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A smooth forehead, gentle eyes, a high nose bridge, a face full of collagen, a pointed chin, and ruby lips parted: "Finally, I get to see your elegance, Qingxi!"
Previously, she had only heard of her name and had not witnessed her calmness and composure in front of others.
At such a young age, with this kind of grace, her future is boundless; the only regret is that she is a daughter.
Most importantly, the Wen Family noticed that their son looked at Liu Qingxi with a different expression—one that had never appeared in over a decade.
The two children were of similar ages, and the Wen Family grew increasingly fond of them. With shared interests and topics to discuss, their gazes towards Liu Qingxi resembled that of a prospective daughter-in-law.
They had come early on purpose to hide inside and watch, and indeed, they were not disappointed.
In that environment filled with schemes and difficulties, only a girl like Liu Qingxi could thrive.
Yang Yichen's upbringing determined that his future wife could not be too weak.
In the blink of an eye, it had been several months since he last returned to town. He couldn't stay in the countryside forever; he felt a twinge of sadness: "Qingxi, I should return to town now. I came specifically to see you."
Liu Qingxi's heart skipped a beat as she looked up in surprise, her eyes filled with questions.
"I always have to go home. This place is nice, but..."
If this continued, that woman would empty the family’s resources. Although Yang Yichen had given assurances, she still felt uneasy.
Understanding her predicament, Liu Qingxi no longer pressed for details: "Then Aunt, please take care and stay safe."
"You too, don't get so busy that you forget to eat. By the way, Yichan, the Provincial Examination is coming up soon; I guess the results should be out by now."
Goodbyes always come so quickly. Here at the Wen Family, she experienced true, pure warmth, without a trace of impurity.
Liu Qingxi never knew she was such a sentimental person.
The feelings of sorrow and nostalgia from books were now something she would personally experience.
All her words turned into strength: "It's okay, Aunt. Whenever you go to town, I'll come to see you; after all, Biqi Town isn't too far from here."
Parting always carries a sense of sadness. The early spring breeze brought a hint of warmth as the carriage gradually drove out of Biqi Town. She lifted the curtain to take one last look at the scenery of Ten Li Pu.
The thatched roofs of the cottages were worn and dilapidated, reflecting the bare mountains in the light, with mist swirling around them, resembling a paradise on earth.
The rumbling sound of the wheels grew fainter as a slender figure at the village entrance watched the carriage leave.
Inside the carriage, a handsome young man furrowed his brow, feeling his heart race uncontrollably for the first time in over a decade.
Lost in thought, he realized this was the first time he couldn't control himself; even when poison had entered his lungs before, he hadn't felt this anxious.
"Yichan, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" The boy, caught in contemplation, suddenly snapped back to reality, his brow furrowing even tighter. This feeling of losing control left him, who was usually so composed, in a state of panic.
"Nothing, Mother, I was just thinking."
"Qingxi is a good girl. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry her in the future!" Wen Family sighed seemingly unintentionally, glancing at her son out of the corner of her eye.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yang Yichen's expression changed unconsciously.
It felt as if something that belonged to him was being taken away; just the thought of Liu Qingxi marrying someone else made his heart race uncontrollably.
Inside the carriage, Master and his companion fell silent once again.
With a slight sigh, Wen Family hoped that Liu Qingxi would become her daughter-in-law. Growing up in such an environment, she knew her son had no friends and had never truly been happy.
However, after living together in Ten Li Pu, she could clearly see that her son's smile had become more frequent.
Unfortunately, neither of the children understood their own feelings, and she couldn't be sure what Liu Qingxi truly thought.
Each Generation Has Its Own Blessings. Wen Family, having experienced limitations herself, did not want her son to repeat the same path she had walked. She had already decided not to interfere with her son's romantic fate.
The road ahead felt increasingly familiar; it was a place she had lived for over a decade.
Until the Crimson Door appeared before her, she suddenly felt a sense of change as if everything had transformed.
No longer did she feel the previous oppression and unease; her heart was as calm as a still lake, without a ripple.
At this moment, standing in front of the gate, the Wen Family felt like mere passersby, as if this place was just a temporary stop, and the struggles and conflicts seemed to fade away.
It was as if her son beside her had already taken a firm stand, allowing her to lean on him without worry.
The hand supporting her arm was both gentle and firm, and the aura of the Wen Family suddenly shifted dramatically, with the matriarch's presence finally being fully expressed for the first time.
Thoughts swirled in her mind as time passed like a stick of incense burning away.
But that was enough for the servants to relay the news back to the courtyard.
Liang Mei'er’s deep red lips were stark against her pale skin, with crimson rouge pressed into her flesh. Her Dan Feng eyes were as large as copper bells, with more whites than pupils, and her twisted expression was increasingly terrifying.
"What are you? That woman has returned?"
Could it be that the position and power of the matriarch, which had belonged to her for these past few months, were no longer hers? How could that be possible?
"Wen Family, even if you have returned, I will not let you have it easy! You chose to come looking for trouble instead of staying in your nice countryside home; you have no one to blame but yourself!"
Liang Mei'er narrowed her eyes slightly, her bright red lips looking gruesome. Her long, sharp nails lightly caressed her adornments. "Let’s go, welcome the lady!"
As she exited the courtyard, she wore a faint smile, completely different from her earlier ferocity.
"Look at Auntie Concubine; what a wonderful person! The lady has arrived, and she personally came to welcome her!"
"Indeed, Auntie Concubine is not much different from the Madam. It's just that Year Concubine truly loves the Master, but due to the Madam's family background, the Master had no choice but to marry her."
"That's right, for me, Auntie Concubine will eventually become our Madam."
As Liang Mei'er turned a corner, she happened to overhear the maids' discussion.
Clearing her throat lightly, she put on a stern face and scolded, "You few are getting too bold. What is this? Do you think you can casually speak ill of the Madam?"
In truth, she was already delighted inside; ha ha, the Wen Family could not compare to her in the eyes of the servants. It was worth all her efforts to win their hearts over such a long time.
Passing by the study, Liang Mei'er turned in: "Master, my sister has returned. I will go greet her. Do you want to come along?"
Yang Bingshan snorted coldly: "She knows how to come back? What’s there to greet? If she wants to come back, she can come!"
Liang Mei'er lowered her eyes, concealing the brilliance beneath them.
"After all, I am a concubine; it is only right for me to greet my sister. Master, she has gone ahead. If I am late, I fear my sister will be angry!"
Her casual words easily provoked Yang Bingshan's anger: "Does she still have the face to be angry? Does she even regard me as the Master? I’ll go with you and see what tricks she can pull."
Yang Bingshan believed that the Wen Family could no longer survive outside and had come seeking support. He snorted coldly, puffing out his chest like a victorious rooster, looking forward to seeing the Wen Family begging for mercy.
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