Chapter 0117 – Birthday Celebration (2 / 2)

His woman was still in her room giving birth, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and this man was kissing another woman outside the house.

But this fell in the eyes of others, but it was the eldest young master’s unique favor to the new aunt.

Several faces with different expressions secretly lowered their heads and pondered in their hearts.

Fragrant chestnut “shyly” lowered his head, light lotus step back, turn the corner past no one, took out a handkerchief and wiped his cheeks hard.

Behind her, Qin’s mother looked on in thought.

Shampoo still felt pang after pang of nausea flooding through her heart.

Since she had gotten pregnant, she had grown more and more disgusted with Chen Zisheng’s touch, and now she just wanted to quickly return to her own small courtyard and stay far away from here.

But when she was almost at the entrance of the small courtyard, she unexpectedly saw a familiar face walking slowly this way.

“Fragrant Capsicum, goodbye.”

Looking at Aunt Shen’s warm smile, that familiar feeling of guilt surged up again from Xiang Capsicum’s heart. She had clearly promised Auntie Shen that she would break clean with Chen Zian, but that day at the Deng Magpie Tower, she had still not been able to put words in her mouth.

Xiang Capsicum said slightly uneasily, “What a coincidence, Aunt Shen is here today–“

“Aunt Fragrance and I have an old relationship, and I have some personal things to say to her, so don’t follow me.”

Aunt Shen instructed the servants behind her, and said to Xiang Capsicum with a smile, “Is it convenient to take a step to talk?”

Xiang Capsicum hurriedly nodded her head and walked towards Auntie Shen, also leaving Mama Qin and the others where they were.

“Not coincidentally, in fact, it is precisely today that I have come to congratulate you on your birth anniversary.”

Aunt Shen pulled Xiang Capsicum forward a few steps and whispered in Xiang Capsicum’s ear, “Pay a visit to the First Mistress on the way, and do your best to fulfill the etiquette of Song Feng Yuan.”

Xiang Capsicum was a bit flattered, and just when she wanted to say something, she felt a sinking in her hand, as if something had fallen heavily on her hand, warm to the touch, like a statue made of sheep’s fat jade.

Xiang Capsicum exclaimed in a low voice, “Such an exquisite gift, Xiang Capsicum doesn’t dare to accept–“

“He gave it to you.”

Aunt Shen smiled faintly, “May you, be well and safe.”

Xiang Capsicum’s heart was half sour, half guilty, “Aunt Shen, I’m sorry, I didn’t–“

“Just.” Aunt Shen’s eyes flashed through a few lines of struggle: “I know his nature. Now that you are here, he will be able to go to the imperial examinations without any distractions, so it’s good.”

Xiang Capsicum understood the unfinished business in Aunt Shen’s words.

After all, it was impossible for them in this life, so it was better to leave a thought than for him to do something stupid.

Aunt Shen let out a long sigh and took a step back, wishing sincerely:

“May the Secretary have a good year and a bright future.”

Xiang Capsicum hurriedly returned her thanks and watched Aunt Shen walk towards the interior of Biyun Courtyard in a graceful manner, her heart in turmoil.

She quickly stepped back into the courtyard, dismissed her left and right, and pulled out the jade statue.

Caressing her familiar brows on the jade goddess, Xiang Capsicum was faintly lost in thought.

In the White Horse Temple in the past, the off-the-cuff gibberish seemed to ring in his ears once again.

“If only I could take the statue of Buddha with me and tell him to be my god alone!”

I didn’t realize that he had always remembered.

Xiang Capsicum finally couldn’t help it, and tears poured down her face.