Chapter Seventeen: The Wisteria Flowers Are Light, Whose Family Are They?

  The firework exploded into a flower of light, with a soft "crack" sound.

  You sat on the couch with your knees hugged, staring blankly at the copper mirror not far away. Every time you see such a face, it is still vague in your heart, and you don't know who you are or where you are.

  Her skin was as white as snow, illuminated by the candlelight, with a faint reddish glow on her face. She had an inexplicable beauty that was both enchanting and alluring. She sat quietly, thinking about where else she could go, what other paths she could take. Not every tomorrow can be easily decided, but everything must have a choice.

  When a person thinks of Ye Tian at night, she is dazed and thinks that fate has given her such cruel facts, or perhaps it has also given her almost perfect compensation elsewhere.

  When she was wandering in confusion between love and hate, the night sky suddenly appeared in front of her with a heart as clear and vast as a sunny day, warm but without any concealment.

  Thinking it's invisible just because you don't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

  Today, Feng Yan's one sentence was like tearing open the curtain and pushing everything to the forefront. His eyes, words, and smile, irretrievably surged up from the deepest place of repression, instantly overlapping with the beauty in memory, inseparable.

  With such a perfect opportunity, she knew that as long as she reached out her hand, he would grasp it without hesitation, and he had been waiting for her all along.

  In the memories that had been numb for a long, long time, she looked back and found that the pain was like a tidal wave that rushed up, almost drowning her. She wondered if she had the courage to reach out again to touch the beauty, the same beauty, and whether the pain and ugliness behind it were the same?

  Wanting to go back to one's own place, is it really a correct decision?

  Nobody knows.

  Feeling tired from thinking, I leaned against the pillow and slowly fell asleep. It seemed as if the night sky was standing in front of me, with a gentle smile that was as vast and endless as the blue sky.

  When waking up, the warmth of the quilt makes one's body and mind relaxed. Qingchu gets up and pushes open a small gap in the peach wood window with flower patterns, allowing the gentle breeze with rain to quietly flow in.

  Outside, scattered rain is floating, with a hint of autumn coolness. In my heart, it's as if something has been added, faintly and heavily.

  In the flower corridor, Jing Hui was walking towards this side with Fei'er. Qing Chen looked at the faint figure of this beautiful woman and imagined Ye Tian Xuan's smile, they were a perfect match, she should be the one by his side.

  Suddenly, a surge of emotions rose to the surface. A person's heart can only bear so much sharing, and their love must be divided into several portions to go around. If it were herself, she would never accept such a thing. Putting aside all other considerations, would she ever share another woman's happiness? Especially when this person treated her like a sister. Thinking of this, her heart suddenly felt much lighter, and she smiled wryly at herself, realizing that she had been overthinking things, unable to see through the situation.

  Under the set-off of Mulan-colored silk robes, Jing Hui's gestures had a noble and gentle elegance. Seeing Qingchen, she smiled and said: "Qingchen, I have some good news to tell you."

  "You slightly stunned and asked: 'What's the good news?'"

  Jing Hui took a phoenix-carved jade box from Fei'er's hand and instructed her: "You go down first."

  You picked up the teapot and poured water, adding some dried tangerine peel that had been sun-dried in your free time. As the water vapor rose, the fragrance of the tangerine peel wafted through the entire room, just like a gentle, elegant, and refined smile.

  Jing Hui placed the box in front of her and said, "You open it and take a look."

  "You're giving me something good?" she said with a smile, opening the jade box to reveal a string of crystal clear blue aquamarine on white satin.

  Aquamarine! Her eyes widened slightly, such a clear and transparent aquamarine is the best among crystals. This was what she had been searching for, gathering all crystal beads might give her the chance to activate the Nine Turns Luminous Array, perhaps even allowing her to return to her original form.

  She looked up at Jing Hui, and in Jing Hui's gentle and beautiful eyes, there was a faint, almost imperceptible darkness. Qing Chen's mind was racing with thoughts, and she lightly closed the jade box, saying: "What a beautiful string of pearls."

  Jing Hui's white jade-like fingers stroked the jade box, opening it to reveal a crystal blue gemstone that flowed with a soft glow. She slowly said: "This string of ice-blue crystals is a treasure of the Yin family, and the Empress Dowager instructed His Highness to pass it down to Queen Zhen." As she spoke, her eyes fixed on Qing Chen.

  You dust and she four eyes opposite, then a smile, said: "Before did not see you wear."

  Jing Hui's hands loosened, and the lid of the box slid down gently, closing it. She said in a very faint tone: "I am just the concubine of the prince."

  You seem to have some unexpected news, no one has ever mentioned it to her before. She had always thought that Jing Hui was Ye Tian Zhan's legitimate wife. Frowning, she said: "But in my opinion, you are his only wife, what's the difference between a main wife and a concubine?"

  Jing Hui's sharp eyes swept across Qing Chen's face, and the clear expression in his eyes seemed to weigh heavily on her heart, yet it was also calm and intimate. She let out a deep sigh, and there were some words that she couldn't help but say.

  "You dust, I won't say more unnecessary words," she smiled brightly: "Your Highness's thoughts, actually you and I both understand, today he asked me to come ask you, are you willing to enter this household?"

  The words cut in directly, without any cover. Although Qingchen had vaguely anticipated that such a day might come, she was still extremely embarrassed when she suddenly heard these words. For a moment, she was speechless, her slender fingers lightly tapping on the table, making a faint sound, each one hitting Jinghui's heart.

  The time was too long, Jing Hui and others were anxious, and couldn't help but ask again: "Qing Chen?" Coincidentally, Qing Chen also looked up at this time and said: "Sister."

  After a brief eye contact, Jing Hui shifted her gaze and simply said: "You speak."

