Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

I was stunned by these words.

Shangguan Qian reacted quickly. Her eyebrows knitted slightly, the corners of her eyes reddened, and she looked pitiful, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "I originally thought that if I married Mr. Gong Er, you would treat me as a family member."

Gong Yuanzheng: "That depends on whether you can marry into the family."

Without waiting for Shangguan Qian to speak again, the young man extended his hand to her and said, "Now, please return to your room, Miss Shangguan."

Looking at the woman's back, Gong Yuanzheng snorted disdainfully. If Shangguan Qian thought that he was like that loser Gong Ziyu and that shedding a few tears could make him soften his heart, then he was totally wrong.

"Where is my sister?" Gong Yuanzheng asked Jin Fu who was passing by.

It's almost time for dinner. In the past, my sister would be in Zheng Palace at this time, but today he went to pick up Shangguan Qian, so my sister would definitely be waiting for him in Jiao Palace.

Jin Fu replied: "The second young lady went to Yu Palace."

The young man frowned, his voice filled with displeasure: "Are you going to find Gong Ziyu?"

Gong Ziyu is such a loser, all he does is pester his sister all day long!

Jin Fu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Master Zheng held such a strong grudge, and then replied, "The Second Miss went to see Madam Wu Ji."

"Madam Wu Ji?" Gong Yuanzheng asked in confusion.

He usually has no contact with the women in his family, and his sister's relationship with Ming Wu Ji is not very close, so why... would she go to visit her on purpose?

Yumiya, Mingwuji's room.

The white mist rises from the incense burner, which makes people feel relaxed and calm.

Ming Wuji picked up the porcelain pot and poured boiling hot water into the teapot. Her movements were elegant and carried the charm of years of accumulation. This was a feeling that could not be imitated but only given by time.

Gong Yunzheng sat opposite her, took the teacup she handed over with both hands, and thanked her gently.

Ming Wuji smiled gracefully, her voice elegant, and spoke slowly: "You are a quiet child, and you rarely come to see me on weekdays. Is there anything you want to visit me for this time?"

Gong Yunzheng said softly, "Nothing."

"Old Zhiren passed away suddenly. I was afraid that Madam Wuji would be too sad, so I came to visit her."

Thinking back to the old sword, Ming Wuji felt an indescribable complex sadness: "The dead cannot be resurrected, and life must go on no matter how sad it is."

"You and Zi Yu had a very good relationship, and he always treated you as his own sister. Lao Zhiren was always very strict with him when he was alive. He must be more heartbroken than I am now that he's suddenly lost his father."

"I've already gone to talk to Brother Ziyu about it and told him everything I needed to say." Gong Yunzheng looked at the dignified woman sitting opposite him while sipping his tea. "However, he still needs to figure it out on his own."

Ming Wuji smiled and sipped her tea: "Zi Yu always listens to you, and you are thoughtful and considerate. With your comfort, I feel much more at ease."

Gong Yunzheng said with concern, "Lao Zhiren has passed away. Madam Wuji is a widow, and Brother Ziyu wants to take good care of you. However, life is not easy for women in the palace, and Brother Ziyu is a man, so sometimes he is unavoidable to neglect things, which makes Madam Wuji sad and touches her homesick."

Ming Wuji smiled faintly: "When people get old, it's normal to want to return to their roots."

"It's probably difficult for fallen leaves to return to their roots," Gong Yunzheng changed the subject, "but if Madam Wu Ji still has relatives alive, I might be able to help."

Ming Wuji kept smiling: "I am Madam Lan's personal maid, how could I have any living relatives?"

"So, Madam Wu Ji is also a person with a miserable fate." Gong Yunzheng picked up the teacup and took a sip. "We are all people with miserable fates. It's just that some people experience sweetness first and then bitterness, some people experience bitterness first and then sweetness, and there is another kind of people..."

As she spoke, she met Madam Wuji's calm eyes, as if looking into a deep spring with no bottom to be seen: "People like this will always suffer."

Falling into the abyss without knowing it.

Putting down the teacup in her hand, Ming Wuji's smile deepened: "Who in the palace doesn't suffer?"

"Slowly, over time, I no longer feel the pain."

Ming Wuji said this with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

……

As soon as he walked into the gate of Yugong, he saw a young man standing by a big tree on the bridge, holding the hilt of a sword with one hand, quietly looking at the green water under the bridge. Gong Ziyu almost thought he had walked into the wrong door.

Gong Yuanzheng has never liked Yu Gong, so why would he come here?

Could it be that she didn’t have enough of the quarrel at noon and came home to quarrel with him?

Gong Zishang and Jin Fan, who were standing behind Gong Ziyu, were also surprised and couldn't understand why Gong Yuanzheng appeared in Yu Palace.

Moreover, this kid looked at the water with a patient and quiet expression. When he didn't speak, he was as graceful as jade, young and fair. The peaceful smile on the corners of his lips added a lot of mystery to him. He was really... good-looking.

Yun Weishan was behind him, and not wanting to lose face, Gong Ziyu coughed lightly twice.

Seeing the young man on the bridge's originally relaxed expression turn into impatience, he loosened his hand on the hilt of the knife and crossed his arms, looking at them with disgust in his eyes.

I'm pretending not to notice them, so why are you still moving closer?

The mood of the few people who were stared at with disgust immediately plummeted.

"An unpleasant little brat." Gong Zishang curled his lips in a low voice.

Jin Fan held the hilt of the knife, looked at her, and agreed with her to the extreme.

Gong Ziyu displayed the dignity of a swordsman: "Why would Master Zheng come to my Yu Palace?"

Gong Yuanzheng raised a light smile on his lips: "I'll wait for my sister."

Sister Ayun came to see him? Gong Ziyu was instantly happy.

"That's right. If Sister Ayun didn't come to Yu Palace, I'm afraid Brother Yuanzheng wouldn't set foot in my Yu Palace either." Gong Ziyu suppressed a smile and said in a charming voice, "But, Brother Yuanzheng may have to wait a little longer."

"Why?" Gong Yuanzheng was curious.

Gong Ziyu said naturally, "I just returned to Yu Palace. Since Sister Ayun came to see me, I must have a good chat with her for a while. Maybe I'll even invite her to dinner."

"Brother Yuanzheng," he said considerately, "If you think it's taking too long, you can go back first. I will send Sister Ayun back to Zheng Palace safely."

"It's still daytime, do you want to sleep a little longer?" Gong Yuanzheng found it funny: "Sister came to visit Madam Wu Ji, when did she say she came to see you?"

"Brother Ziyu, you feel a little too self-satisfied."

He called Zi Yu Brother in a very sarcastic tone.

Caught off guard, Gong Ziyu was surprised: "Sister Ayun and Auntie? They don't usually interact with each other."

Why did Sister Ayun suddenly come to see my aunt?

Gong Yuanzheng said impatiently: "Sister has her own reasons for doing things, why do you care so much?"

How come Gong Ziyu controls everything, no matter what?

Beside Gong Ziyu, Yun Weishan looked at the young man standing on the bridge.

Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Ziyu have never had a good relationship, but Gong Yunzheng... Although Gong Ziyu is gentle and easy to manipulate to her advantage, he also listens to Gong Yunzheng very much.

If she couldn't establish a good relationship with Gong Yunzheng, she would probably just...

Everyone was thinking differently, and before they could talk again, a figure in smoky blue slowly walked over, breaking the atmosphere of mutual mockery.