After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

After listening to Linglong conveying Xie Qianqian's words, this was within Song Nihuan's expectations.

After all, after what happened, it was bound to be awkward when they met again.

Xie Qianqian said that she would not come to the clan school to attend classes these days, and would go to help Madam Wei copy scriptures and donate them to the temple, in order to accumulate merit for the descendants of the Xie family who died in the earthquake.

Song Nihuan knew that Xie Tan was among the descendants of the Xie family.

The dead cannot be resurrected, and there is no old or young on the road to the underworld.

She was actually surprised when she learned of Xie Tan's death. She vaguely saw him getting on the carriage to the villa that day. He was a healthy person, how could he just disappear like that?

At that time, I felt more surprised than sad.

But now two months have passed, and whatever emotions they were have faded.

But when I suddenly heard that I had to copy scriptures and send them back to the deceased, the sadness that had been ignored at that time came back to me.

Song Nihuan said, "Bring me some pen and ink."

She wanted to do something for him to give herself peace of mind and to pray for him.

According to past practice, the day of the college entrance examination is approaching. I don't know if it will be postponed due to the earthquake, but seeing how strict Xie Yunji's assignments are, none of the young masters of the Xie family dare to slack off.

It was not until the evening that Xie Yunji took a shower and casually put on a thin and breathable coat with the collar slightly open, revealing his strong chest.

There was a half-finished manuscript on the table. He had really been focusing on teaching these days. The Xie family was a large family, and their ancestors had produced many famous officials. But no matter how glorious they were, they were all in the past. What was important now was that he should not be the only official in the court.

Xie Ming came in with a stack of papers in his hand.

"Sir, this is the scripture copied by my cousin. I asked Linglong to deliver it to Madam Wei."

Xie Yunji's face darkened slightly, "Bring it here."

He spread out the pile of papers on the table one by one. Under the candlelight, rows of beautiful small characters came into view.

Her handwriting is much better than before. You can tell at a glance that she has put a lot of effort into practicing. Some of the strokes show signs of deliberate imitation of those great calligraphers. Even so, it is still far from the handwriting of a true lady.

Xie Yunji felt inexplicably unhappy.

He pursed his lips and slowly moved his slender fingers across the lines of small characters. It was indeed copied scriptures. Buddhist scriptures cannot be burned, so if one wants to pray for the deceased, they can only be copied by hand.

This not only demonstrates sincerity, but also provides psychological comfort during the process of copying scriptures.

It was Mrs. Wei's job to copy scriptures and pray for the younger generation. She did it for others to see and to gain a reputation as a virtuous and benevolent person.

As for Yu Song Nihuan, since it is not her job, why is she doing this?

Among the people who died in the earthquake was Xie Tan.

But he is not dead!

How did he escape?!

There was a gloomy coldness between his brows, none of his usual calmness.

This thick stack of paper was filled with detailed scriptures, and she wrote every word with great care.

It was as if the words had come alive, seeming to tear at his heart bit by bit.

Even though Xie Tan died, she couldn't let go.

What’s more, Xie Tan is not dead at all, which is really abominable.

He would never let her go!

"Sir, then...should we give it to the Madam?" Xie Ming asked.

Xie Yunji walked from the table to the window, was silent for a long time, and took a deep breath, "Send it to Madam Wei, but not these."

Xie Ming was puzzled. What else could he give if not these?

Xie Yunji said: "You can just make a copy and send it in tomorrow morning."

How could he bear to burn something she had written with her own hands? He would not allow her to accumulate merits for Xie Tan.

Xie Ming's face turned dark, and he glanced sideways at the sky outside the window. It should still be in time for him to go back and copy it.

Just as he was about to leave, Xie Yunji stopped him and said, "Give the copybook on the top of the bookshelf to Linglong, and ask her to replace the copybook that you sent to your cousin earlier."

Xie Ming served Xie Yunji, so he naturally knew that the top shelf in the study was where the calligraphy written by the young master himself was placed.

Not to mention that calligraphy is an extremely personal thing, it was written by the top scholar himself, so its value is unknown.

The calligraphy of the number one scholar, who is the incarnation of Wenquxing, is something that many people would love to have, and the joy that it brings is priceless.

In the past, if the top three candidates in the imperial examination came from a poor family, they would have the elegant custom of letting others bid on their past calligraphy.

However, Xie Yunji came from a noble family and hated the shallow behavior of exchanging his personal belongings for vulgar things. As a result, coupled with his elegant reputation in Yunjing, his calligraphy was even more valuable.

How could such a valuable copybook be given to a girl to copy scriptures...

Xie Ming felt that the cousin would never know the value of Xie Yunji and Xie Hanlin's calligraphy.

What the young master has done is simply a waste of talent.

Xie Yunji didn't care about the virtual thing on the side. He just felt very uncomfortable when he saw Song Nihuan deliberately imitating other people's handwriting.

If you want to imitate, you might as well imitate him.

Xie Ming knew that Xie Yunji always kept his word, so he opened his mouth but held back. He took the calligraphy and bowed his head and left respectfully, sighing in his heart. He had to go back and copy a copy for his wife...

Mrs. Wei has become much more obedient since that incident. One has to feel sorry for her, a young girl who has to pretend to be mature and prudent every day and is willing to imprison herself for the sake of power and wealth.

In fact, all the women in the harem are imprisoned. Even if they have fine clothes and delicious food, they are still confined to that small world.

But his mother, Princess Qinghe, did not have to do so. She was a royal relative, talented and capable. She had more freedom than ordinary women and could have spent the rest of her life in the mountains and rivers. However, she was willing to imprison herself in the trivial matters of the harem for her father.

Xie Yunji will never forget the feeling of powerlessness his mother felt when she was on the verge of death when his father begged to die for Xie Tan's mother.

Who tortured such a noble woman who was full of vitality and hope for the future and made her feel so hopeless?

It's my father and that young woman, they both deserve to die.

Their son deserves to die too.

Thinking of this, Xie Yunji walked to the waterside pavilion. His mind was unusually clear. He finally figured out what was wrong with him before.

Song Nihuan has always been afraid of revealing her true identity to others, especially after the Shangsi Festival incident. Even if she could leave the house, she would try to avoid it. How could she be easily persuaded by Xie Qianqian, whom she had only known for a short time?

And why would she agree to go out with Xie Qianqian when she knew that she was going to meet her lover?

There must be something more important to do than the risk you have to take!

This matter must be very urgent.