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Chen Wulang returned quickly, and before it got dark, news of his arrival at Chen Family Village reached them.
Qin Yaru felt a bit anxious, unsure of what the meeting between the couple, who were about to part ways, would be like. After all, they had been married for many years and were childhood sweethearts.
However, Chen Wenyue was someone who could speak boldly even in unreasonable situations, making others instinctively feel that he would not make any mistakes.
That was a skill that ordinary people could never learn.
Just like the letter he sent back, which contained no clear accusations but effortlessly placed the blame for not taking care of their parents squarely on himself.
It was likely the same now. Qin Yaru smiled as she recalled how he returned home back then; it was as if nothing had changed. It felt like he had simply gone far away for a while rather than being separated for three years without a word. When he returned home, he gifted her a hand-carved wooden hairpin and helped her into the house. Just when she was filled with joy, he handed her a divorce document. Later, he wore a smile that suggested everything was for her own good and made her sign a contract to become a concubine in Chen Family.
Qin Yaru rubbed her slightly aching head, pondering that facing such an illogical man would indeed be a huge challenge for her.
Consort Qin prepared herself to be disgusted, but after waiting for two days, he still did not come. She heard that he visited the clan leader today and planned to visit his uncle tomorrow, then attend a gathering with peers and socialize with talented individuals. He seemed incredibly busy, which made her unable to help but smile bitterly—clearly, she had overestimated her importance, thinking that Chen Wenyue had returned for her. But judging by the current situation, she must just be a woman he could easily dismiss without much thought.
With this thought in mind, she stopped feeling anxious; there was no point in rushing. She settled down in the exquisite manor to do her own things and avoided getting in the way of the maids and servants.
Zhao Yitan noticed Qin Yaru behaving so calmly and breathed a sigh of relief. His injury still hurt badly, and seeing Consort Qin made him nervous; he feared she might get angry and leave. If that happened, he wouldn’t dare chase after her and would probably have to wait for County Lord's wrath in the future.
After a full seven days, Qin Yaru finally saw Chen Wenyue again.
For a moment, she almost didn’t recognize him.
Chen Wenyue, who had once made Qin Yaru fall head over heels at first sight and caught the eye of the Gentle Blue Princess, naturally had an exceptional appearance.
"Qin Yaru."
The voice was soft and gentle, very pleasant to hear.
Qin Yaru slowly stood up and walked to the door, resting her hand on the gilded vermilion door, quietly looking at him. Her brows relaxed, and there was not a hint of fluctuation in her heart. She couldn't help but feel a bit surprised; she remembered that a long time ago, just seeing him would make her heart race uncontrollably. Later on, just thinking of him would leave her heart feeling like it had been carved out by a sharp knife, creating an eternally unfillable void that was painfully intense...
But now, seeing him again, she felt almost nothing. No, there was still a little feeling—this person’s heavily powdered and flower-adorned appearance was truly unappealing.
In the Song Dynasty, both men and women of all ages liked to wear flowers; she knew this well. It was even clearer that someone of Chen Wenyue's status as Husband would be looked down upon in the capital if he went out without a layer of powder on his face.
Qin Yaru herself was also from the Song Dynasty and used to think such dressing was normal. But perhaps after spending too long in the Twenty-First Century, and being around rough people like Gao Feng, she had started to find this most fashionable attire of the Song era uncomfortable.
Just like now, seeing Chen Wenyue standing elegantly at the door with thick makeup on his face and a bright red flower in his hair made her shudder involuntarily, feeling uneasy all over.
Chen Wenyue was also looking at Qin Yaru, his gaze flickering. He recalled the banquet he attended yesterday, thought about the host of that feast, and remembered the status of the Pang Family and their connections. His originally bright eyes seemed to have turned into a dark sea filled with turbulent undercurrents.
His mood was not calm. Seeing his wife standing on the steps seemingly trembling, he stepped forward, took off his outer robe, and gently draped it over Qin Yaru's shoulders.
"Qin Yaru, long time no see."
Qin Yaru smiled gently, her eyes warm. She tucked away all those inappropriate strange thoughts, just like long ago, following Chen Wenyue into the house and cooking him a bowl of his favorite meat soup.
The two sat across from each other at the table, adhering strictly to the rule of silence during meals. Neither mentioned what had happened in the past three years. After finishing dinner and rinsing their mouths, Chen Wenyue sighed lightly: "...Husband, you've lost weight."
Husband?
Qin Yaru lowered her head slightly; the word felt like a branding iron, searing into her heart. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortably hot.
She felt a bit surprised and confused. Although she couldn't remember clearly, in her previous life, he had never called her 'Husband' like this, nor had he behaved so gently.
Chen Wenyue sighed, his gaze carrying a hint of something strange, and then he smiled, starting to chat casually with Qin Yaru. He spoke of trivial matters—how he had gone to the capital, how hard he had worked, how he had passed the imperial examination. It seemed that his journey had been both thrilling and perilous; if written down, it would surely be an inspiring and passionate story.
Qin Yaru listened silently, not speaking, while pondering when Chen Wenyue would get to the main point.
But Chen Wenyue seemed to completely let go in front of her, wanting to pour out all his thoughts. His eyes reddened as he said: “Qin Yaru, I thought myself clever since childhood and believed I was no worse than anyone else. Why should those uneducated rascals be able to step on me? To them, a scholar is nothing. Without connections or backing, what does it matter if I became a Jinshi? Just to be a small official of the eighth or ninth rank, wasting away year after year... I am unwilling, unwilling!”
Seemingly realizing he had lost his composure, Chen Wenyue wiped his face and suddenly became serious. He grabbed Qin Yaru's hand tightly and gritted his teeth: “I know about your situation with the Marquis. I have also agreed with him; don’t worry. It’s just for one year. You serve him for a year, and I will come to take you back!”
Qin Yaru was taken aback, looking at Chen Wulang in disbelief as if she were staring at a monster: “What do you mean? Do you really want to ‘Consort’?”
Chen Wenyue’s face turned crimson in an instant; he was instantly filled with anger and embarrassment but still tried to remain calm: “Qin Yaru, what kind of person is Lord Pang? Being with him is not a humiliation.”
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