Chapter 51 - 51: Talented Girl From MO City
Something's Wrong With My Wife
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The small courtyard fell silent for a moment.
The maidservant was panting. When she saw Qin Weimo, she hurriedly greeted, âS-Second Young Missâ¦â
Qin Weimo frowned slightly. âBrother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. He canât go out tonight.â
The maidservant immediately said with a bitter expression, âB-but Madamâ¦â
Qin Weimo looked into the house from the window again and said gently, âItâs fine. Iâll tell Mother.â
The group left the small courtyard.
The maidservant called Meiâer had no choice but to follow everyone out.
Xiao Die closed the courtyard door and walked to the window to take a look at the house. Then, she returned to her room and continued to sit on the bed to embroider.
With the help of Zhuâer and Qiuâer, Qin Weimo entered Moonlight Rain Court.
In front of her was a maidservant holding an umbrella to block the wind, and behind her were a few older nannies. She was like a princess out on a trip.
But the entire team was abnormally quiet.
The willows by the lake were hung with bright-colored lanterns. As the evening breeze blew, the lake water rippled and lotuses danced. It was a beautiful sight.
Qin Weimo looked at the scenery with a gentle gaze. A slightly tipsy expression appeared on her elegant and attractive face. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Her body, wrapped in a snow-white fur coat, was like a willow branch blown by the evening wind. She was delicate and weak.
âMiss, the wind is strong in the lake. Letâs not get on the boat later.â
Zhuâer, who was supporting her, persuaded worriedly.
On the other side, Qiuâer also said softly, âThatâs right, Miss. We can just take a walk by the lake. Let Madam accompany the guests.â
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment before saying gently, âOkay.â
The two maidservants looked at each other and were secretly surprised. Why was Young Miss so obedient tonight?
Then, their hearts skipped a beat. Could it be that Sir was not feeling well, so Miss was not in the mood?
Not long after.
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the round door that had a lantern hanging on it.
Then, a group of maidservants escorted a few graceful noblewomen into the garden. All of them were chatting and laughing with one another.
As the host, Song Ruyue was naturally in the middle.
There was a charming smile on that beautiful and youthful face, but it looked fake.
The few young women beside her also had bright smiles on their faces, but their words were filled with sarcasm.
The seemingly harmonious and happy atmosphere was vaguely mixed with a feel of clanging swords and knives.
When they had nothing to do, women liked to chat with their friends and had a desire to keep up with the Joneses.
Qin Weimo bowed and greeted all the young noblewomen politely.
âHey, isnât this Weimo? You are so frail, why are you out? Itâs windy tonight. You should go back to your room and stay there. We only need your mother to accompany us.â
âTsk tsk⦠Weimo, your face and figure are getting more and more beautiful.
You look much prettier than your mother.â
âI heard that Weimo is proficient in poetry, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Even my niece, Qingwan, is full of praise for your masterpieces.â
Although the noblewomen always spoke sarcastically to Song Ruyue, they were especially fond of this gentle girl in front of them. Or rather, they pitied her. All of them behaved very nicely to her.
At this moment, a young girl in a light blue dress walked out from behind a noblewoman and smiled. âSister Weimo, long time no see. The last time I came to your house was with Elder Sister Meng. Itâs been a few months.â
This girl had a gentle appearance and a slender build. Her name was Su Qingwan, and she was a very famous talented girl in MO City.
She behaved in an unrestrained way. She often appeared in public and participated in all kinds of poetry and song gatherings. She liked to compete with men and outperformed many literary talents in MO City.
Qin Weimo smiled and said, âElder Sister Su, the poem âForgotten Springâ that vou composed in the Mandarin Duck Restaurant a few days azo is beinz spread all over MO City.â
Su Qingwan smiled and said, âAh, itâs nothing worth mentioning.â
Then, her eyes flashed. She looked behind Qin Weimo and at the lake. She asked, âSister Weimo, whereâs your brother-in-law who married into the family? Was he really the one who composed âThe snow humiliates the spring for being late, and sprays white petals in the garden all aboutâ and âClouds remind me of her apparel, flowers remind me of her countenanceâ?â
Before Qin Weimo could answer, Song Ruyue said, âOf course itâs that kidâs doing. How can it be fake?â
Then, a smug look appeared on her face. âHe composed the poem in front of me.â
She added smugly in her heart, âThat kid stared straight at me as he composed it. If I wasnât as beautiful as a flower, would he be able to come up with such an amazing poem?â
The woman at the side immediately smirked and asked, âRuyue, whereâs that kid? Why isnât he here yet? Heâs just a kid who married into the family, yet heâs so arrogant. Does he intend to let all of us wait for him?â
Song Ruyueâs smile faded. She looked at the maidservant whom she had sent to get Luo Qingzhou and asked, âMeiâer, whereâs that kid?â
Meiâer lowered her head, her face pale.
Qin Weimo said gently, âBrother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house,
Mother. I was the one who didnât allow Meiâer to disturb him.â
As soon as these words were spoken, the women immediately looked at each other and began to discuss in a strange manner.
