flstandardbreds Chapter 37 She must not marry a tofu seller, even if she dies!
Chapter 37 She must not marry a tofu seller, even if she dies!
When Yan Qingwan heard this and thought of that scene, she felt inexplicably disgusted. She frowned and asked in confusion: "Why did this get out after it happened? It shouldn't be..."
Zhao Shuhan paused after hearing this, and then whispered, "Ahem, no one knows about it openly, but it has already spread among the people. In addition to the soldiers in the barracks that day, there were also some servants and maids passing by, as well as local hunters and so on."
Yan Qingwan: “…”
Thinking of this, even though she was not His Royal Highness Prince An, she felt embarrassed for the other party.
After talking about this topic, Zhao Shuhan thought of something and continued in a low voice: "Awan, you have been staying in the Princess's Mansion these days. Have you heard about what happened to Zeng Yulan?"
Yan Qingwan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at her curiously, wondering: "What happened to Zeng Yulan?"
Zhao Shuhan said mysteriously, "As for her, it is said that a few days ago, on the way back to the villa from the princess's mansion, the horse was frightened and the carriage and the people fell directly into the river. Then she was rescued by a passing man.
It was in public, and many people saw it, so she stayed at home for the past few days. It is said that her family is already considering how much benefit to give to the man! "
Yan Qingwan was a little shocked after hearing this.
This is really a case of doing too many bad things and getting punished.
Zeng Yulan deserves it.
After thinking it over for a while, she remained calm and continued, "Many people saw it? Then it would be unreasonable for her not to marry him. By the way, whose son is the man who saved her?"
Speaking of this, Zhao Shuhan smiled with a gloating look on his face and said, "I actually know this. The man's name is Wang Lechuan, he is just 20 years old, his family is in the tofu business, he is handsome, but he also has a mother who is over 40 at home, and the mother and son depend on each other for survival."
Yan Qingwan raised his eyebrows, "A tofu seller? Doesn't that mean Zeng Yulan looks down on him?"
Zhao Shuhan lowered his voice and said, "Yes, I heard that she has been on a hunger strike at home recently. In my opinion, the tofu seller is also unlucky. He saved Zeng Yulan, who is very proud and wanted to marry into the palace. It's a miracle that she would fall in love with him."
Yan Qingwan sighed inwardly, thinking that this man who did tofu business was really unlucky.
Even though the weather is so hot now, and the man is fine, why would he run so far from the capital to come here?
Also strange.
But this matter has nothing to do with her, and she doesn't want to meddle in it.
Yan Qingwan smiled and shook his head, then continued drinking tea.
Zhao Shuhan looked at Yan Qingwan and couldn't help feeling curious.
She felt that Yan Qingwan didn't seem to be interested in this matter, but seemed to be thinking about something.
Zhao Shuhan couldn't help but ask, "Awan, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Qingwan smiled slightly and said, "Nothing, I just think this matter is quite interesting."
In fact, Yan Qingwan has been thinking in his heart, what would he do if he encountered such a situation?
She doesn't know the answer.
But at least it won’t be like Zeng Yulan.
Seeing that Yan Qingwan was unwilling to say more, Zhao Shuhan stopped asking.
They continued to drink tea and chat, enjoying the leisurely time.
However, there was still a question in Yan Qingwan's mind that remained unanswered.
Why did the man selling tofu come here?
Is it just a coincidence?
Or is there something unknown hidden behind it?
Yan Qingwan shook her head secretly. Forget it. This matter had nothing to do with her. There was no need to worry about it.
Yan Qingwan recalled his experiences at the Princess's Villa and picked out some interesting things to tell them.
Gu Shiruan and Zhao Shuhan listened with great interest and expressed their opinions from time to time.
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In the wing room of Zeng Mansion's villa.
Zeng Yulan had been on a hunger strike for five days and was now lying sickly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her lips chapped, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had lost her life.
Her body had become extremely weak due to not eating for a long time, and her breathing was so weak that it was worrying.
The sunlight poured into the room through the window, shining on her pale face, making her look somewhat desolate.
At this time, Zeng Yulan frowned slightly, as if she was having a nightmare.
In her dream, she saw herself marrying the man who sold tofu. Every day when she opened her eyes, her nostrils were filled with the smell of tofu and soybeans, which made her collapse.
Apart from this, no more invitations to banquets were sent to her, and all her close friends looked at her with disgust and contempt when they saw her again.
There were also the noisy and whispered sounds around her, all falling into her ears, making her feel endless sadness and despair.
"No!"
Suddenly, Zeng Yulan opened her eyes abruptly, gasping for breath, with cold sweat on her forehead.
She must not marry a tofu seller, even if she dies!
She could not forget the cruel scene in her dream.
She had a premonition that if she really married the tofu vendor, then everything that happened in her dream would become reality.
She doesn't want to live that kind of life.
She was going to marry the prince, become the crown princess, and become the future mother of a country.
How can a mere commoner be worthy of her who is so high and mighty? He is not even worthy of carrying her shoes.
Soon, the door curtain was lifted.
A woman wearing a purple dress and a jeweled gold crown on her head walked in with a frown on her face.
She glanced at Zeng Yulan on the bed and walked forward with a look of anger on her face.
He whispered, "Yulan, how can you really go without food for such a long time? How can your body bear it?"
As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Zeng Yulan's forehead, her eyes full of heartache.
Zeng Yulan shook her head and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, mother..."
Madam Zeng sighed, her tone somewhat helpless: "Alas, why are you doing this? Marriage is a matter of parents' orders and matchmakers' words since ancient times. What's the point of making such a fuss?"
Zeng Yulan burst into tears again when she heard this, and choked up, "Mom, I don't want to marry that tofu seller. Can't my family give him some benefits so that he gives up this idea?"
She thought of the happy married life she had once longed for, and her heart was filled with resentment and grievance.
Upon hearing this, Madam Zeng's face flashed with helplessness, and she consoled him distressedly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mother knows that you feel wronged, but how can we bear to let you marry a commoner? Those are just external remarks, you must not take them to heart."