sbdcsierra Chapter 251 Not sad at all
Chapter 251 Not sad at all
Chaos erupted once again in the Duke of Sheng's mansion.
However, this has nothing to do with Lu Yangyang and the others who have already left the Duke of Sheng's mansion.
Lan Yin and Grand Tutor Lan originally intended to take Lu Yangyang back to the Lan family with them, but Lu Yangyang said in time, "I still have some things in my room that I haven't tidied up yet. I'll go over after I've finished tidying up."
Lu Yangyang always had her own ideas, and although Lan Yin was a little reluctant, she still nodded.
She looked at Lu Yangyang with some anticipation, then hesitated, "Yangyang..."
Seeing that her face was pale but her spirits were still good, Lu Yangyang thought for a moment, then reached out and pinched her wrist to check her pulse. The anger caused by her emotional agitation had damaged her health, and the previous medicine had harmed her foundation. She was most vulnerable to emotional fluctuations.
"Mother, go back with Grandfather first. I'll bring Master over later to take your pulse again and change the prescription," Lu Yangyang said.
"Okay, okay." Lan Yin nodded happily and contentedly. She just wanted to hear Lu Yangyang call her "mother." As for anything else, it wasn't that important to her.
After seeing Lan Yin off, Lu Yangyang skillfully navigated the alleyway and went to the villa next to the Duke of Sheng's mansion.
Although the Duke of Sheng's mansion is adjacent to the villa, their main gates are not on the same alley. The villa's gate is on the other side, and you have to walk a distance to get there.
Lu Yangyang was used to climbing over walls, and this was the first time she realized that the villa was quite far away.
In the study of the villa, the Crown Prince had already returned home.
I held a slightly chilled glass of sake in my hand.
The young eunuch serving him hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered the courage to speak: "Your Highness, you...you cannot drink alcohol..."
The prince stared at the cup of wine in his hand without looking up. "Go out, but don't close the door."
The young eunuch was somewhat confused, but he still withdrew.
The prince downed the glass of wine in one gulp, choking and coughing slightly. He then wheeled himself to his desk, opened a drawer, and found a thick stack of documents inside.
It's all about Lu Yangyang's past in Qinghe Village.
He knew how she had survived all these years, what hardships she had endured, but what was written on paper was just words. No matter how much he imagined, he couldn't describe how she had persevered day by day through those experiences. He had read these materials countless times, but there was one thing he had never asked anyone about her background.
He had suspected that her background was somewhat unusual, and he vaguely guessed that she had some connection with the Duke of Sheng's mansion. However, he knew from the beginning that she was well aware of her own background. Since she was unwilling to talk about it, there must be some reason why she didn't want to. If he sent someone to investigate, it would be disrespectful to her.
He had intended to wait for the day she would tell him in person.
But I never guessed that the truth would be like this.
She was the biological daughter of the Duke of Sheng, born to his legal wife. She was not a mistress, nor a hidden gem, nor a distant relative of the Lan family. She was a girl who should rightfully live in the Duke of Sheng's mansion.
She should be treated like the pampered young ladies from wealthy and noble families in the capital, enjoying a life of luxury and comfort.
What kind of life did Sheng Yunzhu live all these years? Dozens of people served her day and night, and her clothes and food were exquisite. She never had to worry about making a living or about money. And what about Lu Yangyang? At a young age, she was working hard for others everywhere, hoping that some kind person would give her a bite to eat. She didn't have a decent piece of clothing, and she lived in a house that leaked wind and rain. As soon as she was old enough to understand, she had to support herself. In order to earn more money, she went to the surrounding villages to slaughter pigs, move things, treat patients, and even help the yamen move corpses. She would do any job as long as she could earn a few copper coins. How old was she back then?
When Madam Lan settled her daughter, she gave her so much silver and all her valuables, hoping to save her daughter's life and give her a stable life. But did she really save her? The wet nurse He took Lu Yangyang away and raised her like livestock for two or three years before disfiguring her face and throwing her into a trap in the mountains. At that moment, she had already died once.
It was like she had a second life; she survived only because of her own tenacity.
She lived such a hard life, only to find, upon returning to the capital after the truth came out, that her own parents were still trying to establish a sisterly relationship with the person who had harmed her, for the sake of some sentimental bond or family interests. What was rightfully hers had already been taken from her once, and now she had to watch it be taken from her again. Who cared about all the suffering she had endured over the years?
While people criticize and resent her for not being generous enough, who has experienced the hardships she went through?
No one has ever done this, so why should we forgive her on her behalf?
It's ridiculous and hypocritical.
The crown prince scoffed and slammed the drawer shut. Clearly, no one who had hurt her deserved forgiveness.
Lu Yangyang happened to walk in at that moment and noticed from afar that he seemed to be in a bad mood. She hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The Crown Prince looked up and met Lu Yangyang's worried gaze. His heart softened suddenly, and he felt a sour, throbbing pain.
What a silly girl! Even at a time like this, she still has the mind to care about where he is feeling unwell.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about something and I'm a little angry," the Crown Prince asked gently, then raised his hand and beckoned to her, "Why did you come over?"
Lu Yangyang strode over, squatted down in front of him, and looked up with a hint of smugness, replying, "I knew you were here, so I came specifically to thank you. I told you last time that I was actually a little guilty. That method for preventing smallpox really wasn't my idea. I feel a bit ashamed to have taken the credit. But I know that you asked for this imperial decree because you wanted to get some benefits for me. There are so many things; I could never use them all in ten lifetimes. Did you see how the Sheng family looked after hearing the imperial decree? They were absolutely thrilled."
Her eyes were bright, and she spoke with great enthusiasm.
The prince placed his fingers between her brows, carefully and restrainedly brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen onto her face, and softly asked her, "Aren't you sad?"
Lu Yangyang blinked lightly, realizing what the Crown Prince was talking about.
When she thought about having that dream, wasn't she sad? Actually, she was quite sad because she really didn't understand why. What had she done wrong to deserve such a tragic end? Just thinking about it made her incredibly angry.
Seeing others being loved and protected by their parents makes her a little sad, but she's not all that bad off; she still has many people who will protect her without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Lu Yangyang's eyes curved into a smile: "Even Your Highness has helped me vent my anger, so I'm not sad at all now."