“Your miss just suffered a frightful shock,” said Ning Shu with a grimace. That weak scholar who wasn’t even strong enough to truss a chicken was as malicious as a murderer.
Yue Lan hastily looked around. Her face turned a bit pale and she shuffled closer to Ning Shu as she stammered, “Miss, what did you see? Please don’t scare this servant like this.”
Ning Shu pushed Yue Lan away and said, annoyed, “How would a ghost possibly appear in broad daylight?”
Yue Lan sighed in relief. “Oh, that’s right, it’s still day. Then what was it that frightened you?”
“Little kids shouldn’t ask so much.” Ning Shu lifted the curtain to glance at Wen Ruhua who was walking in front of them. He was walking much slower. He probably didn’t want to walk anymore.
“Cousin, do you want to get on the carriage? You’re a scholar and unused to such strenuous activity. You must be tired from walking so much,” shouted Ning Shu.
Wen Ruhua stopped walking and turned around to look at Ning Shu. He asked coldly, “Exactly for how long do you plan to follow me? Bai Qinxiang, there is no relationship between us anymore.”
Of course there was no relationship ah. The real Bai Qinxiang was currently enjoying a blessed life and had long forgotten about you. You’re completely overthinking things.
Ning Shu said, “Wherever Cousin goes, Qinxiang will follow. Qinxiang no longer has anywhere to go and had no choice but to come find you, Cousin.”
Wen Ruhua was so angry his entire body trembled. His face was ashen as he glared at her.
“Why don’t you get on, Cousin?” said Ning Shu with a smile.
Wen Ruhua waved his hand and said coldly, “It is not good for unrelated men and women to interact. I won’t sit in the carriage, I’ll just sit outside.”
He then took off his basket and hugged it as he sat down next to the hidden guard.
Ning Shu: …
Ning Shu felt that Wen Ruhua’s way of thinking was seriously very unique. If he really had backbone, he should’ve just refused to get on the carriage. Could it be that he thought he was showing backbone by sitting outside?
Or was it that he had gotten too used to always finding excuses for his actions?
Ning Shu rolled her eyes as she lowered the curtain. Through the curtain, she said, “Cousin, why did you come to pick herbs? Could it be that you don’t even have the money to buy herbs? Why did you put yourself through such trouble?”
“Ding, trauma points +10. Current number of trauma points is 50.”
Ning Shu lifted her brows. She had hurt Wen Ruhua again? The identity of being his cousin was truly a great weapon. Any casual remark that contained a hint of disdain was enough to emotionally wound the cousin scholar.
Wen Ruhua gave a cold humph and said sharply, “How could you, a wealthy married miss, possibly understand the lives of us commoners? Although I must support myself through my own strength, it’d still be better than living off wealth obtained through treachery. At the very least, I can maintain a clear conscience. Since you’re so unused to this way of life, why follow me?”
Tsk tsk, look how righteous and convicted he sounded. If it weren’t for the trauma points, she really would’ve thought that he didn’t care.
He probably minded it a lot. His fiancee had left him precisely for wealth and glory, so money and influence were the thorns in his heart. He really desired them, but at the same time he rejected them due to his strong ego.
Ning Shu rolled her eyes again. She felt that all the books he read caused his mentality to become strange. They all said that reading books made you more open-minded and wise, but Ning Shu felt like Wen Ruhua was getting more rotten the more he read. Other people absorbed the essence of books while all Wen Ruhua absorbed were the useless dregs.
To say that Wen Ruhua was a politically astute character was rating him too highly. All he had was a good-looking skin. His weak scholarly air made him distinctively inferior to the other cool and aggressive male leads.