Chapter 122

Xiao Xun still remembered Lu Wensheng’s unusual reaction upon hearing the surname Wen that day in the villa. His uncle was always upright and composed, appearing refined and immaculate, but in reality, he was resolute and emotionally detached.

The Empress often reminded him to heed his uncle’s advice, saying that the Lu family was the greatest support for him and his mother.

This had long been a source of dissatisfaction for Xiao Xun. He was of imperial lineage, with royal blood flowing through his veins. Lu Wensheng should be the one relying on and respecting him, not carrying himself in such an aloof and superior manner. Deliberately or not, his gaze swept over Nianxi again before he left. Could the turbulence in his uncle’s eyes that day be related to this Miss Wen?

If she indeed was the same “Wen,” then things would become rather interesting.

“Go investigate her.”

…

At the birthday banquet, a burst of gongs and drums rang out.

Connected to the main hall was an open garden courtyard, where a newly built stage had already begun a performance of The Five Daughters Celebrating Longevity.

The entire hall was an open space, allowing everyone seated within to enjoy a clear view of the performance.

Nianxi, in her past role as the prime minister’s wife, often enjoyed opera performances to pass the time, though she preferred the poignant lyrics and minimalistic productions that could evoke profound emotions with just a few performers. However, someone like the Old Madam, given her age, preferred more grand and lively spectacles.

The floor heating in the hall was blazing, the crowd was dense, and the air was filled with fragrance. Even with the doors and windows open, it felt stifling.

Madam Li was quietly conversing with a lady beside her when Nianxi excused herself to get some fresh air.

Duke Fu’s residence was dignified and understated. Despite the festive decorations of lanterns and banners, the pavilions and towers exuded restrained elegance, a testament to its deep-seated heritage.

As a guest, Nianxi didn’t venture far, merely strolling in the open space outside the main hall.

“Are you out here for some fresh air as well?” A woman’s voice came from behind, slightly to the side.

Turning to the source, Nianxi saw Xu Wanxin wrapped in a snow-white fox-fur cloak, smiling warmly as she spoke.

“Yes, just out for a walk.”

“The incessant clamor from the opera stage was giving me a headache. This spot of yours is wonderful—at least it offers some respite.”

This place is merely an open space; the scenery isn’t exceptional. However, since Xu Wanxin said as much, she smiled and stepped aside, giving way.

Xu Wanxin stepped forward with a smile. She was delicate and soft-looking. While Nianxi herself was already slender, Xu Wanxin seemed even frailer. As she walked gracefully, her elegance was undeniable. Many young men in the capital, full of mischief, had nicknamed her “Sick Beauty.”

“Last time I saw Cousin at the entrance of Fusheng Banzhan chatting with you. I intended to approach, but my elders urgently called me back home. I grew up with Cousin, so I know him well—he is cold on the outside but warm inside. I have trusted him since I was young, so I always wanted to get close to you. May I call you Nianxi?” Her voice was melodious and pleasant, and her smile was genuine and warm.

Nianxi smiled faintly, “Miss Xu, there’s no need to be so formal. Though the shop is run by women, many male customers often take tea and pastries to go. It’s quite ordinary. As for how you wish to address me, it’s a trivial matter—call me whatever you feel comfortable with.”

She referred to it as a trivial matter, yet she only courteously addressed her as “Miss Xu.”

Xu Wanxin looked at Nianxi, her face still smiling, though it faltered slightly.

Since spring, when Wen Nianxi arrived in the capital, they had crossed paths countless times at various gatherings, but there were always others around—be it Wang Muyi or other noble ladies. Most of the time, Nianxi remained silent, and direct conversations with her were scarce.

In Xu Wanxin’s heart, she grew increasingly convinced that Wen Nianxi was all appearance and utterly weak. She had been secretly evaluating this woman who made Gu Ci fall out with her cousin for a long time. Wen Nianxi herself had no sharpness to speak of—her temperament was as plain and mild as water. Apart from her fresh, beautiful appearance, she had nothing else to offer.

Men are truly shallow, valuing only outward beauty. Even her cousin had fallen deeply for her.

Before Wen Nianxi appeared, Xu Wanxin had always been confident about marrying Pei Jian. It was the dream of her entire girlhood, the anchor of her heart. She could not believe that she would never enter his heart. Many people misunderstood Pei Jian, thinking of him as silent and cold, difficult to approach. But Xu Wanxin had always known how sincere and devoted he was to those he held dear—unable to let them go.

Pei Jian, from a young age, had suffered the tragedy of losing his parents. The entire Duke Zheng Mansion treated him like an abandoned child, leaving him in a state of despair and depression for half a year. That was the wound in his heart. This was why the passionate and sincere Pei Jian had been enclosed in a shell of indifference.

Only she could see his goodness!

If not for her father’s withdrawal of the engagement, they would have been the closest of people.

Fate plays cruel tricks. Clearly, happiness was within reach. It should have been her man, her love—how could she willingly let it go?

A long time ago, Xu Wanxin knew this was a war. Just like the battles fought by men in the court and on the battlefield, there would eventually be bloodshed, but the weapon here was an invisible blade.

