An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The weather this night was different from the previous two days - it was all heavy rain. When Sang Ling returned to the main room, the rain was still pouring down from the sky, hitting the roof with a crackling sound, numbing people's senses.

The Second Young Master's wife lost focus for a moment before letting Wei Chu go to the kitchen at the back - after all, Zong Xiang was only good at accounting, and when it came to managing things, Wei Chu made her feel more at ease.

It seems that the commotion just now really scared Zong Xiang. In order to deal with Shen Huajun's injuries, he would have to send Wei Chu over to control the situation.

She simply said two or three sentences, and the maid understood what she meant. Even though her eyebrows twitched slightly and she was surprised for a moment, she was able to calm down quickly and respond.

Sang Ling went straight to the back room, where Cheng Ai was being looked after by two maids and was eating hot porridge.

The two maids, one named Xiao Yuanxing and the other Yan Yao, were both brought by Old Madam Cheng at the beginning of the year and have only started to come to the room to do work in the past two days.

Seeing the second young master's wife come in, she took the bowl of porridge on her own initiative, and the two younger ones made room for her and retreated to the side of the barrier.

The flame on the bronze lamp flickered, making a tiny popping sound. A strong herbal smell floated in the tent. It was not very pungent, but made people feel at ease. Sang Ling sat cross-legged beside the bamboo bed.

"I am already half buried in the ground, how can I trouble you to take care of me?" Cheng Lao smiled awkwardly.

"Why are you saying this?" Sang Ling scooped some porridge into Cheng's mouth with a spoon.

The old lady refused to speak at first, but when she saw her hand was suspended in the air, she took it.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do now." She moved her gaze to the lacquer bowl again, and her eyes became warm as she spoke.

Only then did she begin to feel scared. She had already lost a beautiful woman, and if she lost Chengwu too, she didn't know how she would live in this mansion in the future.

Therefore, she vented all the hatred she had accumulated in the past on Shen Huajun.

She was not a completely good person, and perhaps not a completely smart person. Even if she knew that Shen Huajun would be in dire straits when she married into the Fu family, it was retribution.

But it couldn't calm her boiling anger today.

"Young Madam is still impatient after all." Cheng Lao heard clearly what Sang Ling had just said to Wei Chu. She felt ashamed and regretful. They had been lying in ambush for so long, and now they took a radical step for Shen Huajun.

Tomorrow the West Mansion will come to pick someone up. My daughter-to-be has a broken arm, how can I explain it?

"Today's work should be done today, as for tomorrow, we can talk about it tomorrow." Sang Ling smiled disapprovingly and asked Cheng Lao to have another mouthful of porridge. Cheng Lao Ma didn't say anything more. Since the matter had been done, there was no point in saying more. She turned over and looked at the rain outside the window. For some reason, she felt a sense of emotion and said, "It's already the third year in a blink of an eye."

"How could it be that long?" Sang Ling refuted her, "She just got married at the end of the year before last."

This year is only the beginning of the year, if you really count the time, it is actually just over a year. And another reason why she doesn't feel that time is long is because of her husband's long absence - although she doesn't resent Nie Ce, she can't help but wonder: why is he always not around when she gets into trouble?

She didn't want to rely on him completely, but she felt that if Nie Ce was there today, perhaps Lian Chengwu would not have been hurt.

"Forget it." I could only comfort myself in my heart.

"The Marquis's Mansion is really a troubled place." Old Cheng sighed again. Seeing how things had progressed, even Old Cheng, who rarely complained, began to sigh. "If I had known it would be like this..." She shook her head again, and before she finished her words, tears suddenly filled her eyes. Her gray hair hung down from her temples, and she looked very sad.

Sang Ling was stunned. "Why are you crying? Did you touch Shen Huajun for me?"

Why did she start to be so kindhearted again? She was just about to persuade him that there was no need to worry so much. She had her own reasons. Even if it was the most difficult Shen family, she would only be able to deal with it until next month at most. Once Shen Huajun got married, the matter would be over.

"It's my fault after all." Aunt Cheng sobbed.

She had no choice but to put down the lacquer bowl, patted his back and consoled him, "What's wrong with you? This matter is fundamentally the fault of these two aunt and nephew."

If we count the details, Shen's actions are too numerous to list, and it was Shen Huajun who took the first action.

"I shouldn't have told the mistress." Old Madam Cheng bit her lower lip, tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking the quilt. "Young lady, it's me who delayed your conversation with the young master."

Sang Ling didn't understand what this meant, and his hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped, "What do you mean?"

"Back then, you were playing with the young master in Hanning Garden, and the young master held you by the waist—" Old Madam Cheng sat up from the upper part of the bamboo bed, "It was I who complained to the mistress of the family, and the next day the mistress of the family took you to the Zhou family to propose marriage."

After the conversation ended, there was silence for a long time, with only the sound of the people in the room sobbing. Sang Ling's mind was like thunder and lightning. He understood a little, but seemed not to understand at all, so he repeated, "What do you mean?"

Old Mother Cheng was already sobbing, her nose running, and she choked several times, saying, "The female head of the family doesn't agree with you and the young master, and she wants you to give up this idea. On the day when the Xun family came to propose marriage, the young master originally wanted to take you back, and he begged for a long time, but the female head of the family refused--"

"It's my fault. If I hadn't said anything too much, young lady, the age difference between you and the young master is too big, the female headmistress might not have made up her mind in the beginning."

As Aunt Cheng was talking, the rain gradually stopped. No one knew when it was, but suddenly several figures appeared on the corridor.

The taut string in Sang Ling's mind seemed to break suddenly. Someone came into the room and spoke to her, but she couldn't hear clearly what was said.

The man then stepped out, and the goose yellow gauze curtain was blown in front of him by the wind from the corridor, half of it was hazy and half of it was clear.

Cheng Wu’s crying is still there.

She unconsciously turned her head away until the clouds gradually dispersed and the moonlight covered the window.

Then she slowly lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes completely covered her eyes.

"It's in the past."