RPAGF Chapter 295 Falling into His Arms
Chapter 295 Falling into His Arms
Chapter 295 Falling into His Arms
In Shen Fuhan's memory, Shen Fufei had always been a gentle person.
Although he was sickly and his family was worried about his health, he had a good attitude and a carefree attitude towards worldly affairs.
He always said that it was enough for him to have lived in this bustling world; he would leave whenever God took his life.
The only thing he couldn't let go of was poetry and books. He said he hadn't read enough. There were countless good books in the world, but he couldn't even read a tenth of them. No matter how he thought about it, it was a regret.
So even when he was bedridden, there were always a few books by his bedside. Whenever he was awake, he was either reading or taking medicine.
Whenever Shen Fuhan thinks of Shen Fufei, an image of a small stove boiling tea, bubbling and emitting wisps of smoke, always comes to mind.
The smoke blurred Shen Fufei's features. Dressed in white, he leaned against a soft pillow, flipping through a book. He calmly looked up at the door, smiled, and said gently, "Big brother is here."
Wen Jiayue seemed to see Shen Fufei, whom she had never met before, through his description.
She said softly, "My second brother has the demeanor of a gentleman."
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "He was indeed the most disciplined, but not pedantic. It's just a pity... he died young."
A royal physician examined him and said he might not live to adulthood.
Shen Fuhan did not tell him the news, fearing that he would lose hope.
But he guessed it himself, and even comforted him instead.
"Brother, life and death are predestined, and I've long since become indifferent to it. You're four years older than me, can't you see through it?"
He didn't want to see through things; he just wanted to find a miracle doctor to save his brother.
But before he could find a miracle doctor, his younger brother was murdered when he was sixteen.
Shen Fuhan had imagined many ways his second brother could die: passing away peacefully in a dream, coughing up blood, or dying from unbearable pain...
The only thing he never expected was that he would be murdered.
He should have died surrounded by his family, but instead, he ended up with his body left to rot in the wilderness.
Shen Fuhan could not accept it.
So, after gaining power, he investigated the details, slowly and meticulously, and finally discovered that the matter might be related to Li Zhilan.
But after so many years, there are no witnesses to be found, and the physical evidence has long been destroyed. The evidence he has now is not enough to put her to death.
But it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, he will find an opportunity to bring Li Zhilan to justice, and Fu Fei's case will naturally be cleared.
Wen Jiayue lowered his eyes slightly; the opportunity he wanted might be just around the corner.
Now that she has an imperial title, even if she has broken the law, the government has no right to deal with her. They can only arrest her after the emperor orders the removal of her title.
No matter how powerful or influential Li Zhilan is, she cannot overstep the emperor's authority. If she really wants to take action, it won't be long before she faces punishment.
As the saying goes, pulling up a radish brings out the mud. As long as we can arrest Li Zhilan, we can get her to talk. What else can we not find out?
Wen Jiayue has made all the preparations and is just waiting for Shen Fuhan to leave the capital in November.
As for whether or not to inform him in advance...
Wen Jiayue hesitated. If she were to tell the truth, she would have to mention her rebirth to increase credibility.
But the matter of rebirth is too bizarre. What if Shen Fuhan thinks she's crazy?
But she also worried that she would find it difficult to move forward on her own.
After all, she was just a woman confined to her home, and her wealth and power were insufficient to contend with a princess of a nation.
What if Li Zhilan tries to kill her in a different way this time? How can she escape?
Just as I was hesitating, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"My lord! My lady!"
Wen Jiayue was startled and instinctively trembled.
Shen Fuhan held her shoulder to comfort her and whispered, "It's a guard."
He then asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"
"My lord, the old lady has awakened. Please come to Ninghui Hall immediately!"
Wen Jiayue sighed inwardly, but the old lady had been unconscious for two days, it was time for her to wake up.
Shen Fuhan responded and pulled Wen Jiayue to sit up.
He was quite strong, and Wen Jiayue, caught off guard, fell directly into his arms.
"Ah Yue," Shen Fuhan put his arm around her waist and asked seriously, "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Jiayue glared at him, feigning ignorance!
However, this incident swept away her earlier gloom. What was the old lady anyway? Just an elder she wasn't close to. It wouldn't hurt to visit her.
And Shen Fuhan is there too.
After figuring it out, Wen Jiayue stepped away from his embrace. She had only gone a short distance when Shen Fuhan didn't let go and pressed down on her waist.
Wen Jiayue's body went limp, and she fell into his arms again.
“My lord, please stop joking,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “We need to go see Grandmother.”
“I know you don’t want to go,” Shen Fuhan gently patted her back, “but at a time like this, you have no choice but to go. In the future, except in special circumstances, I promise you will never see your grandmother again.”
Wen Jiayue listened in a daze, wondering why he suddenly said these things.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you believe me?"
Wen Jiayue nodded gently, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Does the Marquis not blame me for disrespecting my elders?"
"Grandmother has too much prejudice against you. Since we can't change it, let's just leave each other alone."
Shen Fuhan said frankly, "As you know, my grandmother is my biological grandmother, and she suffers from heart palpitations. I can't go too far."
Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, and Shen Fuhan was no exception; this was the best solution he could think of.
Wen Jiayue understood that he was caught in the middle and it was difficult for him, so this was a win-win solution, and she was already very satisfied.
“I know,” Wen Jiayue said, “as long as Grandmother doesn’t make things difficult for me.”
Shen Fuhan slowly said, "With me here, no one will make things difficult for you."
Including Li Zhilan.
So what if she is the eldest princess?
Dressed neatly, the two headed to Ninghui Hall.
The night was deep, the wind was strong, and the lanterns swayed gently, illuminating the way ahead.
Wen Jiayue suddenly felt a bit cold. She had thought it would be warm tonight, so she hadn't put on her cloak, and now she regretted it.
However, since they had already gone halfway, she refrained from mentioning it.
Shen Fuhan glanced at her, then decisively took off his outer garment and draped it over her shoulders.
Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "Lord Marquis?"
“Just tell me if you’re cold,” Shen Fuhan said. “I’ll help you.”
She asked, "Aren't you cold?"
Shen Fuhan shook his head: "It's good that you're not cold."
Wen Jiayue wrapped her arms tightly around his clothes, the scent of ink and books filling the air, which soothed her heart.
Upon arriving at Ninghui Hall, they happened to run into Shen Funian and a sleepy-eyed Shen Chengyao.
Upon seeing her elder brother and sister-in-law, especially her sister-in-law who was wearing her elder brother's clothes, Shen Funian immediately abandoned her son and walked forward with a smile.
"Sister-in-law, are my brother's clothes warm enough?"
Wen Jiayue pretended not to understand her subtext and nodded, saying, "It's quite warm, do you want to put it on?"
“I’ll pass,” Shen Funian waved her hand. “You can wear it for a while.”
Wen Jiayue didn't want to say more and went inside first.
Shen Funian secretly gave Shen Fuhan a thumbs up and whispered, "Big brother, you're really a promising young man!"
Shen Fuhan frowned and glanced at her. Who taught him that?
This is something he should have done anyway.