Chapter 386: Couldn’t help but feel admiration (2)
A Blessed Daughter
Chapter 386: Couldn’t help but feel admiration (2)
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Shopkeeper Shen carefully tucked the list into his chest pocket, then politely asked Wei Ruo, “Does Young Master Xu have any other instructions?”
“No.”
“Then I will return and report to my young master.”
“Thank you for your trouble,” Wei Ruo said.
After Shopkeeper Shen left, Wei Ruo handed the silver note to Zhu Zongyu. “This is the money you borrowed; you should keep it yourself.”
Zhu Zongyu didn’t take it. “This is for Young Master Xu’s medical expenses.”
“You can settle the medical expenses with Steward Yu later. He will tell you how many taels of silver you owe. Take the remaining money first.”
After speaking, Wei Ruo directly stuffed the silver note into Zhu Zongyu’s hand.
Zhu Zongyu looked at the silver note in his hand, his gaze tightening slightly, a hint of unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.
At that moment, Xiumei returned with the winter melon tea, carrying a brown clay pot in her hands. “Young master, the winter melon tea is ready. Try it and see if I made it well!”
“Bring bowls and warm water,” Wei Ruo said.
Then she glanced at Zhu Zongyu. “You’ve moved around enough today. Sit down and have a bowl of winter melon tea as well.”
“Alright,” Zhu Zongyu agreed.
Then Wei Ruo prepared four bowls—one each for herself, Xiumei, Steward Yu, and Zhu Zongyu.
The four of them sat together in the sun, sipping winter melon tea.
When the tea was finished, it was time for Wei Ruo to leave.
Zhu Zongyu watched as Wei Ruo and her servant walked away, his gaze following them until their figures completely disappeared from sight. Only then did he withdraw his eyes and slowly return to his room.
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By the time Wei Ruo returned to the mansion, it was already close to dinner. Wei Mingting had come back as well.
Wei Ruo arrived at the dining hall just on time. Seeing her arrive late, Yun Shi’s expression darkened slightly.
But with Wei Mingting present, she said nothing and didn’t bring up the argument from earlier in the day.
During dinner, Wei Ruo noticed that Wei Mingting looked solemn and tired, eating without much appetite.
She didn’t think too much of it, assuming he was troubled by the issue of the Japanese pirates. She didn’t ask—she knew his temperament well. Even if he had worries about official affairs, he wouldn’t share them with his family. Asking would be pointless. Besides, she couldn’t help with the pirates anyway.
Wei Ruo didn’t intend to ask, but Wei Qingwan thought differently.
After the meal, Wei Qingwan asked softly, “Father, is something troubling you? Seeing you like this makes your daughter worried.”
Her expression was full of concern, her eyes glimmering.
“I’m fine. Wanwan, you don’t need to worry. I’m just a bit tired,” Wei Mingting replied.
“Then please make sure to rest well, Father. Your health is the most important,” she reminded gently.
“Mm.” Wei Mingting nodded.
Noticing her husband’s exhaustion, Yun Shi ended the conversation early and told everyone to return to their rooms.
Wei Ruo tactfully left, while Wei Qingwan lingered, glancing back repeatedly as she walked away, her gaze full of worry for her weary father.
This scene fell into Yun Shi’s eyes, deepening her disappointment toward her eldest daughter once again.
“Wanwan truly is considerate, always thinking of her parents,” she muttered.
Wei Mingting agreed. “Mm, Wanwan is a good child.”
Then he added, “But the fact that Ruo’er didn’t speak doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about her parents—it’s just her nature.”
Yun Shi sighed inwardly. Her eldest daughter’s problem wasn’t her nature; she was perfectly eloquent when arguing with her elders.
But she didn’t say this aloud. She didn’t want to burden her husband with trivial household complaints when he already had enough to worry about with the missing Seventh Prince.
Changing the topic, Yun Shi asked, “Husband, is there still no trace of the Seventh Prince?”
“No.”
“Then I will return and report to my young master.”
“Thank you for your trouble,” Wei Ruo said.
After Shopkeeper Shen left, Wei Ruo handed the silver note to Zhu Zongyu. “This is the money you borrowed; you should keep it yourself.”
Zhu Zongyu didn’t take it. “This is for Young Master Xu’s medical expenses.”
“You can settle the medical expenses with Steward Yu later. He will tell you how many taels of silver you owe. Take the remaining money first.”
After speaking, Wei Ruo directly stuffed the silver note into Zhu Zongyu’s hand.
Zhu Zongyu looked at the silver note in his hand, his gaze tightening slightly, a hint of unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.
At that moment, Xiumei returned with the winter melon tea, carrying a brown clay pot in her hands. “Young master, the winter melon tea is ready. Try it and see if I made it well!”
“Bring bowls and warm water,” Wei Ruo said.
Then she glanced at Zhu Zongyu. “You’ve moved around enough today. Sit down and have a bowl of winter melon tea as well.”
-winter melon tea
“Alright,” Zhu Zongyu agreed.
Then Wei Ruo prepared four bowls—one each for herself, Xiumei, Steward Yu, and Zhu Zongyu.
The four of them sat together in the sun, sipping winter melon tea.
When the tea was finished, it was time for Wei Ruo to leave.
Zhu Zongyu watched as Wei Ruo and her servant walked away, his gaze following them until their figures completely disappeared from sight. Only then did he withdraw his eyes and slowly return to his room.
###
By the time Wei Ruo returned to the mansion, it was already close to dinner. Wei Mingting had come back as well.
Wei Ruo arrived at the dining hall just on time. Seeing her arrive late, Yun Shi’s expression darkened slightly.
But with Wei Mingting present, she said nothing and didn’t bring up the argument from earlier in the day.
During dinner, Wei Ruo noticed that Wei Mingting looked solemn and tired, eating without much appetite.
She didn’t think too much of it, assuming he was troubled by the issue of the Japanese pirates. She didn’t ask—she knew his temperament well. Even if he had worries about official affairs, he wouldn’t share them with his family. Asking would be pointless. Besides, she couldn’t help with the pirates anyway.
Wei Ruo didn’t intend to ask, but Wei Qingwan thought differently.
After the meal, Wei Qingwan asked softly, “Father, is something troubling you? Seeing you like this makes your daughter worried.”
Her expression was full of concern, her eyes glimmering.
“I’m fine. Wanwan, you don’t need to worry. I’m just a bit tired,” Wei Mingting replied.
“Then please make sure to rest well, Father. Your health is the most important,” she reminded gently.
“Mm.” Wei Mingting nodded.
Noticing her husband’s exhaustion, Yun Shi ended the conversation early and told everyone to return to their rooms.
Wei Ruo tactfully left, while Wei Qingwan lingered, glancing back repeatedly as she walked away, her gaze full of worry for her weary father.
This scene fell into Yun Shi’s eyes, deepening her disappointment toward her eldest daughter once again.
“Wanwan truly is considerate, always thinking of her parents,” she muttered.
Wei Mingting agreed. “Mm, Wanwan is a good child.”
Then he added, “But the fact that Ruo’er didn’t speak doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about her parents—it’s just her nature.”
Yun Shi sighed inwardly. Her eldest daughter’s problem wasn’t her nature; she was perfectly eloquent when arguing with her elders.
But she didn’t say this aloud. She didn’t want to burden her husband with trivial household complaints when he already had enough to worry about with the missing Seventh Prince.
Changing the topic, Yun Shi asked, “Husband, is there still no trace of the Seventh Prince?”
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