out to help him, but was rejected by him. Shen Li couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. He was a boy who was a little too straightforward.

The carriage returned to Jiangdu City, but did not go towards the Shen Mansion. Instead, it turned and went to Xing'anfang.

Walking to the southernmost end of Xing'anfang, the vermilion three-story building facing the lake with the most luxurious decoration and the largest area is the most famous Wanhua Tower in Jiangdu City.