klisemfg Chapter 316 Wen Xian is going home
Chapter 316 Wen Xian is going home
Chapter 316 Wen Xian is going home
The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, Yinreng went to the front reception room, where several Mongolian princes were sitting, and they were going to discuss some important Mongolian affairs.
Meanwhile, Buerhe in the imperial tent at the back was also busy. She carefully prepared a variety of exquisite snacks and fragrant tea, quietly waiting for Wen Xian's arrival.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Wen Xian finally appeared at the door. She walked briskly, with a bright smile on her face, as if all her troubles had disappeared.
Perhaps just as Bull guessed last night, because several of her husband's sons were deposed, she was in a particularly good mood. She had completely changed from her gloomy look yesterday, and now she looked refreshed and energetic.
The sisters-in-law had not seen each other for many years. Back then, when Wen Xian was still an innocent, simple and lovely girl, Bu Erhe had just married into the royal family. In order to please the Empress Dowager, she took the initiative to get close to Wen Xian.
However, things are unpredictable. As time goes by, Wen Xian's character is deeply influenced by his mother, and his personality changes dramatically, becoming more and more unpredictable. Gradually, the relationship between the two becomes more and more distant.
Thinking back on the past, Buerhe couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Back then, Wen Xian was as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, and he had sincerely hoped to become her close friend.
Unfortunately, fate played tricks on them, and in the end, the two were unable to get what they wanted. But even so, if time could go back, Buerhe believed that as long as Wen Xian was not so extreme, they could at least become a pair of good sisters-in-law who respected each other.
"Wen Xian pays his respects to the Empress, may the Empress be blessed with good health and longevity."
This time was different from the past. Perhaps if the two had not broken up, Wen Xian would have come over and directly put her arm around Buerhe's arm and called her the emperor's sister-in-law, and people would not have thought she was ignorant of the rules. But now, Wen Xian could only kneel down and salute obediently.
When Buerhe saw Wen Xian, whose hair was half white, his heart ached and he waved his hands repeatedly, asking Qi'er to help her up.
"Hey, why are you doing this? Back then, the Imperial Madam had already decided to risk her dignity and plead with the Emperor to let you marry in the capital. If that hadn't happened, you wouldn't be suffering so much now."
After going through so much, even ten love-brained people would be awakened. Besides, not everyone is Wang Baochuan, who is willing to live in a cave and eat wild vegetables for eighteen years.
Wen Xian is no longer a child. Although what happened back then was a pity, she still understands that knowing in advance is priceless and regret is impossible to come by. Besides, she is a person who values face so much that even though she has had a hard time in recent years, she has a strong sense of self-esteem and has never given up. She is also unwilling to write back to Beijing for help.
However, all of this only stopped before today. When Wen Xian faced Buerhe alone and heard Buerhe's words full of disappointment, blame, and regret for not being able to make up for his shortcomings, the regret and grievance that had been suppressed deep in his heart suddenly burst out like a flood.
At this moment, Wen Xian, like a young swallow that had suffered so much outside, could not wait to throw herself into the warm embrace of Buerhe. She sobbed and choked, saying, "Wuwuwu...Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law! Wen Xian misses home so much, I really want to go home..."
The tears that Buerhe had been trying to hold back, finally falling as soon as she heard Wen Xian's words, could no longer be contained. The long-parted sister-in-law finally reunited, and at that moment, they embraced each other tightly, weeping heartbrokenly. Their grief was so intense that they seemed to want to unburden Wen Xian of all the injustices she had endured over the years.
Qi'er, watching this scene, was so anxious that she was like an ant on a hot pan, running around in circles. Although she had a thousand words in her heart to persuade them, the two masters in front of her were completely immersed in endless sorrow and would not listen to anyone's advice.
Helpless, Qi'er could only hurriedly offer a handkerchief and order the servants to quickly prepare boiled eggs. It wouldn't be long before the two masters' eyes would be red and swollen from crying, and they would need a good warm compress with eggs.
After about a cup of tea, the two women's crying gradually subsided. When they saw each other's makeup smudged and looking extremely embarrassed due to crying, the two sisters-in-law looked at each other, and then they burst into laughter at the same time.
After such a hearty, heartbreaking cry, both of them calmed down a bit. Then, they each followed their maids to wash and clean themselves. Furthermore, they rolled boiled eggs around their eyes repeatedly, and after much effort, the swelling of their already severely swollen eyes finally subsided. Once everything was cleaned up, the sister-in-law and her husband sat quietly opposite each other and began to chat.
