eurekapd Chapter 256 Helpless
Chapter 256 Helpless
I am so tired of it! I long for the free sky. I don't want to be a humble concubine anymore, and I am not suitable to serve a young master of the Song family who has a distinguished family like you."
My eyes were as bright as torches, and my words were clear and firm, declaring my position: "Even if I am heading towards the end of my life, I will never set foot in Xie's house!"
Song Yanyi's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. Hatred was boiling in his heart, and he wished he could strangle my throat immediately to vent his hatred.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, becoming as tense as a taut string. Even Qing'an and Fu Xian, who were standing outside the door, unconsciously took a few steps back, as if they could sense the storm that was about to erupt in the house.
And I just looked back at him expressionlessly, with neither joy nor sadness in my heart, only an unshakable determination.
A sudden pain welled up in his chest, and his anger burned like a raging fire, but he could not find an outlet to vent it. It was stuck in his chest, and he could only turn around angrily and walk away.
He suddenly opened the door, scaring Qing'an and Fu Xian so much that they almost jumped up. They saw Song Yanyi with a gloomy expression, walking out of the room quickly.
Just as the two were about to follow him, they heard him shout coldly: "Wait here!"
The two immediately obeyed the order and stood back in their original places, and the room returned to silence.
I still sat on the bed, watching the guard close the door again in a daze, and then I fell on the bed exhausted, both physically and mentally.
That night, Song Yanyi did not set foot here again. He chose to spend the long night in the study. The outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"Master, an urgent letter has arrived from the capital, saying that there are new developments in the Prince Jin's Mansion, and urging you to return to the capital as soon as possible to deal with it."
The next morning, Qing'an carefully pushed open the door of the study, holding the secret letter brought by the pigeon in his hand, and handed it to Song Yanyi.
Song Yanyi took a quick glance, his eyes slightly concentrated, and his already gloomy eyes became even colder.
"I replied that I would leave for the capital as soon as possible."
There was no warmth in his voice.
"Yes, Master."
Qing'an responded quickly and fled from this depressing space, unwilling to stay any longer.
Song Yanyi rested his elbows on the table and rubbed his temples irritably. His originally simple plan was disrupted by her determination, which made him feel unprecedentedly uneasy.
Perhaps it was because of her "death" experience that he was always hesitant when treating her. He didn't dare to force her too much and decided to give her some time to adjust her mindset.
In the days that followed, Prefect Zhao came to discuss the handling of the Lin Han case, and then new instructions came from the capital. Song Yanyi was very busy, and by the time everything was settled, it was already dusk.
He finally put down the work at hand and planned to go see her, hoping that after a day of calming down, both of them could let go of their past.
When I returned to my bedroom, Fu Xian was still guarding outside the door: "Master."
"How is she now?"
He asked coldly.
Fu Xian looked embarrassed and replied, "There has been no movement. The maid brought in the food, but Miss Cousin didn't even touch a bite."
Song Yanyi frowned: "You haven't eaten for a whole day?"
"Yes, Master."
The sound of the strings seemed particularly hollow.
With some anger, Song Yanyi pushed open the door and walked around the screen. What came into his sight was her still lying on the bed, her thin body curled up in the gorgeous quilt, her eyes closed, lifeless.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her face as pale as paper, he felt a nameless fire rising in his heart: "There has to be a limit to being willful. You are so old, and you are still on a hunger strike?"
Cui Rong still kept her eyes closed, remaining indifferent.
His patience had reached its limit, and his tone was chilling: "It's up to you, just starve. When you get too hungry, I'll let Xu Shujin go to hell with you."
Hearing this, Cui Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with coldness and hatred towards him.
This glance was like a sharp needle piercing my heart.
He had been resentful of her deception, but now looking at her haggard appearance, he actually missed her former false appearance of obedience. At least at that time he could still deceive himself and feel a little comforted.
"We will set off back to the capital tomorrow."
He announced to her.
Cui Rong's gaze paused for a moment, and she struggled to support her body, sat up straight, and looked straight at him: "I'm not going anywhere."
Song Yanyi's face became increasingly gloomy.
"I am the daughter of an honest family."
Although her voice was weak, there was unquestionable determination in her eyes.
He sneered: "Cui Rongrong, are you so hungry that you're dizzy? No matter who you are, I'm going to take you away. Who can stop me?"
She pulled out an exquisite hairpin from the quilt and placed it on her delicate neck without hesitation.
Song Yanyi's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he sternly scolded: "What are you going to do?!"
She said expressionlessly: "I have already said that I will never set foot in Xie's house even if I die."
He gritted his teeth, thinking that she would come to her senses after a day of meditation, but he didn't expect her to remain so stubborn!
"Put down the hairpin, or I'll have someone bring Xu Shujin to accompany you."
he threatened.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, but she quickly became firm again: "Okay."
Song Yanyi's face changed drastically in an instant, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to grab the hairpin in her hand, but she dodged backwards swiftly, and the hairpin left a deeper mark on her delicate skin. Blood slowly slid down her soft neck. His movements froze there in an instant, full of surprise and helplessness.
She had a blank expression on her face, and her eyes were deep, as quiet as a cold pond. She looked at him steadily and spoke word by word, "If I return to Xie's house, I will be like a walking corpse, enduring those cold stares and ruthless trampling day after day. Ajin's pure heart will also be stained with worldly dust and be despised by others. It is better to end this life that is worse than death. Death, at least, will leave a sense of peace."
In the past, as a poor relative with nothing and living under someone else's roof, she was careful in her words and actions every day, as if she was walking on thin ice, but she still could not escape the open and hidden attacks. Her dignity was trampled on wantonly and insults followed her like a shadow.
Ajin was also bullied in that deep courtyard. Her young shoulders carried a heavy burden that was not suitable for her age. She could only swallow her grievances and tears quietly. Every night seemed particularly long.
In order to escape from the cage called "home", she has abandoned everything and her reputation has been shattered. She should have followed the virtues of a woman and married a woman, but after following Song Yanyi back home, she realized that there was no more tolerance in the eyes of the eldest lady, and the old lady would also be deeply disappointed.
One day in the future, when the new young lady steps through that heavy door, she will probably be the first victim.
If she goes back this time, what awaits her will be a fate a hundred times more cruel than before, and Ajin will be innocently caught up in this silent storm, suffering from the cold eyes of the world and the malice behind it.