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Due to the scandal involving Dai Chun Ni during Sun Rulan's tenure, she no longer dared to delegate tasks to others. Instead, she preferred to work hard herself, allowing Yun Kexin to take this opportunity to stay close to Aunt. On the surface, they were "supervising" Master Lu's cooking together with Madam, but secretly, she was paying attention to the nourishing ingredients he used, which she would then personally serve to Yue Ziyun.
After a while, there were no more incidents of vomiting or fainting. However, Yun Kexin remained cautious; aside from delivering food to her Birth Mother and leaving immediately after she finished eating, she hardly lingered or spoke much. This made the Yue Clan swallow back the words they almost said several times. Fortunately, just being able to see her brought them some comfort.
"Kexin, how is Aunt's health now?" In the dining hall of the Third House, Yun Yang asked Yun Kexin and gestured for a maid to serve her food.
"She's about recovered; there haven't been any more fainting spells," Yun Kexin replied casually after taking a bite of food that Grandma Feng had brought to her mouth. "Last time, Uncle checked her pulse and found nothing wrong."
"Then why is Seventh Sister still going to the Second House?" Yun Ran asked nonchalantly while eating.
"She's looking for a few cousins to play with," Yun Kexin replied somewhat confusedly. "We're planning to go hunting on the mountain tomorrow and have a barbecue. Yun Jie, Yun Yao, Yun Ke, as well as Yun Yan and Yun Shan are all going."
Yun Shan is the third daughter of the First House and ranks sixth among the third generation of the Yun family.
Could she really stay in the Third House facing those annoying faces? Yun Kexin scoffed!
Yun Ran looked up with brightened eyes—she couldn't resist joining in on the fun. However, this time, a fleeting moment of excitement quickly faded as she returned to her "hard work," adopting an indifferent attitude. "Have fun; Mr. is coming home tomorrow afternoon to explain the Three Character Classic, so I won't be going."
Yun Kexin sneered: Did I ask you to go? How self-important! You think I don't know you don't pay attention in class? You can't answer anything when asked!
"That's right; Ran'er is becoming more sensible," Yun Yang praised with a smile. "She knows the importance of diligence and learning. Maybe we should hire a teacher for you to teach knitting next time."
Yun Ran silently groaned; she wasn't being diligent or studious at all—she was just putting on an act for Mother and Father so they would like her more and not only focus on Seventh Sister. She wished she could throw away her books and join her cousins and sister in playing instead. Fu Lianyin noticed her thoughts and said with a smile:
"While studies are important, Ran'er is still a girl; there's no need to be so strict. Let her go have fun; children love to play."
Hmph, what a "thoughtful" and "understanding" mother! It seems like you want Yun Ran to be your eyes and ears to keep an eye on me! Yun Kexin mocked inwardly!
Yun Ran seemed to see hope, her big pleading eyes reminding Yun Kexin of the eyes of a cow or horse, which made her sneer even more.
“Father, Mother is right. Let Sister Ran go; I have a companion too,” Yun Kexin said with a silly smile. “As for our studies, we can learn together later.”
Yun Yang thought for a moment. It was rare for the sisters to be of one mind, so he nodded and said, “If you really want to go, that’s fine, but be careful. You must return home before evening.”
Both Yun Ran and Yun Kexin nodded in agreement.
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned; the agreed time and place were canceled due to rain. They could only meet at the pavilion near the Duke’s residence to eat desserts and chat.
***
“The tall buildings overlook the dusk; the rain patters on the phoenix tree leaves” — Autumn had arrived, and the entire Duke’s residence was shrouded in a continuous rainy season. The fine rain fell densely, eventually landing on the wet red glazed tiles. The autumn wind howled, bringing in a drizzle through the windows of the pavilions, giving an unexpected chill.
The following year, like during the rainy season of the new year, Yun Kexin always liked to run up to the high attic, half-kneeling on the long bench under the window, staring blankly or gazing outside. Her gaze moved down from the misty sky: she could see the vast estate below her. When her eyes reached the Second House and Southern Courtyard, her brows furrowed together.
Her mother Yue Ziyun had given birth to Ninth Brother over three months ago, but Uncle Ninth Brother was weak; whether he could survive past six months depended on fate. The Second House was therefore filled with worry, and everyone in the Yun family shared in this gloomy atmosphere.
Yun Kexin had only gone to see Ninth Brother three days after his birth and hadn’t visited since — Fu Lianyin’s delivery was two months earlier than Yue Ziyun’s; she had a daughter named Yun Xiao and needed to “accompany” her in the Third House.
Remembering that in her previous life her mother had committed suicide the year after this brother's death made her heart ache even more: although she had a vague impression of Auntie, her death had always been a mystery. At that time, people from the Third House believed that Second Madam had taken her own life due to losing a child; upon reflection in this life, it might not be so simple.
Firstly, if that were truly the reason, her mother wouldn’t have taken so long to reach such an end. Secondly, she remembered that many events occurred that year which led to a fierce argument between her parents. She hadn’t witnessed their quarrel directly and was unclear about it; she only vaguely heard from maids in the Third House that Lord Yun You wanted to write a divorce letter to dismiss his legal wife from the Yue Clan, which might have driven Second Madam to despair…
In her previous life, Yun Kexin had always regarded these matters as unrelated to herself and remained calm without truly thinking about them. After her rebirth, every time she recalled it, she felt a piercing pain: what exactly caused her mother’s suicide was far from being as simple as “the pain of losing a child.”
She had personally witnessed her parents' mutual respect and support for each other, rarely having raised their voices in anger. How could they possibly write a Divorce Document just because of an argument? The key lay in the reasons behind their quarrel... There must be many unknown secrets involved!
As she pondered, Yun Kexin's frown deepened, and her heart plummeted. She looked up at the sky; the misty rain had blended into the gradually darkening colors. Having been alone here for almost two hours, it was time to go back. She jumped off the long bench and walked out of the Attic, descending the steps.
Upon returning to the Three Courtyard West Garden, she noticed that the maidservants were all busy with their own tasks. She passed through the Main Hall directly to the bedroom of Yun Yang and Fu Lianyin. However, as soon as she reached the door, she heard low voices coming from inside. Yun Kexin stepped a little closer—
“...Haha, retribution, truly retribution! Yue Ziyun is getting her comeuppance,” Fu Lianyin's voice was filled with a crazed glee. “I want to see how long her son can survive...”
“Congratulations, sister, you finally vented some frustration,” Dai Chun Ni Nu said with a vulgar smile. “Didn’t you hear the First Master? If he lives past six months, it would be a miracle. I see this as ‘good times don’t last long.’ Who told her to always act like only she can bear children? She must have incurred Master’s jealousy, haha.”
“Don’t celebrate too early,” Fu Lianyin became cautious again. “The child isn’t dead yet.”
“Sister is overthinking it, isn’t she? You haven’t forgotten that the Ninth Young Master’s situation is just like your late Young Master’s back then. The Young Master couldn’t survive; how could the Ninth Young Master escape? What logic is there?!”
“Regardless, as long as someone isn’t dead, it can’t be considered over!” Fu Lianyin’s tone was laced with malice and shrewdness. “Don’t get too happy too soon.”
“Sister can rest assured; let us watch the Ninth Young Master die and see how the Second House mourns.”
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