Buerhe took Wen Xian's hand and slowly recounted the various changes in her family and the details of the capital since she left. As they spoke, the topic naturally turned to Yinzhen, Yinzhi, and Concubine De. After all, in the capital, these three relatives should be the ones Wen Xian missed the most.
When talking about Yinzhen and Concubine De, the initial eager look on Wen Xian's face had long disappeared.
Back when she first married into the Khorchin Kingdom, she had always hoped that her brother would come visit her more often, and that her mother would speak well of her to the Emperor. Even if she couldn't return to the capital, it would be good to receive more rewards. This would let her husband know that she held a significant position in the Emperor's heart, and he would treat her better.
However, reality is often contrary to one's wishes. She waited day and night, but what she finally got was a letter from her mother hoping that she could persuade her husband to support her fourteenth brother. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
She read the letter over and over again countless times, and her heart went from joy and expectation at the beginning to disappointment and numbness.
In fact, she should have understood long ago that, apart from Fourteenth Brother, the only thing her mother cared about most in her life was her status. She and Fourth Brother were merely tools for her to gain power and favor.
In the past, there were always rumors in the palace that my mother used my fourth brother to exchange for the position of concubine, and used her to exchange for the position of consort. Now it seems that this rumor is at least half true. After all, when my fourth brother was born, my mother was just a noble lady, but she was promoted to a concubine in just one month. No one would believe it if there was no trick.
As for her, she couldn't get the position of concubine, but she was raised in the Royal Madam's palace during those years, and she did help her mother a lot. I think with some information, she definitely made her mother's position more stable.
Wen Xian held Buerhe's hand, a look of shame on her face. "Over the years, the one I feel most sorry for is my fourth brother. From the time I first married to the grassland until now, every holiday, every birthday, every festival, his family would always send gifts to Korchin, and he never missed a letter every year. If it weren't for my fourth brother who always supported me from behind, making my husband wary, I would have disappeared quietly on this vast grassland long ago."
The news he heard was never as shocking as what he had heard with his own ears. Buerhe hurriedly asked, "What did the Prince Consort really do to you? This dog slave! He dared to rebel against the emperor. I will never let him off easily."
Wen Xian held onto Buerhe's hand, which had clenched into a fist due to excitement. "Please be patient, sister-in-law. I have avenged all the injuries I have suffered over the years. Everything is over. Now I just want to go home and never come to the grassland again."
Buerhe patted Wen Xian's hand distressedly: "Okay, go home, let's go home. You stay in the imperial tent for a while. When your royal brother comes back, we will have someone escort you back to the capital. Don't be afraid. Everything is up to me and the emperor. We will make the decision for you."
Wen Xian nodded heavily. With Buerhe's words, her heart finally settled down.
Wen Xian: "Sister-in-law, tell me, when I go back this time, will Fourth Brother forgive me for my willfulness over the years? I have never replied to my letters for so many years. Will Fourth Brother be angry and no longer pay attention to me? This time, Sister-in-law, you came over, and Fourth Brother didn't send a single letter. I..."
Buerhe reached out to stop Wen Xian's panicked words: "Don't talk nonsense, how could your fourth brother be like that? This time when I came to the grassland, Yinzhen even came to beg me before leaving, saying that he must see you living a happy and happy life before he could feel at ease. He also said that if you are not happy, then go back to Beijing, and then he will take you back to Beijing even if he has to give up his princely title.
"The reason I didn't write to you is because you never reply. Even if he did, he wouldn't know how you're doing now. It just so happened that I came over and asked me to write back to him after I saw you. In my opinion, you should write this letter yourself. Write down your thoughts, your grievances, your hopes for the future, and your debt to him. Brothers and sisters need to communicate, too. If you don't tell him, how can Yinzhen, who is thousands of miles away, know?"
Wen Xian couldn't help wiping her tears with her hands, and her handkerchief was soon soaked. However, at this moment, she was only filled with joy. It turned out that there was someone who had never given up on her, and there was someone who always cared about her. She still had a home.
When Buerhe saw Wen Xian like this, he wanted to cry again, but Qi'er quickly found something to divert his attention. The master will participate in the Nadam Festival tomorrow, and everyone on the grassland will participate. If the master shows up with a pair of red and swollen eyes, wouldn't that damage his image?
So Qi'er directly presented the letter in his hand to Buerhe, and signaled his master to hand it to the fifth princess.
With something to do, Buerhe finally stopped wanting to cry. He helped Wen Xian wipe away his tears and grind the ink so that Wen Xian could write his first letter home in so many years with peace of mind.