  "You have a clear and decisive look in your eyes," he said in a low voice, "To be honest, he is absolutely wrong about this matter."

  Jing Hui was stunned, and involuntarily raised her head: "You..."

  "You wave your hand to stop her, with a clear and calm gaze, looking at the person in front of you: 'I'm not blaming him for anything, no one has ever treated me as well as he does, I will always remember. But this matter is different, once two people have acknowledged each other, they should be deeply devoted to each other, my heart can only accommodate one person, and if he has a heart, it can only belong to me alone.' Seeing the surprise in Jing Hui's eyes, she smiles faintly at her and continues: 'Moreover, he wants you to ask about this matter, what is he thinking? You are his wife, he should be wholeheartedly devoted to you, now he actually wants you to ask others if they are willing to marry him, does he not care about your feelings? Which woman in the world would be willing to share her husband with someone else and still have to play matchmaker herself? Sister, you may be able to tolerate it, but I cannot.'"

  Jing Hui heard this, her eyes slightly sour, and sighed: "I am just the daughter of the Jing family's concubine, being able to marry him as a secondary wife is already enough, can I still ask for him to have only me? Today it may not be you, tomorrow there will naturally be others, the main wife of the Quan Wang Fu, after all, must exist."

  "You are even more a woman with an unknown origin, you yourself don't know who you are, how can you be any kind of princess?"

  Jing Hui Dao said, "If you acknowledge Feng Xiang as your father and make her the queen of Zhan, then it would be a perfect match. The prince has been thinking about this for a long time, I've never seen him care so much about a woman. That day was also because he personally asked about the matter of the Feng family's lost daughter, after Feng Xiang found out, she immediately let Luan Fei visit and pay respects, now it seems that there is an 80-90% chance that nothing will go wrong, what are you still worried about?"

  "Is that so?" Qīng Chén Fèng's eyes slightly raised, saying: "If I weren't the daughter of the Phoenix family, wouldn't it be that even if I followed him, I would only be one of his wives and concubines, forever looking up to him, never able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him?"

  "Standing shoulder to shoulder..." Jing Hui was almost shocked by this idea, even though she was a noble daughter with a prestigious status and many privileges, but after all, she couldn't be completely on an equal footing with men, who had ever had such an idea?

  You don't have to hope that someone can understand her meaning, just say: "Although the words are rough, these sentences are sincere words, my intention, sister should understand."

  Jing Hui Dao said: "Qing Chen, you treat me with sincerity, and I will also tell you my true feelings. Indeed, as you said, which woman does not want to monopolize her own husband? But in the imperial family, from the Emperor down, who is not a wife or concubine? This is our women's fate. Sooner or later, Prince Zhan's mansion will marry a proper princess. Although your time here has been short, since the day you entered the mansion, he has been extremely indulgent towards you, and my sister and I have also gotten along well. In fact, I am thinking for his sake, as well as mine, so I would rather it be you who enters the mansion than any other woman. You and he are also a match made in heaven, how can you not agree to this marriage?"

  She hesitated for a moment, then said: "I think he...". The words got jumbled on her lips: "He looks very much like one of my friends, I often mistake him for that person, it gives me a strange feeling. Although sometimes we can talk more easily, but it's not the same, just... familiarity." After blurting out these words, she stared blankly at the drizzle outside the window, her heart filled with emotions, like when she first met Ye Tian at night, sweet and sour, bitter and joyful, sad and anxious, all mixed together. For a moment, she was speechless.

  Jing Hui seemed to have realized something, gazing at her for half a day, and suddenly sighed: "This string of pearls will stay with you for now, and you can decide what to do with it yourself. This matter is not forced upon me, and I don't have much to say about it." After speaking, she quietly stood up: "I'll head back first."

  "You get up, hesitated and said: "Sister, I'm sorry.""

  Jing Hui Dao said: "You have to go tell him this yourself."

  "You shake your head: 'No, I'm talking to you, I...'"

  "Qing Chen." Jing Hui said in a low voice: "You don't have to apologize to me, as long as he's happy, I'm willing to do anything for him. I hope you can agree to it, he treats you sincerely."

  You dust off the frost, facing the crystal clear ice blue, lost in thought. Fingertips slide through the icy blue ring, one circle after another, like layers of thoughts, endless and boundless.

  Love until it can't be loved, gather until it must disperse, after prosperity becomes a dream...

  This road has reached its end, right?

  Her slender fingers finally exerted a slight force on the case, picked up the ice-blue crystal and put it back into the jade box, and walked towards the smoke wave sent to refresh the room.

  Ye Tian Zhan was not in the mansion, she placed the jade box on the desk and went back to her room to retrieve the many books she had borrowed from here over the past few days, neatly putting them back in their original place. Suddenly realizing that in this short period of time, she had actually read so many books from him, some of which were not even finished yet, she stood there flipping through a few more pages. Occasionally, she would see Ye Tian Zhan's small notes on the margins and footnotes, remembering when they laughed and talked about these books in front of Xian Yu Lake, a faint gentle smile floated onto her face.

  Everything returned to its original place, as if nothing had ever moved. She turned back into the house and tidied up the room where she had stayed for many days, there was nothing in this room that belonged to her except for the clothes on her body and a jade hairpin brought from the bamboo house, nothing else.

  But in fact, are these really hers? All she has is a strange soul, a soul that no one here can understand.

  It reminded her of the feeling when she woke up by the water that day, alone and bewildered. Now it seemed to be the same, existing lonely in a place that didn't belong to her, with vast space unknown where to go or what to do. She smiled slightly, raising the corner of her lips, what else was unbearable, when the world turned upside down before her eyes, her heart's capacity for endurance had long since become infinite.

  The rain outside is pouring down incessantly, it's a good day for farewell.