âThatâs right, Ruyue. You were just bragging about that kid. Did he really write those poems? If itâs true, why didnât he fall sick earlier or later? Why does he have to fall sick on the day we are here? Donât be fooled by that kid. Perhaps that kid copied those poems from somewhere else.â
âPrecisely! Itâs too much of a coincidence that he fell sick on this day.â
Song Ruyueâs expression was very ugly. She glared at her daughter before saying coldly, âI know very well whether he copied it or not. Thereâs no need for all of you to worry about this. It wonât be too late for you guys to come back and test his ability when he has recovered. IâSong Ruyueâdo not lie, unlike others.â
âHaha, Ruyue, donât be angry. Everyone is merely worried that you and your daughter will be deceived by him. Those poems are indeed extraordinary. Theyâre not something ordinary people can compose. Thatâs why everyone is suspicious and wants to see your son-in-law. Since heâs sick today, weâll test him another day. Letâs go. Get on the boat.â
Seeing that she seemed to be angry, a woman hurriedly smiled and persuaded her.
Although the other women stopped talking, their faces were filled with mockery. They were secretly gloating.
Song Ruyue snorted and did not say anything else. She took the lead and
walked toward the lakeside. She thought to herself, âThat brat embarrassed me today. How despicable! When he recovers, Iâll whip him and get him to compose poems for me! At least a hundred poems! Otherwise, Iâll whip his butt until it rots!â
A group of maidservants escorted a few noblewomen to the lake and carefully boarded the boat.
There were a lot of preparations on the boat today. There were also a few servants who were extremely good at swimming escorting them.
âQingwan, why are you standing there like a fool? Come up quickly.â
A noblewoman sat on the boat and looked at the girl on the shore in confusion.
Su Qingwan said softly, âAunt, you guys can go ahead and have fun. I havenât seen Sister Weimo in a long time. I want to chat with her.â
The noblewoman glanced at Qin Weimo and reminded her, âWeimo is not in good health. Donât disturb her too much. If you want to talk, go back to the house. Itâs windy outside.â
Su Qingwan nodded and said, âI know, Aunt, donât worry.â
After all the boats slowly left the shore, Su Qingwan looked at the frail-looking girl beside her and suddenly smiled. âSister Weimo, I want to ask you for a favor.â
Qin Weimo was a little taken aback. âElder Sister Su, please speak.â
Su Qingwan glanced at the noblewomen on the boat who were still discussing the son-in-law. She smiled and said, âI want to visit your brother-in-law now.
Is that okay?â
Qin Weimo was stunned and explained gently, âElder Sister Su, my brother-in-law is really sick. Heâ¦â
âItâs not a problem. Iâm just going to take a look.â
Su Qingwan held her arm and said with a smile, âDonât worry, Iâll just stand outside the house. If heâs awake, Iâll say a few words to him. If heâs asleep, Iâll take a look around. You know that Iâve loved poetry since I was young. The poems your brother-in-law wrote can be said to be top-notch. My aunt and the others might be suspicious, but I wonât. Thatâs because I know your character. You wonât lie. So Iâm very curious about what kind of person your brother-in-law is. Let me visit him, okay?â
Qin Weimo said awkwardly, âElder Sister Su, itâs already late. Iâm afraid itâs not convenient.â
It was fine for her to visit Luo Qingzhou at night.
After all, he was her brother-in-law. They were family. He was unwell, so it was only right for her to visit him.
However, the girl in front of her was an outsider and not acquainted with Luo Qingzhou at all.
It was already so late. It was unreasonable for her to bring Su Qingwan to Luo Qingzhouâs abode.
Su Qingwan could not help but laugh. âSister Weimo, if Iâm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Iâve always been like this. Everyone knows my character. As long as I encounter a good poem, no matter if itâs day or night, as long as I have time, Iâll go and interact with the composer. I came here tonight, especially for your brother-in-law. If you donât let me see him, Iâll be unable to sleep tonight. â
Qin Weimo was still in a dilemma. âButâ¦â
âSister Weimo, if you canât do it, then bring me to your elder sister. Iâll tell her myself. Iâm an upright person and Iâm not afraid of any gossip.â
Qin Weimo could only sigh inwardly when she heard her words. She knew that even if Su Qingwan went to look for her elder sister, the outcome would be the same.
Elder Sister would not care about that youth.
Even when he was sick, she did not even visit him.
At the same time.
Inside the house.
Luo Qingzhou had already gotten up from the bed and was sitting at his desk, looking for a book to read.
The Lunisolar Mirror was placed on the desk again. The moon side was facing the moonlight that shone in from the window. The mirror was hazy and dark, and it was sinister.
He rummaged through the bookshelves for a while and suddenly found another good book.
One of the sentences made his heart skip a beat.
âBeing reborn, one will have a body outside of his own. When gathered, it takes shape, and when scattered, it becomes Qi. This is called the Yang God. With a single thought, oneâs spirit will be cleared and the soul consciousness will not disperse. It is like a dream or a shadow. This is called the Yin Godâ¦â
Not long after, there was a light knock on the door..