Paper Cannot Wrap Fire
"Why?"
Ji Yunshu looked at Wei Yi's pained expression.
"Wei Yi, staying here is safer than following me."
Ji Yunshu looked at Wei Yi's pained expression.
"Wei Yi, staying here is safer than following me."
"Along the way, we first encountered bandits and then assassins. Every time, you were covered with injuries and you almost lost your life because of me. I promised your parents that I would protect you well, but ever since you've been by my side, you've encountered a lot of things, big and small. I was hesitating whether I should take you away or let you stay, but just now, I saw that you can read and recite poems. I'm really happy for you. I also believe that you'll get better and better in the future, so you should stay. Uncle Fu will continue to teach you how to read and write, and he'll teach you many other things. The people in the mansion will also continue to take care of you."
Wei Yi still shook his head.
With tears in his eyes, he said, "I can't write or recite poems."
He grabbed the neatly spread sheets of paper on the table and began to tear them one by one.
"Wei Yi, listen to me!" She grabbed his hand. "You were the one who said that people will die when they grow old, when they get sick, and when they make mistakes. I said that I would be by your side, and I will always be by your side. But I don't want you to become a star one day. Wei Yi, I can't live without you. Do you understand?"
Her eyes reddened as the tears she had been holding back fell down.
Wei Yi opened his clear eyes and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything for a long time. He reached out and caressed her face, wiping away her tears bit by bit.
Then, he pulled her frail body into his embrace and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Shu 'er, don't cry. I promise you that I will wait here for you to come back."
He gave in!
They no longer quarreled or messed around.
But why did that feeling make Ji Yunshu's heart ache?
Wei Yi hugged her even tighter. He was afraid that if he let go, she would really leave …
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Yunshu finally left the study.
Inside, Wei Yi returned to the table and picked up the pen he had put down earlier. He began to write again.
He had to write seriously!
He wrote without stopping!
He wrote until his eyes reddened and his hands trembled. Only then did he stop. He let go of the pen and smashed it on the white paper filled with the word 'Shu'.
…
When Ji Yunshu returned to her courtyard, she saw Jing Rong standing under the lush camphor tree.
He clasped his hands behind his back and looked up.
When she walked into the room, he glanced at her lightly.
"You can't bear to leave?"
He shook his head!
"What about Wei Yi?"
She stood beside him, and after a long silence, she said, "He will stay."
"Willing?"
Ji Yunshu met his gaze with a solemn expression. "Wei Yi's condition is gradually improving. It's best for him to stay."
Jing Rong understood what he meant.
Wei Yi's illness should be cured soon!
He said, "It really fulfills the saying, 'one who survives a great disaster is bound to have good fortune later on', but …"
His voice died down.
Ji Yunshu understood. "I know your concerns. Before I sent him to Mo Ruo for treatment, I had already thought about this problem. I will tell Uncle Fu not to tell him the truth about Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei's death. I don't want him to live the rest of his life in guilt."
"Paper can't wrap fire."
His words were like a basin of cold water.
But it didn't make sense.
Indeed, paper can't wrap fire. Once Wei Yi regained consciousness, there was no way he wouldn't pursue the truth about his parents' death. No matter how Uncle Fu tried to keep it a secret, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't spill the beans.
Jing Rong continued, "Have you ever thought about how he would face you if he knew that the person Ji Yuanzhi wanted to kill was you, and that it was because of an unintentional act of his that he saved you and caused the death of his own parents? How would you face him? "
"…"
"Now, you can't leave Wei Yi, and Wei Yi can't leave you. So, when the truth is revealed, what will happen?"
It will fall apart!
It will fall apart!
Ji Yunshu was silent, and her heart sank deeper and deeper, to the point where she couldn't breathe.
After a long time …
She said, "Even if paper can't wrap fire, I believe that he will understand."
She was very certain.
Jing Rong's heavy expression gradually calmed down after hearing her words. He reached out to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead, and caressed her delicate face.
"No matter what decision you make, I will stand by your side."
She nodded, and her lips slowly curved into a smile.
Suddenly …
"Ahem!"
Outside the courtyard, someone coughed twice.
Jing Rong slowly removed his hand from Ji Yunshu's face and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw Mo Ruo leaning against the door frame, a meaningful smile on his face.
The fragrance of wine wafted into the room.
"How enviable." Mo Ruo raised his head and sighed.
Jing Rong's face turned green.
"Since when did you develop a strange habit of peeking?"
"How am I peeking? I'm obviously peeking openly."
Jing Rong's face turned even more green. "Tell me, what do you want?"
Mo Ruo opened his palm, and there was a chess piece in it.
"Of course it's to play chess with you. You won so many games last night, and I'm not satisfied, so I'm determined to play again."
Oh, little guy!
You haven't lost enough?
Jing Rong's lips curled into a smile, and he took two steps forward. "What are the stakes?"
"Hmm …" Mo Ruo pondered for a moment, and then swaggered into the room. As she spoke, she said, "The stakes will be three games. No matter how many pieces are placed, as long as I can surround five pieces, I win. If I lose, you can set any conditions. If I win, you have to provide me with fine wine. How about it?"
What a good deal!
Jing Rong readily agreed.
He turned to Ji Yunshu and said, "Go and rest well. We will set off early tomorrow morning."
"Hmm." She nodded.
Then, Jing Rong dragged the slightly drunk Mo Ruo to play chess.
She was about to enter the room.
Bang!
Suddenly, the sound of something hitting the ground came from outside.
She went out to have a look, and saw two maidservants standing next to a large box in a daze.
Perhaps it was because the box was too heavy, but one of the iron rings on it suddenly broke, and when he let go, it fell to the ground.
The two maidservants were a little frightened.
One of the maidservants was still holding the iron ring that had fallen off the box, and her face was full of panic.
"What should we do? These are all Old Master and Madam's belongings. If you break them, Uncle Fu will make you suffer. "
"Alright, alright. Hurry up and open it. Don't break the things inside."
Afraid that they might break something, the two maidservants worked together to open the box to see if there was anything broken. When the lid was lifted, the two of them heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were no porcelain items inside, only clothes and the like. One look and they could tell that they were children's things.
"So it's Young Master's clothes when he was young. I was scared to death. I thought we broke something."
"This is still a brocade box. Let's open it and knock on it. Maybe there's jade inside."
As she spoke, she picked up the brocade box underneath and opened it.
Inside, there was a yellow handkerchief.
There was a flower embroidered on it, and next to the flower was a word.
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