After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

The crape myrtle in front of the yard is just beginning to bloom, and its splendor is as bright as the morning glow.

The sunlight at the hour of Si shone obliquely through the eaves, casting a ray of light onto the crape myrtle tree in the courtyard, covering the flowers on the tree with a layer of light warm color, making the clusters of pale red even more vivid and eye-catching.

No wonder "In midsummer, green covers the eyes, while these flowers fill the room with red."

Gentle breezes blow from time to time, and the fresh scent of flowers and plants fills your nose, sweet, substantial and not irritating.

Shang Tingli sat on a stone bench in the yard, his hands resting on the stone table with his cheeks supported, quietly looking at the blooming crape myrtle flowers by the wall, his eyes dull and his mind empty.

This crape myrtle was planted by her own hands the year she first entered the Marquis's Mansion.

The tree she personally took care of had never bloomed before. Even when she visited her parents-in-law in her previous life, she had never seen the light red color on the tree. This year was the first time the tree had bloomed. Watching the seedling grow into a tree and now blooming again, Shang Tingli felt more disappointed.

She actually has no feelings towards crape myrtles.

There is another person who likes crape myrtle, and that is her mother.

When the three of them lived in Nanwu, the courtyard was full of crape myrtles, which my mother loved. There were red, purple and white flowers. When they bloomed, the fragrance filled the courtyard and dissipated the summer heat.

She once thought that the crape myrtle was ugly, too gaudy, and too vulgar. Her mother laughed and said, "You are still young, how can you understand what is vulgar and what is gaudy?"

She curled her lips: "Anyway, it just doesn't look good."

The mother gently rubbed her hair and said softly, "Have you ever heard of 'Planting a crape myrtle in front of your door will bring you wealth and prosperity'? In folk culture, crape myrtle can bring people good luck and peace."

She was confused and said, "Growing flowers can make our family rich?"

"..."

The mother fell silent.

"Mother?" She refused to give up and stared at her mother with her big round eyes, as if she would not give up until she got her mother's answer.

After a long while, her mother sighed and smiled at her gently: "Xiao Li, our family doesn't seek great wealth and honor. It is enough for us to have warm clothes and enough food now."

She clearly saw the moisture in her mother's eyes.

My mother also said, "It's best for our family to be well."

The young girl nodded, not quite understanding: "Oh."

Her mother hugged her in her arms and said, "Look how beautiful the flower is. It is a natural beauty, the most beautiful in the summer. How can it be vulgar?"

……

"What are you thinking about?"

The bright red in front of him turned into a black shadow. Shang Tingli came back to his senses and looked to the left. The young man had a smile on his face, and the mole under his lip unconsciously caught people's attention.

She was in a trance for a moment and then shook her head and said, "Nothing."

Ke Xin withdrew his hand, glanced at her and said nothing.

Shang Tingli lowered his eyes silently.

Even to this day, she still doesn't understand her mother, let alone why her mother loves crape myrtle so much.

Ke Xin casually looked at the cluster of bright red flowers and said calmly, "Does the Crown Prince's Consort like crape myrtles?"

When he came, he had already looked around the entire courtyard. Remote and desolate were his first impressions. He had never expected that a young lady from a marquis's mansion would live in such a shabby courtyard.

A closer look revealed that although the yard was old, it was well maintained and still habitable. A closer look revealed that although it was a bit old, it was still habitable.

I don’t know what the owner of the yard was thinking, there is only a monotonous crape myrtle tree in the deserted yard.

Shang Tingli: “I don’t like it.”

Feeling his eyes on her, she explained slightly: "My mother likes it. This was the yard where she lived."

Her mother should be Yu Hou's biological sister, and must have been a pampered daughter in the family in the past. Ke Xin was surprised: "Your mother..." How could she live in such a shabby courtyard?

Shang Tingli understood what he had not said, and said calmly: "When my mother lived here, it was naturally the best."

But by the time it was her turn, the yard had already undergone tremendous changes.

Ke Xin frowned.

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "This courtyard used to be full of crape myrtles. The old owner no longer lived here, so it gradually became a wasteland. When the new owner moved in, the mistress ordered people to cut down all the crape myrtle trees for convenience."

When she moved in, Pan Yaying only ordered the servants to clean up the yard and did not renovate it for her. In this way, it was just a place for people to live in, and she lived there for five years.

Pan Yaying dared to do this because her uncle took her back home for show, and she was not too young, so her uncle could not come to his niece's yard all the time. Pan Yaying was fearless and wanted to squeeze her as much as she could.

In her previous life, she was even more outrageous and dared to swallow the dowry left to her by her mother.

Ke Xin's expression was complicated: "Your mother was loved by the old marquis and the old lady at that time. Logically speaking, even if she got married, her yard should not be left unattended."

Shang Tingli smiled bitterly: "What if all favors are based only on interests?"

Ke Xin paused and remained silent for a long time.

"Who would care about a chess piece when there is no profit to be made?" Shang Tingli looked at the crape myrtle again, with emotions in his eyes that others could not understand.

Ke Xin didn't respond.

Shang Tingli also kept silent.

About half a quarter of an hour passed.

Shang Tingli took the initiative to find a topic to talk about: "I planted that crape myrtle tree. This is the first time it has bloomed in so many years."

Ke Xin asked: "Why only one tree was planted?"

Shang Tingli replied: "Things have changed and I am no longer my mother."

If this is the case, why plant crape myrtles?

I planted crape myrtles because I missed my mother, and I only planted one because the yard that belonged to my mother is long gone.

There was silence again.

In order to divert attention, Shang Tingli turned around and asked: "Why did the prince reject my uncle before?"

When entering the door and passing by the main hall, Yu Jing invited Ke Xin to talk in the study, but Ke Xin refused and followed Shang Tingli here.

She just couldn't see through him.

[It's hard to guess what's going on here. Could it be that my brain isn't as good as the Fourth Prince's? ]

Ke Xin raised his eyelids.

Why did she suddenly mention the Fourth Prince and compare him with him? Her thoughts were a little jumpy and he couldn't keep up.

And to reiterate, he is not an idiot.

"Can't you refuse?" He just looked at her calmly, with a proud face.

Shang Tingli choked: "You are the prince, of course you can."

[Isn't it just a rejection? If you like him, no one would dare to say anything even if you kick him twice.]

According to rumors, the prince of Ren is arrogant and difficult to get along with. Now it seems that this is not entirely groundless, and the man in front of him is quite arrogant.

[I think I know why the Fourth Prince doesn't trust you. ]

Upon hearing this, Ke Xin frowned and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Shang Tingli was stunned: "Huh?"

what why?

Do I need to explain why I compliment him?

Ke Xin touched his nose and looked at the crape myrtle tree by the wall. His eyes were wandering and he seemed a little at a loss.

Shang Tingli was lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice his strangeness. He patiently flattered him again: "You are the prince, what can't you do?"

[He must be suffering from epilepsy.]

"..."

Ke Xin's tense nerves relaxed.

Oh, I didn’t notice.