It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Su Wanyu held the tea bowl in her hand and stared at the tea in the bowl, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she opened her red lips and praised: "Liu'er, your tea-making skills are really getting better and better."

This remark caused a blush of shyness to appear on Liu'er's pretty face. She lowered her head, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and whispered back, "This is all due to the Second Young Madam's good teaching. If not for this, how could this servant have reached the level she is today?"

After saying this, she stole a glance at her mistress, and saw that Su Wanyu was outstanding in appearance, and her manners were gentle and dignified, but she also had a tenacity and calmness that was different from that of an ordinary daughter.

Her words are usually gentle and delicate, making people feel like spring breeze, but the occasional coldness that she inadvertently reveals makes people hard to understand.

Liu'er often wondered why such an outstanding woman always had a barely perceptible chill in the depths of her eyes, like the hard-to-melt ice and snow in winter, making people involuntarily want to melt the coldness in her heart with all their warmth.

Liu'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly retracted her gaze: "Second Young Madam, please try this pot of tea again."

After she finished speaking, she skillfully scooped up the tea powder with a small tea spoon and carefully brewed another cup for Su Wanyu.

Since leaving the Zheng Mansion, Liu'er has not only learned the skill of making tea in the Su Family, but her temperament has also become more mature and stable, and she is no longer as easy to cry as before.

Despite this, her complaining temper remained unchanged, and anyone who tried to cause trouble in the Su's Teahouse could not escape her sharp counterattack.

However, Su Wanyu seldom came here in person. She would either send Yun Yi to collect the debts, or simply nod to Liu'er when passing by.

But recently she had been acting out of character and had been visiting every day, which had made Liu'er both surprised and delighted.

Just as Liu'er was immersed in her thoughts, a maid named Siqi hurried in, leaned close to Su Wanyu's ear, and reported in a low voice: "Miss, I heard that the second young master suddenly fainted on the way home, and is now being urgently carried to the carriage and is about to be sent back home."

"In this case, he has no hope of passing the imperial examination."

Su Wanyu slowly stood up, a meaningful smile appeared on her face, "Okay, let's wait for the day when the results are announced."

Siqi smiled along with her, but behind that smile, there were barely perceptible tears gleaming in the corners of her eyes. Liu'er was unable to capture this subtle change, and only Siqi herself understood the reason.

During this period of time, she almost became Su Wanyu's shadow, listening to her stories about her past life.

In that time and space, Zheng Chengyan, with the help of Prince Liang and Concubine Rong, won the first place in the imperial examination, and achieved even greater success in the palace examination, becoming the new number one scholar.

He returned on horseback wearing a red robe, looking so glorious that he didn't even bother to dismount. He ran towards Zhang Yingying impatiently, held her hand tightly, and called her "Madam" affectionately, making everyone else sigh that their love was stronger than gold and a match made in heaven.

However, Su Wanyu at that time was like a mouse forgotten in a dark corner, trapped in the backyard, suffering from illness, watching other people's happiness, with nowhere to tell the pain and bitterness in her heart.

Siqi couldn't imagine what kind of torment and sorrow the young lady had endured back then.

Fortunately, Zheng Chengyan in front of him is no longer the glorious top scholar of the past. His career is bleak and his future is uncertain. Everything is his own fault.

Siqi sniffed hard and quietly hid her sadness without making any sound.

"Miss, should we go back home?"

She asked with concern, her tone full of care and obedience towards Su Wanyu.

"It's rare for you to come out, please sit for a while," Su Wanyu picked up the exquisite blue and white porcelain teacup, with a faint smile on her lips, and continued to sip the tea that was still warm in the cup.

In order not to let down Liu'er's delicate thoughts and the carefully brewed tea, even though her belly was already bulging with delicious food, she still insisted on drinking up every drop of the tea that contained friendship and warmth.

Liu'er had a look of pure joy on her face. She was completely unaware that Su Wanyu was full. She just thought that she particularly liked the taste of this tea. The satisfaction and happiness in her heart were almost overflowing. She couldn't hide the smile on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes curved into crescents and her laughter was crisp and pleasant, like a stream flowing happily in spring.

As the sun set, the sky was gradually filled with twilight. Su Wanyu then gently put down the empty teacup and turned to chat with Liu'er about their respective recent situations. The trivial things in life became vivid and interesting in their relaxed and cheerful conversation. Until the night fell completely and the silvery moonlight covered the way home, the two said goodbye reluctantly and returned to their respective mansions.

The Zheng Mansion was silent and extremely deserted. It was hard to even find a busy servant or a maid walking briskly.

The financial burden on the mansion was increasing day by day. While Mr. Ning was away from home, the thrifty Mrs. Zhou had to make a decision to dismiss some of the servants to save money.

Madam Zheng seemed to be completely unconcerned about the changes in the outside world. She lay in the rocking chair in the courtyard all day, with her eyes closed, and did not express any opinion on all these changes.

This adjustment made the formerly bustling Zheng Mansion suddenly deserted. Even the plaque hanging in the front hall seemed to have lost its former luster in the dim light and shadow, revealing a sense of desolation.

On this overly quiet night, "Second Young Madam, the Second Young Master suddenly fainted on the way back just now. Please go and see him!"

A maid hurried over from Zheng Chengyan's room, with an anxious look on her face. She almost trotted all the way to report, her voice full of worry.

Upon hearing this, Su Wanyu quickly handed the cloak in her hand to Siqi, her personal maid, and said with an unquestionable decisiveness: "Have you called a doctor?"

The maid replied quickly, with a hint of comfort in her tone: "A doctor has been called and is on the way."

After receiving the reply, Su Wanyu replied softly: "That's good, I'll go check on him now."

Then, she led Siqi through the quiet corridor and walked towards the courtyard where Zheng Chengyan lived.

The moment she stepped into the room, Zheng Chengyan hurriedly pulled the quilt over her and covered his face tightly, as if he wanted to escape from something.

Su Wanyu gave Siqi a calm look, and the latter understood and quietly told the servants around her to retreat.

As the footsteps faded away, the room returned to silence. Only the two of them stood facing each other, and the atmosphere became subtle and heavy.

At this moment, time seems to flow backwards, making people feel dazed.

It seemed like ages ago that they had last been alone like this.

At that time, he held her father's head in his hand, with no expression on his face, and placed it coldly in front of her. That scene is still frightening when she recalls it.