Chapter 92 Huang Yue’s Thoughts

Chapter 92 Huang Yue's Thoughts

When Cheng Yunshuo heard Lu Lingyun say this, his expression turned somewhat cold.

Lu Lingyun glanced at his face, placed a chess piece, and continued, "She’s pregnant; you should be more considerate of her."

Cheng Yunshuo remained silent, but he slowed down in placing his next move, clearly showing some hesitation and acknowledgment.

He just needed an excuse to step down.

There was nothing wrong with him visiting Xing Dairong; it had been several days, and he was genuinely worried and wanted to see her.

But after all, it was he who had driven her away, so going directly would be a blow to his pride.

If someone could coax him and provide that excuse, he would go.

Before Lu Lingyun could continue coaxing him, Huang Yue, who was serving tea nearby, chimed in, "Your Highness, why don’t you visit Aunt Xing? In our place, the woman carrying a child is always the most important, and we must endure and yield no matter what she does."

Her words sounded innocent and harmless, yet they made Lu Lingyun raise an eyebrow slightly.

What did she mean by enduring and yielding no matter what she did?

Wasn’t this a subtle way of saying that Xing Dairong was at fault this time, that she had done something terrible, but everyone had to tolerate it because she was pregnant?

She cleverly hid Cheng Yunshuo’s punishment and her own meddling behind the scenes, making it seem like everything was Xing Dairong’s fault.

This new little maid looked innocent, but she was far more cunning than Xing Dairong.

Sure enough, after hearing Huang Yue’s words, Cheng Yunshuo’s softened expression hardened again, and he threw the chess piece back into the basket, "Every time, I’m the one who gives in! She always uses her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wants!"

His relationship with Xing Dairong was truly not the same as before.

After several conflicts, Xing Dairong’s attempts to regain his favor relied solely on her pregnancy—either seeking his sympathy or acting with impunity. Cheng Yunshuo had long harbored resentment.

After Huang Yue’s words, he didn’t want to go anymore and decided to leave her alone.

Seeing this, Lu Lingyun looked up and gazed at Huang Yue coolly, "Huang Yue, you’re young. How many pregnant women have you seen?"

Upon hearing Lu Lingyun’s question, Huang Yue’s doe-like eyes immediately sparkled innocently, "My aunt has been pregnant a few times. When she craved meat, my uncle would buy it for her, and when she threw tantrums, my uncle would bear with her. My grandmother said that a pregnant woman is the most important."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Cheng Yunshuo, which only made him more displeased.

At this moment, Lu Lingyun suddenly asked, "Didn’t you say you had no family left?"

Huang Yue’s watery eyes flashed with panic, "I don’t have any family left. My uncle’s family moved away a long time ago and haven’t been with us."

She was slightly nervous, but fortunately, Cheng Yunshuo didn’t notice.

Lu Lingyun merely glanced at her and then turned to Cheng Yunshuo, "Your Highness, I remember Aunt Xing was also an orphan."

"At least Huang Yue still has an uncle who cares about her, but Aunt Xing has no one. Since she married into the marquisate, you are the closest person to her. Don’t keep quarreling with her."

With these few words, Lu Lingyun brought the conversation back, touching on the past between Cheng Yunshuo and Xing Dairong.

Instantly, Cheng Yunshuo’s heart softened.

He didn’t love her deeply, but he couldn’t easily let go. Thinking back to how he had redeemed Xing Dairong from the brothel when she was an orphan, their passionate and carefree past, his anger dissipated.

"I’ll go see her." He stopped playing chess, got off the couch, and walked out without a glance at Huang Yue.

Huang Yue tried to follow but was stopped by Lu Lingyun’s cough, "Huang Yue, your tea is quite good. Pour me another cup."

Huang Yue immediately stopped, "Yes, Young Lady."

She used the small teapot to pour another cup of hot tea for Lu Lingyun.

Trembling and cautious, she looked down demurely, evoking pity.

"How can you manage selling tofu alone in the south of the city? Can you handle it?" Lu Lingyun asked.

"It’s manageable. I get up at the third watch to cook beans and make soy milk, finishing by the fifth watch, and then sell them at the market. I can handle it alone."

"You must work hard."

"Madam, we are all born to labor. There’s no such thing as hard or easy work," Huang Yue said, looking down.

After listening, Lu Lingyun smiled faintly, "In this world, there’s no such thing as fate. Some people use their minds, others their strength, but everyone strives to improve their lives. Don’t you agree?"

Hearing this, Huang Yue frowned slightly and nodded, "Madam is right."

"I think you’re a smart person, and I like smart people. But you must use your intelligence wisely. Take things one step at a time, and only then will life improve, right?"

Huang Yue immediately knelt in fear, "Yes, Little Yue will never cause trouble for the marquisate."

Seeing this, Lu Lingyun frowned. She looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, head bowed low, trembling, and sighed, "Get up. As long as you do your duty, no one will be harsh with you."

After saying this, she also threw the chess piece into the basket and left the couch.

After she left, Huang Yue slowly rose from her kneeling position.

As she stood up, her lowered eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

Ha, what foot-by-foot progress, what hard work, what duty—it was all because she was born a noble lady and could marry into the marquisate as the lady of the house!

If she were like her, just a lowly tofu seller, she wouldn’t be able to speak so easily!

She despised women like Lu Lingyun, who looked down on her and lectured her. She wished Lu Lingyun would rot in hell!

Cheng Yunshuo went to Yuerong Pavilion.

Xing Dairong saw him come, and she neither cried nor made a scene, remaining quiet.

Cheng Yunshuo, seeing her like this, felt his heart soften completely. He apologized to her with remorse, "Dairong, I was too impulsive last time."

Xing Dairong said nothing.

Cheng Yunshuo continued, "If you really can't let it go, hit me a couple of times."

Xing Dairong still showed no reaction.

Cheng Yunshuo pulled her into a tight embrace, and Xing Dairong did not resist.

She didn’t know what had come over her, nor could she pinpoint her feelings toward Cheng Yunshuo now.

Love, hate, resentment, and frustration all mingled together, making her feel aggrieved and resentful, yet unable to fully unleash her emotions.

Tightly held by Cheng Yunshuo, she pushed him a few times before letting out a sob, tears streaming down her face.

Ah, ah, ah, she cried in distress, her voice hoarse.

Hearing her heart-wrenching cries, Cheng Yunshuo felt as if his heart were being torn. He held Xing Dairong tightly, "Dairong, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"I was just so angry that day when I said those things."

"I swear, there’s nothing between me and Huang Yue. She is just an orphan I rescued because I felt sorry for her."