Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Chapter 2187: Chapter 2185: Is It Him?

Meiyan, Jun Chuan felt very embarrassed being laughed at by Bai Ruozhu, but it was Ruhua who coughed lightly and gave them a glare before they settled down and returned to their indifferent expressions.

”Master says it best hones our mindset,” Ruhua said.

Bai Ruozhu put away her smile, ”Indeed it does.”

To endure being called by such names every day really tests one’s temperament.

It wasn’t until Bai Ruozhu left, returning to the inn, that she would occasionally laugh, especially when thinking about Meiyan’s sullen face and Jun Chuan’s constipated look.

”Master, what makes you so happy?” Yizi asked with curiosity.

Bai Ruozhu sent Ruhua and Meiyu away and quietly shared with everyone Zhou Jue’s wicked humor, causing not only Yizi but also Jianqi and the others to burst into laughter.

”I am truly grateful to Master for giving me this name,” Muyu said with a smile.

Jinglei quickly glanced at him and then hurriedly looked at Bai Ruozhu, wondering why bring up the master out of the blue.

Bai Ruozhu noticed Jinglei’s reaction, thinking he feared her displeasure, and didn’t dwell on it further.

”How should I call them in the future? Just call them Ruhua and Meiyu? That feels odd,” Muyu chuckled.

”Call them by their given names,” Bai Ruozhu suggested.

By noon, the sky suddenly poured down like it wanted to wash the entire city.

So, Bai Ruozhu and the others stayed inside, reading or researching array techniques.

Her research with Yizi didn’t achieve much yet, and they hadn’t found Chiyou’s old array. She couldn’t possibly ask King Rui himself?

It wasn’t until the next day that the sky finally cleared, but everywhere was muddy, making going out very inconvenient.

Bai Ruozhu decided to continue staying in the yard, sunbathing, and occasionally guiding Little Dengdeng in boxing practice, then retiring early for the night.

That evening, Jiang Yichun visited again, calling Jinglei out as usual. His comings and goings were swift because there was no need for gestures; Jinglei perfectly understood his intentions.

”Did you speak with Ruozhu?” Jiang Yichun asked coldly.

”No, with the rain, it’s difficult to go out and inquire about your news,” Jinglei retorted.

Jiang Yichun rubbed his temples in frustration, saying, ”Forget it, wait a couple of days, and I’ll figure out another way.”

”Master, don’t you want it to be this way anymore? On the road, there are Jiuli Clan men showing favor to the lady.” Jinglei hurriedly added, ”But the lady dismissed him.”

Jiang Yichun wanted to say, persuade the lady to find someone suitable. But as the words reached his lips, he couldn’t say them. Whenever he thought of Ruozhu with another man, he felt like going mad, yet he hoped after he died, she would find the happiness she deserved.

”I understand,” he coldly left these words and swiftly departed.

Jinglei felt a bit disappointed; Master seemed completely indifferent.

Losing himself in thought, he walked back when suddenly a figure rushed madly toward him.

He was startled; it was Bai Ruozhu, dressed only in ancient underwear!

”Was someone here? Was it Achun?” Bai Ruozhu grabbed Jinglei’s sleeve, anxiously shouting.

”Madam, why did you come out?” A chill ran down Jinglei’s back, worried the lady had sensed something.

”Tell me the truth, or I’ll have you and Muyu dismissed!” Bai Ruozhu shouted angrily. Jianqi arrived, worrying, and said, ”Master, let’s go back and talk; it’s easy to expose us outside.”

Jianqi supported Bai Ruozhu and then turned, giving Jinglei a hard glare.

Jinglei followed, softly saying, ”I felt someone just now, chased out, but saw nothing, maybe it’s my illusion.”

Bai Ruozhu said nothing; her mind in turmoil, was it really Achun just now? Why is he avoiding her?

In a moment, the three returned to the yard.

”You don’t speak much, hard to explain things, but I notice you’re saying this smoothly; did someone instruct you? Who was it?” As soon as the courtyard door closed, Bai Ruozhu asked.

Jinglei shivered and hastily said, ”No, I dare not.”

”You dare not? You’ve dared many things before!” Bai Ruozhu angrily kicked Jinglei, who didn’t dodge, taking the blow and falling to the ground.

Inside the house, Little Dengdeng woke up, dazedly calling, ”Mother, where are you? Father, where’s my father?”

Bai Ruozhu felt a pang of sorrow, saying to Jinglei, ”I’ll deal with you later!”

She quickly entered the house, soothing Dengdeng to sleep, letting her own emotions gradually calm down.

If it was indeed Achun earlier, Jinglei would never admit it. But if it was Achun, what was he hiding?

The more she thought about it, the worse her headache grew. Reflecting on her experiences with Achun, it puzzled her even more.

Ultimately, she fell into a muddled sleep until her son woke her up the next morning. After freshening up, as soon as she opened the door, she noticed Jinglei kneeling in the yard, appearing exhausted from a sleepless night.

Initially, Bai Ruozhu felt angry, inclined to ignore Jinglei, but considering his legs might suffer from such kneeling, she felt a bit sorry for him.

”Go rest,” Bai Ruozhu said, knowing Jinglei was straightforward but not to the point of kneeling indefinitely; he must truly feel guilty toward Bai Ruozhu and wants to ease his own conscience this way.

It seemed Jinglei was hiding something, perhaps related to Achun?

Jinglei refused to rise; Bai Ruozhu gestured to Muyu, a carefree spirit, to pull him up, muttering, ”I told you, madam won’t let you kneel; you’re stubborn, ruining your legs, how will you be loyal to madam?”

Jinglei didn’t refute, saying to Bai Ruozhu, ”Please punish me.”

”You may stand; I’m not worthy of punishing you,” Bai Ruozhu still angry, turned and walked away.

Ruhua and Meiyu, unsure what took place, whispered that Madam Bai seemed strict. Eventually, seeing Jinglei rise and go to rest, they realized he was self-punishing for his mistake.

With the rain passed and the sky cleared, new tidings spread in the city, of Princess Fu’an’s consort Tang Feng hosting a Poetry and Literature Convention, inviting all scholars from the capital.

The news stirred significant waves; people in the capital quickly split into three groups: one arguing Tang Feng, a Danliang Country person and consort, shouldn’t be so exposed; another saying Tang Feng, being of champion origin, must be extraordinarilly talented, contributing to Chengshui Country is beneficial.

The last group was composed of young literati, debating whether to participate, considering the benefits, and if attending would boost their fame within the capital, making future civil service entry easier.