Every woman standing beside her cousin was an enemy.

However, reality turned out to be beyond Xu Wanxin’s expectations. Her seemingly kind yet subtly provoking and probing words appeared overly eager and even laughable in the face of Wen Nianxi’s response.

What made her even more cautious was her inability, even for a moment, to discern whether Wen Nianxi’s response was a veiled jab or simply the result of her clumsiness and lack of social skills.

She came from a high-status family, whereas Wen Nianxi was just the daughter of a fourth-ranking official. Her willingness to lower herself so much made her appear desperate and foolish.

Dealing with women was entirely different from dealing with men. In front of her cousin, she could position herself in a lowly manner to satisfy their male pride. However, with women, she had to suppress them entirely from the start, never allowing them to gain the upper hand at any moment.

But now, it was too late to change her approach.

Xu Wanxin’s mind raced through countless thoughts, yet none showed on her face as she continued conversing and laughing. She exchanged some small talk and then said: “Recently, we’ve received frequent good news from the northern border. Young General Gu truly lives up to being the tiger cub of a military family, surpassing his predecessor. Today, Duke Fu’s residence is bustling with distinguished guests, reminding one of the days when the gates of Duke Zhen’s residence were crowded with carriages. It’s unfortunate how the world flatters the high and tramples the low, always clinging to the higher branches.”

“Oh dear, what nonsense am I saying!” She appeared regretful about her slip of the tongue, glancing at Nianxi with slightly flushed cheeks on her otherwise pale face, exuding an air of kindness and benevolence. “I had a couple more cups of wine earlier, which made me speak out of turn.”

In Fusheng Banzhan teahouse, who hadn’t seen Gu Ci waiting for Nianxi on the street corner several times?

Now, she used this as a point of conversation, but it was merely a subtle jab at Nianxi, suggesting her fickleness and eagerness to climb the social ladder.

Feigning regret over her misspeaking, she used the gentlest tone to deliver the sharpest words: “If Madam Wang sees how much Old Madam likes you, Nianxi, I’m sure she’d be delighted as well.”

Since the great defeat at Jilu Pass, Gu Ci’s second brother went missing, and the prestigious Gu household experienced a rapid downfall, retreating from social banquets. In the past, Madam Wang once held Nianxi’s hand among distinguished guests, offering warm care.

Xu Wanxin’s words were like a dagger to the heart.

The wind quieted, the snow was still, and the world lay white.

Nianxi stood tall in the snow, her slender figure accentuated by her dark hair, bright eyes, snow-like skin, red lips, and serene beauty. She tilted her head slightly and lowered her gaze, looking at Xu Wanxin. She used to think that most young ladies in the boudoir were straightforward in their likes and dislikes. So in her past life, even though there were many times when she saw through Xu Wanxin’s deliberate provocations, she chose to quietly feel hurt or blame Pei Jian, but she never resented Xu Wanxin.

A man’s wavering emotions were not the fault of another woman. The reason why emotional conflicts arose between women stemmed from the lack of loyalty and devotion of the man involved. At that time, as Pei Jian’s wife, she didn’t feel defeated by Xu Wanxin—it was simply that she never intended to compete. This wasn’t cowardice; it stemmed precisely from her pride.

She was excellent. Yet, she did not receive the love she deserved.

It was because she placed herself in the position of an intruder that she continually endured Xu Wanxin’s provocations. Until one day, when faced again with Cousin Xu’s false friendliness and veiled sharpness, she suddenly realized that it was nothing more than that.

The hostility and urgency, the malice hidden behind that gentle façade, were so obvious.

“Nianxi, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did I say something wrong? Cousin always says I’m clumsy with words, and I’ve grown accustomed to speaking freely in front of him…”

Xu Wanxin smiled apologetically, her expression gentle and soft. “Please don’t get upset with me.”

Nianxi’s clear and bright eyes shimmered like spring waters, boundless and captivating. She smiled softly and said, “How could I possibly blame you?”

“Madam Zhou personally delivered the invitation from Duke Fu’s residence to Duke Zhen’s. It’s just that Madam Wang doesn’t enjoy such lively occasions these days, so she didn’t attend in person. As for whether Madam Wang is happy about the Old Madam liking me, you can go to Duke Zhen’s residence and ask her yourself.”

After Gu Ci left, the lavish Duke Zhen’s residence was left with only Madam Wang. Nianxi often brought some newly made refreshments to visit her.

Madam Wang was a very gentle woman. Her husband and sons were all away fighting battles, and she held the family together on her own.

Nianxi once asked her, “Aunt, do you ever feel afraid?”

Madam Wang smiled and shook her head, “As long as I’m here, this is home. This allows Little Sixth and the others to fight the enemy without worry. Even though I’m far away in the capital, I am their support. So I’m not afraid.”

From her, Nianxi learned a great deal about strength and resilience.

“Perhaps I’m just naturally likable.” Nianxi looked at Xu Wanxin, her innocent beauty exuding a clean and refreshing charm. “Miss Xu, don’t you think so?”

