Chapter 28 – To Become Famous (2)
Ye Zhen looked at Mister Shan but saw that he was just smiling peacefully and seemed to have great confidence in her abilities.
Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat heavy and tensed, the gracious host Madam Wu smiled and said, “This year’s chrysanthemum blossoms has been very lovely. Why don’t we go and enjoy the chrysanthemum?”
“That’s a good suggestion,” Old Madam Lu was aware of the stares of the people who looked down upon them secretly and who kept their distaste in their hearts. In return, she also disdained to deal with these kind of two-faced people.
It was better to enjoy the flowers and be at ease someplace else than here.
However, Second and Fourth Miss Lu didn’t have the heart to leave, so they excused themselves and decided to stay behind to talk and socialize with the girls from other families. Ye Zhen held Old Madam Lu’s hand, and assisted the later out of the bamboo shed.
The group haven’t walk more than just a few steps, when they heard a shrill voice announcing,
“The Wang Fei has arrived!”
Ye Zhen held Madam Lu’s hand in surprise, a chill ran down her spine. The anger that she suppressed in her heart was starting to boil, roaring like a wild animal ready to leap out of her chest.
Long-lost memories come to mind like spring water rushing out.
“Thank you eldest brother, you were able to gain Ye Zhen’s trust that she even confided her past with the emperor to you. If not for that, will the emperor ever think that I was that little girl who saved him?”
“Fortunately, I got her jade pendant in time. Ye Zhen is dead and everyone believes she committed suicide.”
“If she’s now in heaven and see how the emperor dotes on me now, she must have been vomiting blood out of envy!”
“All that matters is that you, Shuang’er is the Wang Fei and not her anymore.”
Ye Zhen’s mind is filled with memories of those two years that passed with her being a roaming ghost. She watched Lu Wushuang own her jade pendant instead of her. She watched her being loved by Mo Rongzhan and how she laughed at Ye Zhen’s incompetence and stupidity when no one was around.
The most foolish thing she did in her life was not only trusting Lu Lingzhi, but also marrying Mo Rongzhan!
Aware of the sudden tensing of Ye Zhen beside her, Old Madam Lu thought she maybe was too nervous and smiled to appease her, “The Wang Fei is your cousin’s own sister. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Grandma, I am…I am afraid I may displease the Wang Fei.” Ye said in a faint voice.
At first, Ye Zhen doubted whether Lu Wushuang still remembered her appearance. She and Lu Wushuang’s status was very different then.
They were only seven years old when they met once in Baihua and since then, they never met again.
Lu Wushuang couldn’t possibly recognize her. Ye Zhen found it amusing that Lu Wushuang had gained a place in Mo Rongzhan’s heart by using the knowledge of Ye Zhen’s rescue of him.
In fact, she did not tell Lu Lingzhi that much and so, it was not difficult to expose Lu Wushuang’s true face. But she did not want to have anything to do with Mo Rongzhan anymore.
She didn’t even want Mo Rongzhan to know that it was her that had saved him.
Yes, when she was still ill and couldn’t meet him, she buried a wooden box with her belongings in the place where she had saved him. She does not know if those things were still buried there, if the box was still there, she must go there, find and destroy it.
Mo Rongzhan no longer deserves her heart.
Old Madam Lu returned to the bamboo shed. Everyone bowed, knelt down and greeted Lu Wushuang. Ye Zhen gritted her teeth and bit back her anger, holding it down her throat. She willed herself to kneel down along with Old Madam Lu.
Once her knees touched the ground, she immediately felt the spreading of a terrible pain, but not from the discomfort of her knees kissing the rough ground but the pain she felt in her heart like needles piercing.
She knelt down in front of the woman who delivered her to her demise.
She felt great hatred but she could only endure. It was only Ye Zhen who knows what it was like, to feel such pain. . .
