Chapter 38: Recognizing His Heart, He Now Has a Rival in Love

Meng Jun couldn’t understand.

He wanted nothing to do with it, but Li Ruantang did it for him and even sought an honor for the Meng Mansion. Yet the young gentleman was very sad, as if he had lost something very important and precious to him.

Although Han Fushi had never been close to Meng Jun, he still bore the responsibility of a steward. Seeing Meng Jun crying and sobbing, he thought Meng Jun had suffered outside and hurriedly told the servant to support Meng Jun back to the mansion.

The person got off the carriage from the Su King’s Mansion. In terms of reason and affairs, he should have gone to express his gratitude.

Han Fushi had just taken a few steps towards the gate of the Su King’s Mansion with the help of the servant when a carriage rushed past, almost knocking Han Fushi to the ground. Before the Meng Mansion’s servant could stop it, a young man jumped down from the suddenly stopped carriage. His white robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and the black hair tied under his white jade crown scattered with his swift movements. His smiling eyes were like clear springs in the mountains, bright and unrestrained.

Judging by his attire, he must be from a wealthy family, so courtesy is a must. Han Fushi stood still, waiting for the young man to come forward and apologize.

Unexpectedly, he walked straight past Han Fushi and ran towards the lady who was ascending the steps. He didn’t even glance over, as if he didn’t know his carriage had almost hit someone.

Han Fushi’s face was filled with anger. Even if he wasn’t the primary husband of the Meng family, he was still a member of the Meng family. How could he endure such humiliation?

The fingers that had just rested on the servant’s arm tightened. Han Fushi raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young man who was saying pleasant words, wanting to enter the mansion with Li Ruantang.

Since he had no regard for his own face, he couldn’t blame others for taking the opportunity to retaliate.

Han Fushi already had a thousand words in mind to stab the young man’s heart. However, when he saw the characters on the carriage, his expression stiffened. He endured and said in a low voice, “Let’s go back. Miss Li has an honored guest at the moment and may not have time to entertain us.”

He had suffered a hidden loss but knew how to endure.

Qi Taifu was a noble person in the capital, the cousin of the empress. Even if the empress was not favored, she was still the only master of the harem in the Great Jin.

Han Fushi smiled slightly and said to the servant beside him, “Let’s prepare some gifts and come back later to make it more formal.”

He turned and walked slowly, but in his heart, he sneered at Qi Yun. No matter how magnificent his wealth and honor were, he still couldn’t win a woman’s affectionate words.

However, let’s talk about this again.

Han Fushi ascended the steps, crossed the threshold, and looked at the small courtyard where Meng Jun lived from afar. Ninth Lang and Li Ruantang had been alone together for several days after falling off the cliff. Who knows if his body was still pure?

His eyes turned, and he instructed the steward following him, “Write a letter to the master, saying that the young master and Miss Li have returned safely.”

In the capital, even if a small dog from a wealthy family went missing, it could be spread with vivid details. Let alone a man and a woman appearing together after falling off a cliff.

Han Fushi paused and instructed the old woman guarding the door that the gate must be kept closed for the next few days, quietly waiting for Master Meng to return to the mansion.

The flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, each cluster carefully trimmed by someone. Through the half-open window, the green window gauze revealed a vague figure, coming and going in an orderly manner.

Separated by a screen of Shu embroidery with mountains and rivers, the steamy mist brought out a lot of warmth. Zhi Qiu carefully added a few drops of flower oil to the incense burner with a silver spoon before respectfully withdrawing from the room.

The bathtub at home was much more spacious than the one in Hu Family Village, and even the flower petals were carefully selected by the servants. However, Meng Jun felt that everything was wrong.

He soaked in the water gloomily. The fragrance was lit, which was supposed to calm the body and mind, but Meng Jun’s heart hidden in his chest seemed to be out of control, beating violently one after another, as if it was sinking.

No, this couldn’t be.

He couldn’t just return to the mansion like this. The young gentleman’s fingers clung to the edge of the bathtub, looking at the precious white jade he had specially bought for his husband, which he had carefully taken off and placed in the brocade box.

Now everything was clear, and the jade should be returned to her.

Yes, he had to go see her and return the jade to her.

Then, then…

Those beautiful phoenix eyes gradually became desolate and lowered. Then, would they completely settle the score and never see each other again?

It seemed inappropriate to do so.

Meng Jun sighed softly, “Zhi Qiu.”

He called the servant in. The young gentleman’s heart was now restless, and he didn’t know the cause. Fortunately, before falling off the cliff, there was a storybook he hadn’t finished reading. He slowly closed his eyes and ordered the servant to read the book to him.

With a thousand strokes and ten thousand inks, it still depicted the affectionate feelings between men and women.

In the past, the young gentleman loved to listen to these passages the most, and every time he was moved to tears several times. However, after hearing the ending today, he felt even more lost.

Zhi Qiu carefully wrung the water droplets from his hair with a napkin. His hand was stained with flower oil and hadn’t had time to apply it to the black silk-like hair when he heard the young gentleman say wearily, “The books only write about affectionate couples and are not practical at all.”

He turned his face and looked at the half-open scenery outside the window. “Zhi Qiu, if, I mean if there is such a couple who have gone through life and death together and then have to part, anyone would be reluctant, right?”

“What kind of reluctance are you referring to, young master?” Zhi Qiu had grown up with Meng Jun since childhood and was used to his strange questions. He didn’t suspect anything and only said, “Actually, there are many kinds of reluctance.”

“Many?!” The young gentleman, who had just taken a sip of bird’s nest porridge, paused and hesitantly said, “What if the pain in the heart is unbearable, feeling empty, and only wanting to be with her? This should also be human nature, right? After all, they have been together for a period of time.”