Xu Wanxin’s smile froze slightly, her gaze slowly shifting away from Nianxi’s face as she softly responded, “Of course! Someone as outstanding as Nianxi is naturally likable…”

Wen Nianxi was not as dull and simple as Xu Wanxin had assumed; she must have noticed the purpose behind Xu Wanxin’s attempts to befriend her.

But that didn’t matter.

Xu Wanxin didn’t mind and knew it was impossible to hide her intentions forever.

What truly unsettled her was realizing that Wen Nianxi was not the naïve and foolish boudoir girl she had imagined.

Before she could probe further, Nianxi smiled and said, “I’ve been out for quite a while. If I don’t head back now, my mother will be worried. Miss Xu, I’ll take my leave.”

With that, she walked away. Graceful and composed, she let those behind her observe and scrutinize her.

In the past, Cousin Xu had been like a nightmare to her, shattering the mutual affection she had believed in and breaking her pride and self-respect. She had once avoided anything related to Cousin Xu, refusing to see or hear Xu Wanxin’s interactions with her husband.

Now, she was no longer afraid.

No one could make her feel afraid anymore.

The day after Old Madam Kang’s birthday banquet, Pei Jian came to inform her about the matter regarding Zhang’s father and son.

“Fell off a horse and died?” Nianxi widened her eyes in surprise.

Pei Jian knew what she wanted to ask and said in a low voice, “It wasn’t my doing.”

However, he had long anticipated Zhang Hongzhe’s demise. Just like in the previous life, it was a sacrifice to protect a greater piece. Behind King Jing, there was always Lu Wensheng orchestrating things—this was his usual method.

“And their family…?”

“All imprisoned. Zhang Hongzhe was involved in the illicit salt trade, and once the investigation concludes, their entire clan will face execution.”

Nianxi was silent for a moment. “Was it the same outcome in the previous life?”

Pei Jian didn’t want to hide it from her and nodded in acknowledgment. If she wished to know, he would carefully explain the interests and connections behind it. In the past, she used to share laughter and conversations with him daily. Ever since realizing her own shortcomings in communication, Pei Jian has always tried to analyze himself. But whether she would listen or not depended on Nianxi’s mood.

For instance, now, her expression clearly showed she didn’t want to discuss it further.

Pei Jian no longer had many opportunities to see Nianxi these days. He had to first come up with a “reason” to have an excuse to see her. Recently, his frequent visits to the Wen residence had caused Father Wen to misunderstand, leading to quite a significant mix-up.

Unlike Zhou Yanli, who could rely on childhood ties to accompany Lady Li freely—even in the inner court!

“That neighbor of yours—your younger brother—” Pei Jian leaned forward slightly, his pitch-black eyes fixed on her, not missing even the smallest change in her expression: “Isn’t he taking the imperial examination next year? I have quite a few books and records here. You know me—my studies and exam preparation have always been excellent. They should be of help to him. If you have time, why not come to my residence and take them all?”

Upon hearing this, Nianxi smiled slightly, raising an eyebrow at Pei Jian. “Lord Pei, you’re so considerate, wanting to give Zhou Yanli these books, yet you expect me to fetch them with you?”

Pei Jian was delighted by the way she addressed him as “Lord Pei.”

“He seems to harbor some animosity towards me. As you said, I’m being kind, but if I were to hand them to him directly, he might refuse to read them just because of me.” His voice was low and steady as he stole an inconspicuous glance at her.

While he wasn’t truly earnest about helping Zhou Yanli, the boy’s view of him as an adversary was undeniably real. It served as a perfect excuse for him to use.

If Nianxi agreed to revisit their former home as a result, it could be considered a blessing for Zhou Yanli, too. As for how Nianxi views Zhou Yanli, what does that have to do with him?

Nianxi looked at him indifferently. It was evident that she saw through his schemes and the traps hidden in his words.

“In his past life, he didn’t have your books, yet he didn’t fail his examinations. There’s really no need for such eagerness now.”

“I overthought it,” Pei Jian said calmly, though a faint smile lingered in his eyes. “I thought you were always concerned about your neighborly younger brother.”

This man was truly cunning.

“Who would have thought the reserved and reticent Lord Pei could be so ‘understanding’?” Nianxi couldn’t resist making a sharp remark.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m no longer who I used to be.” Having embarrassed himself in front of her many times, Pei Jian was willing to be flexible. “Even though I no longer have the position or the qualifications, I still want to offer whatever care I can to you and those around you—even though we’re no longer… husband and wife.”

“If you don’t like it, I won’t suggest it again next time.”

Even though she knew he was pretending, Nianxi couldn’t deny that this shameless version of Lord Pei wasn’t as detestable as he had been in the past.

“Lord Pei, you…”

“Lord Pei—”

Behind him, a lazy voice rang out simultaneously.

King Jing, Xiao Xun, was standing at the door of Fusheng Banzhan, looking over in this direction. His gaze once again fell on Nianxi. This time, it was even more brazen. And it became all the more unsettling, like a thorn in one’s back.