Red Mansion: Holding Space and Marrying Like the Sea

After hearing these words, Third Sister You felt as if a volcano had been ignited within her. The raging flames instantly erupted, and her anger surged like a raging tide, crashing through her heart one wave after another. She cursed silently in her heart: "It's just as those people say. The men in this world are like those black crows. Not a single one is trustworthy and reliable!" They are always full of lies, seemingly sincere and sincere, but in reality, they are extremely hypocritical. She tried her best to suppress the rage that was about to erupt within her. Her eyes, like a cold blade, stared at Li Gui with a look of determination that seemed to penetrate a person's heart, causing Li Gui to tremble. She spoke slowly, with a chill in her tone, and said, "Butler Li, please don't be too happy because of my concession at this moment. I, Third Sister You, am not the kind of weak woman who allows others to manipulate me at will. I have my own principles and bottom line. You'd better give up those inappropriate thoughts as soon as possible and stop thinking about me, otherwise don't blame me for being really rude!" After that, she turned around and left.

Thinking about how she has endured humiliation until now, she originally wanted to use Prince Beijing to bring down the Jia family and avenge her mother and sister.

Unexpectedly, it ended up like this.

Li Gui's face turned extremely ugly after hearing what Third Sister You said, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, "Third Sister You, don't be so ungrateful. In your current situation, it's a blessing to have someone like me to take care of you. If you continue to be so stubborn, you will only bring trouble upon yourself."

You Sanjie was a weak woman. After a ridiculous night, Li Gui went to work in the morning with a satisfied look on his face, leaving You Sanjie, who looked like a rag, lying on the bed.

When Li Gui's wife heard the door open, she knew that Li Gui had gotten up to wait on the prince. She brought a little maid to You Sanjie's bedside and said in a gloomy voice, "Give it to him."

While Third Sister You was fuzzy-headed, she felt someone pouring something into her mouth. She tried to struggle, but her body was powerless. She could only let the person do what was done and swallow the unknown liquid.

After a while, Third Sister You felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, as if thousands of worms were gnawing at her internal organs. She rolled over in agony, sweat dripping down her face.

"Hahaha, Third Sister You, just enjoy it slowly. This is something I specially prepared for you. It will make you live a life worse than death." Li Guijia smiled proudly, watching Third Sister You struggling painfully on the bed.

Jia Zhen returned home, his face filled with regret and hatred. The alluring figure of Yu Sanjie and her resolute departure kept resurfacing in his mind, filling him with regret and self-blame. He knew that nothing could be undone, leaving him alone in the quiet of his study, silently lamenting and feeling overwhelmed by loneliness and regret.

That day, sunlight streamed through the window into Jia Zheng's study. He sat quietly at his desk, an ancient book in hand, immersed in a world of books. Just then, Zhou Ruijia hurried in, a hint of anxiety on her face. She said to Jia Zheng, "Master, Madam said that the Eighth Prince's birthday will be in a few days. I've come to ask for your instructions on how to organize it." Jia Zheng frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Go back and tell Madam that I'm aware of this. Prepare according to the old custom and send the appropriate gifts when the time comes." Zhou Ruijia quickly replied, "I understand. I will convey Master's instructions to Madam." With that, she turned and left the study to report to Madam Wang.

As for Jia She, he had originally been a minor henchman of the late emperor's deposed crown prince. Naturally, he had no good feelings towards the Eighth Prince, who had forced the deposed crown prince to commit suicide. On the Eighth Prince's birthday, Lin Zhixiao arrived early in Jia Zheng's study, bowed respectfully, and said, "Early this morning, my master suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain. I'm afraid he won't be able to attend the Eighth Prince's birthday banquet. I've been asked to come and tell you about the situation." Jia Zheng nodded slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He said, "That's fine. Go back and tell your master not to worry about this matter and to take good care of himself." Lin Zhixiao bowed respectfully again and withdrew to report.

After seeing Lin Zhixiao slowly leave, Jia Zheng's originally slightly drooping mouth corners seemed to be gently lifted up by an invisible hand. An imperceptible cunning light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Brother, since you feel a little unwell at the moment, you should rest well. As your younger brother, I will take the trouble to go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion on behalf of our Rongguo Mansion and perform the duties of courtesy." After that, he straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and looked calm and composed as the head of the family. Then he led Jia Baoyu, Jia Zhen and others to the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Along the way, everyone followed Jia Zheng silently with solemn expressions. The others, however, simply followed the rules, showing no signs of excessive emotion. Only Baoyu was overjoyed, as if he were about to attend a grand banquet. The reason for this was that Baoyu always had a special fondness for handsome men, and now, having encountered someone as handsome, refined, and slender as the Eighth Prince, he was even more delighted, wishing he could be with him all the time. So, without caring about anything else, he hurriedly changed into a decent outfit and followed the others briskly to the gates of the majestic and solemn Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen, both filled with trepidation, respectfully handed over their visiting cards with both hands, then waited anxiously outside the door for the audience. They whispered to each other from time to time, their eyes filled with anticipation and uneasiness, as if the door of the upcoming audience concealed countless unknowns and possibilities.

Soon, the tightly closed door slowly opened, and a eunuch emerged. He clutched a rosary tightly in his hand, the beads clacking softly as he walked, as if to convey the mystery and solemnity of the palace. Upon seeing Jia Zheng, a smile immediately broke out on his face. He nodded slightly, and addressed him cordially, "Master Zheng." Jia Zheng's heart tightened, and he quickly straightened his clothes. With a broad smile, he replied, "Excuse me, eunuch. I wonder if the prince has time to see us?" Jia Zhen, standing nearby, also looked nervous, rubbing his hands.