nycdaug Chapter 136 Freedom
Chapter 136 Freedom
"Miss, what on earth has happened? The master of the family clearly promised you before that your marriage can be decided according to your own wishes. But why is he going back on his word now?" The maid looked anxious and confused, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and shouted indignantly.
After sending the old turtle away, Bi Yaoyao walked slowly towards her own courtyard. Along the way, her thoughts were as chaotic and complicated as the willow catkins blown by the wind.
Upon hearing the maid's words, Bi Yaoyao's brows, as delicate as distant mountains, furrowed in a deep frown. Her once charming face, so beautiful it could outshine any other flower, was now shrouded in a veil of sadness and resentment. Her lively eyes betrayed a complex emotion, as if she had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to begin.
She gently shook her head, her movements as gentle as a willow branch swaying in the wind, as if trying to shake off all the worries in her heart. However, no matter how hard she tried, the troubled thoughts still followed her like a shadow, making her unable to escape. In the end, she could only sigh helplessly, a long and lingering sigh that seemed to contain endless sorrow and melancholy.
"Xiaohong, don't say that. He is my brother after all, and the head of our family! Besides, this is the emperor's decree to grant the marriage. Even if he is unwilling in his heart, what can a subject do to disobey the emperor's order?" Bi Yaoyao said softly, with a hint of helplessness and bitterness in her tone that was hard to conceal.
Upon hearing this, Xiaohong, the maid standing nearby, turned pale. Her heart tightened, and she quickly knelt, bowing deeply. She said in a trembling voice, "It's all my fault. I spoke carelessly and erred. Please, young lady, have the magnanimity to forgive me this time!" Xiaohong then tightly shut her mouth, fearing she might say something inappropriate and displease her mistress. She cautiously glanced at Bi Yaoyao from the corner of her eye, observing her expression. When she saw that Bi Yaoyao's face didn't show any trace of blame, her heart finally settled down a little.
Then, Bi Yaoyao gently raised her hand and waved it casually, signaling Xiaohong to stand up and retreat behind her. Xiaohong stood up quickly as if she had been pardoned, walked obediently behind Bi Yaoyao, and stood with her head bowed, quietly waiting for the lady's further instructions.
And so, the two of them continued on their journey. Throughout it all, Bi Yaoyao remained silent, not uttering a single word. Her graceful figure seemed transformed into a magnificent statue, quietly and gracefully moving forward. However, a closer look revealed that while Bi Yaoyao appeared calm, her lively eyes occasionally gleamed, and she would occasionally gently bite her tender lower lip. These subtle movements revealed that her heart, like the turbulent sea, was furiously pondering various strategies and methods to deal with the current predicament. Perhaps she was racking her brains to figure out how to persuade the stubborn patriarch to change his mind; or perhaps she was carefully planning some other, more feasible and effective solution...
After returning to the courtyard, Bi Yaoyao walked lightly, like a graceful butterfly, towards the fine pearwood chair her brother had given her. The chair exuded a delicate fragrance, and the wood was fine and smooth, obviously a treasure that had been carefully carved.
Bi Yaoyao approached the chair, leaned forward slightly, and sat down gently and gracefully. Her posture was graceful, like a beautiful painting. Seeing this, the maid Xiaohong hurried forward without delay.
Xiaohong cautiously reached out her hands and lifted the freshly brewed, still steaming, fragrant tea from the table. The tea leaves unfurled in the water, emitting waves of delicate, refreshing fragrance. Xiaohong gently tilted the teapot and poured the tea into the cup, the water flowing smoothly and steadily, without a single drop spilling.
After filling the cup, Xiaohong carefully checked the rim to see if it was clean and tidy. Only after confirming that it was correct did she respectfully place the cup in front of Bi Yaoyao. Throughout the process, Xiaohong's movements were light and skillful, showing her well-trained skills.
Meanwhile, Fang Congyi, standing outside the house, listened suspiciously to the faint, indistinct noises coming from inside. He frowned, thinking to himself, "Did Bi Yue actually agree? This is really strange!"
Fang Congyi couldn't fathom how the almighty Demon Emperor could suddenly grant such a marriage. Even more baffling was how Bi Yue, known for his tough stance, had so readily agreed. What dark secrets lay behind this? The more Fang Congyi pondered, the more suspicious it seemed. His doubts tangled like a tangled mess, impossible to untangle.
At this moment, a figure came to Fang Congyi and patted her shoulder."
Fang Cong was stunned for a moment, and after seeing who was coming, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.
“They went in.”
Lu Yan said
The two smiled at each other, as if they had already understood each other, and nodded in tacit understanding. Then, without hesitation, they stretched out their hands and pushed open the closed door in front of them.
As the door slowly opened, a strong airflow instantly hit them. The maids Xiaohong and Bi Yaoyao in the room felt as if a gust of wind was whistling past. They looked up in astonishment and watched the door being blown open. Standing outside the door were Fang Congyi and Lin Yun. They walked into the room with their heads held high.
Although they now resembled ghosts, lacking a true physical form, making their presence undetectable, this elusive state completely freed them from fatigue, seemingly possessing boundless energy. Yet, for some unknown reason, an inexplicable and inexplicable impulse compelled them to stride unscrupulously and brazenly towards the center of the room, completely unnoticed by those around them. Then, as if they were alone, they casually plopped down on the main seat, a symbol of their prestige.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Cong spotted a uniquely shaped, exquisitely crafted teapot on the table. It resembled a rare treasure, radiating an alluring luster. Perhaps on a whim, or perhaps drawn by some mysterious force, Fang Cong reached out his right hand and grabbed it.