Chapter 77 Yunshuo, I’m So Cold

Chapter 77 Yunshuo, I'm So Cold

Cheng Yunshuo stood under the lantern, watching Xing Dairong walk back alone, her lonely figure piercing his cold heart like a needle.

He couldn't quite explain what he felt for Xing Dairong.

At first, he had loved her so deeply that he was willing to defy everyone for her, but now...

Seeing her walking back alone, he didn't want to go up and hug her.

He didn't want to, yet his heart ached inexplicably.

Between them, it seemed as if a great chasm had opened at some point, impossible to cross or overcome, making it hard to return to how things were before, yet still too difficult to let go.

Watching Xing Dairong's slender silhouette about to disappear into the dim lights, Cheng Yunshuo sighed, "Qingfeng, follow Aunt Xing and make sure she doesn't have any mishaps on the way."

"Yes."

Xing Dairong returned to Yuerong Pavilion alone. Halfway there, when she sensed Qingfeng following her, a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

In the snowlight, Xing Dairong gave a cold laugh.

Cheng Yunshuo, she would make him regret this.

She would!

"Miss Xing, you're back. Why didn't you call me to follow you?"

"What for!" Xing Dairong glanced at Qiukua, "Go prepare more food; I didn't eat enough. My baby can't go hungry!"

After saying this, she strode back into the house.

Her face was filled with the satisfaction of revenge.

Yes, she was doing it deliberately, putting on an act to win Cheng Yunshuo's pity, only to stab him in the heart.

If she could make Cheng Yunshuo feel bad every time, she would feel good.

Not only that, she wanted him to fall in love with her again, never be able to leave her, and then tell him that she never loved him, stabbing him deeply in the heart!

She wanted to be like the protagonist in a palace drama, making a comeback, using the child in her belly to make all those who wronged her pay the price!

Qiukua watched Xing Dairong's vengeful back, sighing inwardly.

Sigh, sigh, sigh, why can't she just let it go?

Wouldn't it be better to live a peaceful life?

This marquisate has plenty of food and drink, and the mistress is kind-hearted. If Xing Dairong had a bit of sense, she could lead a comfortable life. What's not good about that?

But no, she insists on causing trouble.

The next day, Xing Dairong continued to curry favor with Qin Shi.

Under her deliberate pretense, she won some favor from Qin Shi.

She received several gifts from Qin Shi.

After all, Xing Dairong was a time-traveling woman, and though she lacked profound concepts, she was full of minor innovations that surprised Qin Shi on numerous occasions.

Moreover, because of the child in her belly, Qin Shi's view of her changed significantly.

"Madam, today I'll go back and draw a new design for you, ensuring that there's nothing like it in the entire Imperial City."

"Alright, your designs are always fresh and new."

Xing Dairong's eyes flickered, "However, I need something."

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll have someone send it to you."

"That's not necessary," Xing Dairong waved her hands, "I already have it, it's in Yaoguang Pavilion."

Hearing "Yaoguang Pavilion," a light flashed in Qin Shi's eyes. She looked at Xing Dairong, "Since it's there, just go and get it from Yaoguang Pavilion."

Xing Dairong feigned embarrassment, "I thought since I moved out of Yaoguang Pavilion, it wouldn't be appropriate to enter the Prince's courtyard again, fearing that it might displease the Prince."

Qin Shi chuckled, "Fine, consider it my order. Just go."

"Thank you, Madam." Xing Dairong hurriedly thanked Qin Shi with a look of surprise.

Then she left happily.

After she left, Lady Wen said, "Madam, that Aunt Xing has too many tricks up her sleeve."

Qin Shi sipped her tea, "Just tricks, they won't cause much trouble."

Having been the head of the household for decades, Qin Shi could see through Xing Dairong's intentions.

But after all, Xing Dairong was just her son's concubine, and her schemes wouldn't harm Qin Shi's interests. Finding her somewhat amusing, Qin Shi turned a blind eye.

However, such people revealing their machinations would soon exhaust Qin Shi's patience.

If Xing Dairong had behaved properly without other thoughts, relying on her creativity to serve Qin Shi, she might have found another path in this marquisate over time.

Her eagerness only diminished Qin Shi's goodwill, and her constant scheming would eventually become tiresome.

"What is Yun'er doing?"

"The young mistress is overseeing the New Year's goods in the residence."

Mrs. Qin smiled and said, "Lingyun has worked hard. Later, send her some tonics so she doesn’t tire herself."

"Yes."

To Mrs. Qin, Lu Lingyun was one of her own; to Xing Dairong, she was merely a plaything.

Xing Dairong, with Mrs. Qin's approval, entered Yaoguang Pavilion openly.

Tonight, she did not dine with everyone else. Cheng Yunshuo noticed her absence in the dining hall and asked about it.

Apart from another sarcastic remark from the old Lord Marquis, he received no answer.

Yesterday, when Xing Dairong was present, he was unhappy. Today, with her absence, he seemed somewhat unsettled.

What a mess.

Cheng Yunshuo did not ask further. After finishing the meal with everyone, he returned alone to Yaoguang Pavilion to review the documents he had brought back. As soon as he entered the study, he saw someone sitting in his chair.

"What are you doing here?"

Xing Dairong, dressed in light clothing, sat at Cheng Yunshuo’s desk, engrossed in drawing something.

Caught off guard, she hastily stood up, "Your Highness, I came to draw patterns for Madam and lost track of time. I'll leave now."

Her legs had gone numb from sitting too long, and she nearly fell as she stood up. Cheng Yunshuo quickly caught her.

Soft and warm, she fell into his arms, and he felt her cold hands and feet.

"Why are you so cold!"

"I was too focused on drawing and forgot the time," Xing Dairong said, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

"Ridiculous! Don't you know you're pregnant!"

"I'm sorry, I'll go back now." Xing Dairong lowered her head, like a little white rabbit, and tried to push away from Cheng Yunshuo, but immediately stumbled again.

"Look at yourself!" Cheng Yunshuo could no longer hold back. He lifted her up and placed her on the soft couch in the study, then ordered the servants, "Bring charcoal and hot water bottles."

At that moment, Xing Dairong, still in his arms, tightly hugged him, "Yunshuo, I don't want those. Just hug me."

Cheng Yunshuo: "..."

"Yunshuo, I've thought a lot these days. I was wrong before. I shouldn't have coveted your wife's position, I shouldn't have been jealous of Qiu Ling, and I shouldn't have been so aggressive. Now I understand that you are the only one who truly cares for me. Without you, I am nothing."

"Don't leave me. If you love me, I'll do anything you want."

Cheng Yunshuo looked down at Xing Dairong, who seemed like a completely different person, her watery eyes staring straight at him. Finally, she delivered the ultimate line, "Yunshuo, I’m so cold."