There’s a saying, "If you wish to stand out, wear mourning attire"; it speaks to the different kind of elegance a girl exudes when clad in all white.
The woman who entered was wearing plain white mourning clothes, which, combined with her exquisite features, made anyone’s first glance at her engender a sense of pity.
However... this young lady, or more accurately, this little girl, seed to be accustod to hopping and skipping about, and she was clearly not used to walking in such tiny, asured steps. Thus, the mont she entered, she accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt.
Fortunately, a quick-witted maid was at her side and steadied her before she could take a tumble.
Yang Ruxin slightly lowered her gaze, masking the amusent in her eyes.
The young girl gave an embarrassed smile, then lifted her skirt in distaste, though perhaps because there were others present, she refrained from any further movents.
Peng Qian’s brows furrowed slightly, exhibiting a hint of helplessness, yet she still reached out and beckoned, "Jiahui, this is Madam Gu, the wife of General Gu. Hurry and pay your respects to Madam Gu." Then she turned to Yang Ruxin, "This is my concubine-born daughter, the daughter of that girl, Sirou. Her na is Ye Jiahui, she just turned thirteen..."
Yang Ruxin nodded slightly; Gu Qingheng had thoroughly investigated the Ye Family matters beforehand, so Shadow Seven had filled her in on the way here.
Ye Desheng was not lecherous, but he did have a wife and a concubine—one being Peng Qian, and the other was a maid of Peng Qian’s from childhood nad Sirou. Sirou herself was woman of manly bravery and had spent years at the couple’s side, joining them in battle. After marrying Ye Desheng, she gave birth to a daughter, the very Ye Jiahui in their presence.
During the siege of ng City by the Yuan forces, however, Sirou blocked an arrow for Ye Desheng and fell from the city walls...
It was appropriate for Ye Jiahui to wear white; after all, her mother had just recently died, and she was still in the mourning period.
In future generations, this girl would be considered the descendant of a martyr.
The Peng Family, too, was loyal and brave.
Consequently, Yang Ruxin felt a certain degree of goodwill and sympathy for Ye Jiahui.
"General Gu? Which General Gu?" Ye Jiahui looked at Yang Ruxin and asked with an attitude that was... sowhat peculiar.
"Actually, my husband doesn’t quite count as a General," Yang Ruxin replied, hiding her slight displeasure with a faint smile, "His official position should be that of a Sixth-rank... Deputy Commandant of Zhenwei... Yang Xiong, isn’t that the na?"
Yang Xiong nodded, "Madam, indeed, the title ’General’ is but a term of respect."
"You’re the wife of that Gu Qingheng?" Ye Jiahui suddenly exclaid in shock.
"Jiahui!" Peng Qian sharply rebuked, "What is this behavior?"
Ye Jiahui quickly shut her mouth, but her gaze towards Yang Ruxin held a trace of complexity.
"Miss Ye knows my husband?" Yang Ruxin’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"No..." Ye Jiahui hurriedly shook her head, "I don’t know him..."
Yang Ruxin smiled, "Miss Ye’s excitent just now almost made misunderstand..." saying this, she stood up, "Madam Ye, we have rested enough. We will take our leave now, there’s still half a day’s journey ahead, and I do not wish to delay..." She had originally planned to rest for the night, but now she wished to leave at once and see Gu Qingheng as soon as possible.
"But it’s already getting dark, tomorrow morning..." Peng Qian stood up, attempting to persuade her to stay.
"Can’t wait." Yang Ruxin imdiately shook her head, "Thank you for your hospitality, Madam Ye." Then, she stood up to leave.
"You can’t go." Ye Jiahui suddenly sprang forward, blocking Yang Ruxin’s path.
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