After the first seven days, Shen Xingwan immediately left the Zhou Mansion through the side door in a carriage in a low-key manner.
She went directly to Lin Zhiyu's residence. Feiyan followed her to keep vigil in the snow and ice. She caught a cold and did not follow. Only one Eleven followed secretly.
She wasn't too worried, after all, she could only follow her from a distance and not get too close to her.
Lin Zhiyu set up a chess game to wait for her, while Lan Die still pretended to be the young lady next door.
Lin Zhiyu pointed to the inner room separated from the room, "You guys go in and chat."
The two of them went in and found tea and water inside. At the same time, the clear sound of Lin Zhiyu's piano sounded outside, which could almost cover up their voices.
"Have you found anything?" Shen Xingwan asked.
Since Qi Han wanted to marry the You family, she had to destroy it, and it was best to link up with the palace.
Lan Die said softly, "I personally followed the third lady of the You family for more than ten days and made some discoveries."
"What discovery?" Shen Xingwan asked expectantly.
"He had a private meeting with Wen Yubai, the eldest son of the Wen family, on his birthday."
Shen Xingwan quickly recalled that Wen Yubai was the crown prince in last year's imperial examination and the eldest princess of the family of the Minister of Rites.
The Minister of Rites belongs to Qi Han's family and is considered a core figure in his power.
It's interesting that the two of them can actually have a relationship.
"I remember Miss You San didn't grow up in Kyoto?" Shen Xingwan said.
Landie investigated Wen Yubai in detail, "He has been following his mother in Jiangbei, and only returned to Beijing two years ago for the imperial examination."
The You family is also in Jiangbei, which means that the two of them may have crossed paths for a long time.
Shen Xingwan couldn't help but guess, "Don't be childhood sweethearts again, just childhood sweethearts."
It was originally planned that Qi Han would come to Zhou's house to propose marriage in the next few days, and then go to You's house to propose marriage.
Now she is still in the mood of mourning, so Qi Han went to You's house to propose marriage first.
"If there is true love, I guess they can't help but meet each other." Shen Xingwan warned, "You keep an eye on Miss You San and pay attention to her whereabouts."
Shen Xingwan wrote several more letters and spread them out, and even sent one to the palace. He stayed with Lin Zhiyu until dark before returning to Zhou Mansion.
The old lady fell ill after this battle, and the affairs of the back house were left to the management of the third unmarried girl in the house. Shen Xingwan basically entered a stage of freedom.
Five days before the proposed marriage day, news came in from Lan Die.
Bai Ling hid the note in a hairpin and brought it to her. Shen Xingwan opened it. If Miss Yousan burned incense in the temple, she said she had been dreaming about her dead grandmother for several days in a row, which made her feel uneasy.
Shen Xingwan put the note on the candle and burned it, "Burning incense and worshiping Buddha is really an all-purpose excuse."
"Miss, are you going?" Bai Ling asked.
"I'm not going."
It's best for her to stay peacefully in the house at this time. She has a criminal record with Qi Han. If something goes wrong at this juncture, she will be suspected of any wrong behavior.
She filled up a whole page with her pen again, stuffed the note into a wooden hairpin and handed it to Bai Ling, "Send it out tonight."
She has already made the arrangements that need to be made. Now she just needs to stay in the Zhou Mansion and wait for the drama to begin.
She put a lot of interesting things in Lin Zhiyu's house, hoping they would come in handy.
Lin Zhiyu took Iris to the temple to burn incense for his deceased parents and stayed there for a few days.
That day, they had just come out of the Buddhist hall after listening to sutras, and met a young man in white walking towards him. His face was as pale as water and his bearing was extraordinary.
Lin Zhiyu recognized the person in front of him at a glance.
After passing each other, Yi Li turned around with a rare look and said, "It's Tan Hwa Lang."
When the new imperial examination candidates were parading in the streets last year, the ladies from the Zhou family also went to join in the fun.
Lin Zhiyu went together, lying on the window with the ladies of the Zhou family, watching the newly released number one scholar, Tanhua, riding a horse through the streets.
At that time, Wen Yubai captured the hearts of many girls with his outstanding appearance, and was showered with flowers and handkerchiefs.
Once you meet such a person, you will never forget it.
Lin Zhiyu spread the news when he returned to his room. He opened the package he brought, which contained carefully preserved incense and some medicine.
She put her things away and whispered, "I hope everything goes well."
Wen Yubai burned incense in front of the Buddha, but the depression in his heart still could not be relieved.
Everyone said that he was a talented young man with a bright future.
Only he knows that what he wants most will never be obtained.
He quietly listened to the chanting in the temple, and his heart gradually calmed down. He determined the route to leave over and over again.
When he returned to the room, it was snowing heavily outside.
"Sir, do you really want to do this?" A confidant urged, "You are destroying your own future."
Wen Yubai laughed at himself, "I pride myself on reading poetry and books, but I didn't expect that I couldn't pass the test of love."
"Miss Third, she is not worthy." The confidant whispered.
"She has her own difficulties. I just want to try again." Wen Yubai said softly.
When he came to Beijing, he agreed with her that she would come to propose marriage when he was in high school.
As a result, when he was in high school, the name You Meng was associated with the Prince Regent.
He asked why.
She cried and said, "I can't be so selfish, I have to think about my family."
The two were supposed to be done with it, but they couldn't help but meet in private again and again.
This should be the last time they see each other. No matter what the outcome is, they should end it.
"Master, do you think she will leave with you?" the confidant asked.
If the two of them elope at this time, things will be really messed up.
Wen Yubai looked bleak, "No."
If You Meng left at this time, things would not be easy for the You family. She would not abandon the family and follow him.
The confidants were even more confused. Why would they prepare an escape route if they knew it was impossible?
Wen Yubai looked down at the route he drew with his own hands. He at least tried hard and really loved with all his strength.
He wanted her to know this and nothing else mattered.
After this meeting, he plans to travel around the world, but his return date has not yet been determined.
If he was destined not to take her away, he didn't want to witness her marry someone else and have children for someone else.
It was a time when the You family was busy, especially since Qi Han had left the Zhou family and wanted to be the first to propose marriage to the You family.
Many people feel that even if You Meng was married as a concubine, it is hard to say who will be more noble in the future.
On the other hand, the Zhou family basically stayed behind closed doors during the period of mourning, and seemed uncompetitive.
You Meng deliberately went out before dawn in a low-key manner. Too many people were staring at her now.
She looked tired in the carriage, and she was not at all happy about marrying into the prince's palace. She had exhausted all her energy by acting in public, so she became more and more taciturn in private.
"Mr. Wen has arrived at the temple in advance." The maid said softly.
You Meng snorted and clenched the handkerchief in her hand. If possible, she really wanted time to stop at this moment.
She went this time to draw a clear line with him. She wanted to bury their past with her own hands and make their hearts linger.
