My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 210 - 175 Yushu Brother is Really a Good
Chapter 210: Chapter 175 Yushu Brother is Really a Good Brother_2
Chapter 210: Chapter 175 Yushu Brother is Really a Good Brother_2
About me helping my good brother deliver a love letter to my fiancée?
What sort of mortal suffering is this?
Zhao Rong felt a little ashamed and had to sympathize; just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.
At the same time, Zhao Rong was also deeply embarrassed. Thankfully, not many people knew about it, um, Qing Jun didn’t know yet. It would be best if she never found out. It needed to be resolved quietly, otherwise…
Sending a love letter to my wife’s sister-disciple, who is also my friend’s fiancée… that would be instant social suicide.
Zhao Rong vigorously scrubbed his face.
Just then, Fan Yushu heaved a deep sigh.
He looked worried, “Ziyu…”
Zhao Rong quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at him, “What, what’s wrong?”
Fan Yushu hesitated for a moment but spoke up seriously, “Did you… sign the letter?”
Zhao Rong was startled, “Yes, I did. I was afraid you’d forget, so I even made the name on the envelope a bit larger and made sure it was facing upwards…”
Before he could finish, Fan Yushu’s frown relaxed and he exhaled deeply, muttering to himself, “Good that you wrote it, good that you wrote it. And since your handwriting is different from mine, Lanzi will surely recognize that the love letter wasn’t written by me. Then, there’s no problem, phew~”
Zhao Rong: “…”
Fan Yushu continued comforting himself, speaking earnestly:
“No, this means I didn’t send her a love letter yesterday, I missed a day, and that’s not okay. I need to write another one today, a proper one to make up for it. Lanzi should understand my sincerity and forgive my absence yesterday. But, oh, I’ll be busy with classes later. Writing so many artful love letters every day, this is too hard.”
Wait, wait, something’s not right…
Watching this utterly unexpected scene, Zhao Rong’s eyes widened, and he soundlessly closed his mouth.
He was temporarily unable to speak.
Why does it feel like we are not on the same page at all?
Wait, let’s sort this out.
So, you’ve been look worried and distressed all this time because you were worried that Ye Lanzi would mistake my love letter for yours?
And not because you were upset that I put you in a bad position and felt offended?
Ssss…
Zhao Rong took a cool breath and stealthily glanced at his now-relieved friend, blinking.
Suddenly, he found Fan Yushu’s usually goosebump-inducing pink face to appear much more friendly.
Brother Yushu is really suitable to be a good brother… much better than Wenruo, who brags about his eighteen-room “harem” every day, hoarding them like secrets, hidden away in the mansion, as if showing them off would somehow reduce them… stingy…
Brother Yushu is much more open-hearted.
Zhao Rong nodded eagerly, “Brother Yushu is absolutely right. Miss Ye is as sharp as ice and snow, she won’t get it wrong. Besides, do you not know what my love letters are like? They’re just short, simple sentences. Where can it match the depth and intrigue of yours, painstakingly crafted with depth and wit! She will definitely see the difference.”
Fan Yushu nodded in agreement, very much relieved.
Zhao Rong looked at his expression and added, “However, although that’s the case, it’s all a mix-up that we know of, but Miss Ye probably still doesn’t know. Ah, looking at the trouble this has caused… I don’t know if Miss Ye will secretly laugh upon reading that letter… Maybe you should still go explain it to her, ahem, clarify things and maybe also get that love letter back.”
Fan Yushu’s expression turned troubled upon hearing this.
“Misunderstandings like this really shouldn’t continue, but, Ziyu, you know, my current situation with Lanzi is a bit delicate. I fear making her unhappy might make our relationship even more strained.”
He patted Zhao Rong’s shoulder, his voice earnest, “This time your love letter was accidentally sent over, and knowing Lanzi’s temper, she surely wasn’t pleased, which doesn’t leave a good impression on you. And if she finds out it was my mistake, she might ignore me for half a year again. Ziyu, good brother, it’s done, let’s just leave it be. Anyway, why don’t you go talk to her instead? Cough cough, just say you sent it wrong. Consider it a favor for your little brother, I owe you one!”
Zhao Rong glanced at the hand patting his shoulder and then at Fan Yushu’s sincere expression.
What else could he say?
He sighed and nodded.
This matter should be handled quietly. Heaven forbid Qing Jun finds out, given her personality. If the love letter meant for her ended up in another woman’s hands, who knows how she might react? But surely his wife wasn’t the jealous type, unable to handle even this trivial matter…
Moreover, it would be wise to write a letter to Miss Ye. If he were to speak face-to-face, wouldn’t that be excruciatingly awkward… Yes, write a letter, and explain everything clearly.
With these thoughts, he had a rough plan in mind. Zhao Rong exhaled, felt relaxed, and continued walking side by side with Fan Yushu toward Four Seasons Hall.
However, what Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu never expected was that, just as they leisurely walked through the woods into Four Seasons Hall, they came face to face with Ye Lanzi, and…
Lingfei.
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Early in the morning, Ye Lanzi had gotten up and left the house to see Lingfei.
She happened to be free today and had received a request from her cousin, Ye Ruoxi, to invite Lingfei to a literary meeting happening soon.
She had just stepped out of the door when, halfway there, she ran into Lingfei who was preparing to leave Nanci Mansion.
“Sister Lingfei, good morning. Where are you headed?” Ye Lanzi exclaimed happily as she caught up with Lingfei, walking alongside her.
Lingfei glanced at her, remembered she was the new junior sister, smiled politely, and spoke softly, “I heard there’s a Confucian class at Four Seasons Hall this morning. Having nothing better to do, I decided to go listen.”
Ye Lanzi paused, then nodded thoughtfully.
She suddenly became excited. “Sister, let me attend the class with you. I’ve also been studying Confucianism lately, but it’s focused more on poetry. Usually, I attend classes by another Academy teacher at Fu Yao Mansion, but Teacher Yan, the new teacher who teaches the Classics, I haven’t attended his yet.”
Lingfei’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, hardly noticeable, but she said nothing and nodded in silence.
Along the way, Ye Lanzi chattered beside her, while Lingfei listened quietly, gazing ahead, absorbed in her thoughts, occasionally nodding in response to her junior sister’s words.
Ye Lanzi didn’t mind; she didn’t see it as aloofness. In her eyes, that was just how Sister Lingfei was. Hearing her speak was already enough to make her happy.
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Soon, the two exceptionally elegant women arrived at Four Seasons Hall, umbrellas in hand.
The usually detached Lingfei suddenly paused, her gaze sweeping the classroom. Not everyone had arrived yet… and he wasn’t there either.
She turned to Ye Lanzi with a light smile. “Junior Sister Ye, see you later.”
She walked away without waiting for a response, heading towards a familiar corner behind Four Seasons Hall.
Lingfei settled down at the same spot she had first taken, next to that empty seat, the one Zhao Rong had occupied that day.
During class, Four Seasons Hall was never fully occupied, and right then, the seats around her were especially empty and quiet.
Lingfei glanced at the adjacent seat, her lips curving slightly, as she took out her book and placed it on the table.
She propped her delicate chin with her hand, her eyes narrowed like a little cat, staring blankly ahead, filled with anticipation.
Just then.
Someone abruptly sat down in the adjacent seat.
Lingfei bit her lip, staring transfixed.
“Sister Lingfei, I’ll sit with you,”
Ye Lanzi said sweetly.
Lingfei: “…”
