A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 218: No Speculation

Zhi Yihe's conversation with Zhi Yian ended unpleasantly. She went downstairs angrily and was about to go to the wine cellar to get a jar of wine to calm down when she ran into Yan Yue who was about to go upstairs. She became even more angry and pushed him away without saying a word.

Yan Yue steadied himself while staggering, grabbed Zhi Yihe's arm, turned around and teased: "Hey hey~ Who made our young lady unhappy again?"

Zhi Yihe snorted and shook off his hand, not wanting to bother with him any longer.

Yan Yue chased after her and blocked her way: "Hey! Master, do you still want you to marry me?"

Zhi Yihe rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Yan Yue stepped forward again and intercepted him, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you leaving? If it were me, since you've already received the imperial edict, why don't you get ready and set off for the capital? Why bother dragging me along and taking the risk of disobeying the imperial edict with you!"

Zhi Yihe raised her leg to kick him, but he dodged it flexibly and continued nonchalantly: "In my opinion, you and His Highness Zhixu can be considered childhood sweethearts. After meeting again this time, you might have fallen in love with each other. Hehe, if you become the queen one day, you must remember to teach me a lesson~"

Zhi Yihe looked at Yan Yue with a smirk on his face and wished he could tear him apart with his bare hands. This treacherous villain, on the one hand, was extremely submissive and flattering in front of his father, but on the other hand, he asked him to resist to the death and took all the benefits. He was a completely selfish egoist.

Zhi Yihe thought about it and smiled crookedly: "Okay, when I enter the capital and meet His Majesty, I will tell His Majesty everything you have done in the past few years! For example, how you turned Sanchuan City into your Yan family, and how you..." during the civil war in the Feng family

"Eh~ That's not something you can talk about~" Yan Yue hurriedly interrupted Zhi Yihe, looked around, and then leaned close to her ear and whispered: "The commander is absolutely against your return to Beijing, and asking me to marry you is just a temporary measure. You can just get away with it by crying, making a scene, and threatening to commit suicide~"

"You make it sound so easy, but that is an imperial decree, brother! If I had listened to you back then, I wouldn't have this trouble now."

"Amitabha! It arises from cause and condition, it is born from thought, all right, all right!" Yan Yue suddenly put his hands together, muttered to himself seriously and left.

Zhiyi looked at him as if he were a fool, blinking her eyes, as if thinking about something.

"I saw that sister was chatting and laughing with Yan Yue. Could it be that she really wants to get married?"

Zhi Yihe turned his head and saw Siqi sticking his head out from outside Songfeng Hall, "Are you here to look for your father?" Zhi Yihe walked over, tucked the corner of the blanket for him, held the handle of the wheelchair, and slowly pushed him into the yard.

"What are your plans, sister?" Zhi Siqi did not get an answer and continued to ask.

"I'm still confused. Do you have any good ideas?"

"I haven't seen my grandfather and brother Zhixu for a long time. Maybe I can be reunited with them thanks to my sister."

"Ha~ Then when the emperor sent people to pick you up and bring you back to the palace, why did you choose to stay in Sanchuan? Can't you go back to the imperial city whenever you want? Why do you want me, your sister, to pay such a huge price?" Zhi Yihe said half-jokingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhi Siqi's face suddenly changed and became solemn.

Zhi Yihe immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly smiled to hide his embarrassment: "Where's Zou Guang! Help your master upstairs!"

Zhi Yihe knew that she and her brother could never get along. He was always very strict and reserved in his words, which made her quite uncomfortable. Especially since she had taken his mother's life without his knowledge... Ever since then, she had never dared to face him...

"Sister!" Zhi Siqi called her loudly, "Sister, are you going back to prepare for your trip to Beijing?"

Zhi Siqi had his back to her. Zhi Yihe wanted to see his expression clearly. She paused for a moment, walked back to Zhi Siqi, and asked in confusion: "This is really strange. Haven't you always followed Daddy's lead? Why did you do it this time..."

Zhi Siqi stared firmly into Zhi Yihe's eyes and said word by word, "Don't you want to help father return to the court?"

Zhi Yihe laughed speechlessly: "No, my father has been retired for many years!"

"Sister, do you think that father is willing to waste the rest of his life in this city? His ambitions have not been fulfilled..."

"Si Qi!" Zhi Yihe interrupted him: "Everyone has let go of the past."

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time in the wind. Zhi Yihe was the first to break the silence and patted Zhi Siqi on the shoulder: "You are so young, don't take it so seriously. The wind is strong, come into the house quickly."

Zhi Siqi stared at Zhi Yihe's gradually receding figure until she completely disappeared from his sight.

"It seems like the girl doesn't want to get married." Zou Guang whispered in Zhi Siqi's ear.

Zhi Siqi said nothing, while Zou Guang silently covered the bleeding nail marks on his knuckles with his sleeves, and helped Zhi Siqi sit back in the wheelchair.

Yu Tuan took Zhi Yihe's arm and asked impatiently, "Miss, Miss, how is the negotiation between you and the master going?"

"He has already written a marriage certificate and wants me to sign it." Zhi Yihe spread out his hands helplessly.

"Ah! The girl is not really going to marry Lord Yan, right?!"

"Of course I won't!"

"Then... are you going to the capital to be a princess? You have to think carefully about this. This is a life-long event! Once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea..."

"Of course I don't want to do that either~"

"That girl..."

"Do you think there is such a thing as 'fake death medicine' in this world?" Zhi Yihe asked.

"Ah... 'fake death drug'?" Yu Tuan repeated hesitantly.

"Or I can find someone who is similar to me and let her marry for me. Then I can travel around the world and enjoy the scenery!" Zhi Yihe smiled cunningly.

Yu Tuan and Yu Zhu looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed: "Girl, you should think of a more practical solution."

Zhiyi and Nunu were talking to each other, thinking: "The envoy who announced the imperial decree will leave for Beijing tomorrow. We need to prepare something for him to take back."

"Oh! By the way! Miss, have you thought of a nickname for Yuyi's daughter?" Yutuan suddenly changed the subject.

Zhi Yihe clapped his hands and said, "That's right! Our family has added such a little one in the past few years. Hmm... what should we call him? I don't know if my father has thought of a name for the little treasure these days. There are only two days left. Why don't we stay as the imperial edict official to attend the naming ceremony before setting off to return to Beijing!"

For three years, the Zhi Mansion was shrouded in a simple and depressing atmosphere, without lights and decorations, or guests coming and going. Even during festivals, no festive items were placed, and even the paintings of rich flowers or pine and crane longevity hanging on the wall were taken down and replaced with calligraphy works with dark tones and solemn content.

Now that the mourning period is about to end and Yuyi's daughter has just been born, the whole household has unanimously decided to hold a banquet on the child's 100th day to wipe away the past grief.