"Jade—!!" Yi Ran looked at Shu Yu like a clingy spirit, pitifully staring, his thoughts written all over his face, clearly wanting to snuggle up to her.
Shu Yu pressed her temples, then looked towards her wife master. The wife master was holding a bag, the very one Elder Sun had left earlier. "Go on, this matter was also thanks to Young Master Yi."
Shu Yu sighed lightly, then glanced at Yi Ran, "Let’s go."
And then Yi Ran followed behind Shu Yu like a little pug.
Uncle Jiang was behind Yi Ran, expressionless, though in his heart he wanted to cover his face.
This young master of his, having grown up in Yuan Palace, where was his usual restraint? It was truly unbearable to watch.
***
Shu Yu led Yi Ran back to his own room, and not long after, the lancholy sound of a zither began to gently play.
Dong Huiying thought to herself, she must find a way to solve Yi Ran’s insomnia. Otherwise, Shu Yu would have to play the zither for as long as Yi Ran sleeps, and if Yi Ran were to sleep for a whole night, then Shu Yu would have to play the entire night.
That day, Shu Yu played the zither for several hours continuously; her ten fingers were covered in bloody wounds, and even now, thinking back, Huiying still felt heartache.
Her own man, if she didn’t care for him, who would?
However, right now she had to do sothing else first!
Entering Zhi Chen’s room, the man had woken up, but perhaps because the one who cast the spell had already passed, he lay there motionlessly, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
Dong Huiying set a brass basin down, then sat cross-legged on the floor near the bed. She opened the bag Elder Sun had given her, revealing a small straw doll with a dark brown stain on its head, as if it were dried blood. The bag also contained several Yellow talismans and a blood-stained garnt.
She shook out the garnt, and rely by its size, she could tell it must have been worn by Zhi Chen before. At that ti, Zhi Chen was probably very thin, not as robust as now, and the garnt was also a bit slimr.
She sighed to herself, then rummaged in the bag, suddenly noticing...
"What’s this?"
It must be Zhi Chen’s as well, but why is it a handkerchief? It looked quite old, with a large peony embroidered on it, and the edges were all frayed, stained with lots of dark brown blood.
In Dayuan, won rarely used handkerchiefs; they were mostly used by n. But in the Liang family, she distinctly rembered that Shu Yu always carried a handkerchief. As for others, Zhi Chen, Shujun, and Yixuan all used a single color without any patterns. As for Haoming and Yue Ning, these two lived more roughly, they would just wipe their sweat with their hands, at most rolling up their sleeves to wipe, rarely as genteel as their other brothers.
Placing the handkerchief aside, the last thing she took out of the bag was a letter, presumably written by Elder Sun himself.
Elder Sun was a very considerate person. The straw doll had to be burned with fire, and the Yellow talismans had to be turned to ash and fed to Zhi Chen, with all the details clearly explained.
Following Elder Sun’s instructions, Dong Huiying lit a fire in the basin, first burning the Yellow talismans to ash and feeding it to Zhi Chen, then tossing the straw doll into the flas.
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