After losing a sum at Xiazhi Foreign Trading Company, Song Ci bid farewell to Niu Pan’er and walked out of the elegant room, only to see soone erge from another wing in the backyard.
The two stopped and looked over.
A young man of about twenty years old, with his hair combed into a topknot and pinned with a plain jade hairpin, had a pale complexion and a very slender build. Despite it being June, he had a thin cloak draped over his shoulders, holding a book in one hand and softly coughing into the other.
Song Ci was taken aback.
Chang Su, is that you?
Indeed, the young man before her gave her the first impression of the character Chang Su, who had been so famous in a certain drama!
This temperant, this frailness, is definitely a version of Chang Su.
Perhaps their gaze was too intense, for the young man looked over and t Song Ci’s eyes. His phoenix eyes were full of rippling light, as if overflowing with thousands of sorrows, and a slight tug at the corner of his lips made him seem even more delicate, invoking a sense of sympathy.
Song Ci felt an indescribable sensation.
Since coming to this world, she had seen many handso n, each charming in their own way, but invariably healthy.
Only this young man, whose fragility, evoked particular pity.
Even she, an older woman, felt sowhat heartbroken looking at him.
"Husband."
iniang saw the young man and hurriedly left Song Ci and the others to walk over and support him, wrapping the cloak more snugly around his shoulders with a look of concern that he might catch a chill.
Song Ci silently glanced at the blazing sun in the sky. Isn’t she afraid of suffocating him?
Whatever the two were saying to each other, they walked over together, and iniang introduced them to each other.
So this is the rumored Shang Pu who wouldn’t live past twenty-five?
A sowhat pitiable and infirm fellow!
"Huaichuan greets Madam Song and Commandery Princess Dongyang," Shang Pu clasped his hands in greeting, referring to himself by his courtesy na, and coughed softly.
Song Ci pulled Niu Pan’er back a couple of unobtrusive steps.
Everyone: "..."
iniang’s face turned a bit green, was this disdain?
Song Ci’s face ward up, and she awkwardly laughed, saying, "Young Master Shang, there’s no need for such formalities."
"It’s my fault for being inconsiderate with my illness," Shang Pu coughed a few tis, a slightly unhealthy blush rising on his face, self-deprecatingly smiled, and also stepped back a couple of steps.
Song Ci noted his voice, oh boy, this voice could be used for dubbing.
The vocal tone was mature and steady, with a gentle and elegant inflection, like that of a cello, rich, full, and lyrically exquisite.
Nanny moved a step closer, gently tugging her sleeve when noticing her daze.
Wake up, it’s ti to co back to your senses.
Song Ci turned her head to see Nanny’s disapproving gaze, sheepishly, she had been caught.
She smiled awkwardly and looked towards Shang Huaichuan and iniang, praised: "Young Master Shang and Miss i are truly a heavenly couple, so well-matched."
"Madam Song over-praises us," iniang responded politely with a couple of lines.
"As an old woman, I’m just speaking my mind. We’ve delayed quite a while, so we will take our leave now," Song Ci smiled at them and left with Niu Pan’er, as they were rely here to shop, not to socialize with notables.
Shang Pu watched the two leave, letting iniang assist him back to his seat in the room.
"Later, prepare a gift to send to the Song Mansion as an apology for my rudeness," Shang Pu said, looking at iniang.
iniang furrowed her brows slightly, "An apology gift? Husband, wouldn’t this be..."
Shang Pu looked at her with gentle eyes.
iniang’s heart trembled, and a smile spread across her face, "iniang understands."
Only then did Shang Pu smile, appearing entirely harmless and refined.
iniang lowered her gaze, turned to pour tea, hiding her slightly trembling hands.
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