Did Miss become a nun today?

When Xie Yun Chu opened her eyes again, she stared blankly at the bed curtains above her head for a long while.

Before she could even recall what had happened, with a "crash," the maid at the door stumbled, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground.

She was crying and laughing at the same time, then turned and ran outside, shouting, "She's awake! She's awake! Miss Biao is awake!"

Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. The usually dignified and virtuous Lady Hou rushed in and burst into tears beside her.

"Yun Chu, Yun Chu, you're finally awake..."

Even the Marquis Zhaoping, who followed her in, had red eyes at this moment, and the servants in the room were also wiping away tears.

Xie Yun Chu had never seen her aunt cry like this before. She raised her other, still-movable arm, patted her back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aunt, I'm fine, don't cry."

"You said you were fine, but the doctor said you almost didn't make it. You scared your aunt to death."

Cen Jingyan only has two sons and no daughters. Ever since Xie Yunchu entered the mansion, she has truly treated her like her own daughter.

When she was brought back that day, she was covered in blood and immediately fainted.

After waking up, he stayed by Xie Yun Chu's side for several days, but eventually couldn't hold on and fainted. That's when Marquis Zhaoping locked him in the room and forbade him from coming again.

Xie Yun Chu forced a smile that wasn't exactly flattering. "I'm really fine, I'm still alive."

Cen Jingyan held her hand, "God bless you, God bless you!"

She pursed her lips. It wasn't divine intervention; it was clearly the blessing of Buddha.

If it weren't for that Buddha statue, she would probably be crushed into a pulp by now.

She never believed in Buddhism before, but now it seems like a sin.

But isn't this also a kind of fate?

This must be a sign from heaven that she has a connection with Buddhism.

"Auntie, be careful not to cry yourself sick. I'm really fine."

Marquis Zhaoping comforted his wife for a while, saying, "Yun Chu has just woken up and is still weak. Why don't you go check on the soup being simmered in the kitchen?"

Cen Jingyan immediately stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and said, "Yes, I made a nourishing soup, but it can't be left out for too long, or it won't taste good."

Then they called a doctor, who took her pulse and prescribed a new medicine. Only then did the people in the room slowly disperse.

Instantly, all was quiet, and her mind went still as well.

The maid, Lan Yue, with red eyes, stepped forward, wanting to cover her with the blanket, but afraid of hurting her, she moved gently. "Miss, are you in pain?"

She shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

How could it not hurt? The pain was so intense that her back was covered in cold sweat, but she didn't dare to cry out and just gritted her teeth and endured it.

She's grown up now and shouldn't worry her aunt.

The wounds on her body were small and scattered, not life-threatening but tormenting. After the pain subsided, there was an itch. Lan Yue had been watching her closely these past few days, afraid that she would be unable to resist scratching.

"Miss, you must bear with it, or you'll have a scar."

"So what if I get a scar?"

Lan Yue was shocked. "Didn't you used to care about this the most? Last spring, when you flew a kite, your arm was scratched by a tree branch, and you cried for several days."

Let's not talk about something so embarrassing.

"If you really can't resist, do something else to distract yourself."

Xie Yun Chu then said, "Then go out and find me some Buddhist scriptures."

Lan Yue asked, puzzled, "Didn't I bring back two books last time? Have you finished reading them, Miss?"

"I've finished watching it."

She didn't like reading when she was young; she would get sleepy every time she tried to read, and could only get into storybooks.

But now, she reads Buddhist scriptures with great interest, unlike storybooks, which can become tiresome after a while, Buddhist scriptures do not.

She was still recovering from her injury and had nothing to do, so she read more quickly and sometimes even wrote something down.

Unfortunately, her handwriting is not good. Suddenly, she regretted not practicing her handwriting properly when she was young.

Lan Yue was afraid of upsetting her, so she didn't dare refuse. Since she couldn't go out, reading some books would help pass the time.

But as time went on, Lan Yue finally noticed something was wrong; the young lady seemed to be too engrossed in reading Buddhist scriptures.

Until this day, Xie Yun Chu recited a few words, smiled and looked at her, "Lan Yue, I am indeed destined to be with Buddha."

Startled, Lan Yue immediately snatched the book from her hands. "Miss, you can't read anymore."

Xie Yun Chu pouted unhappily, "Now you want to control me too? Give me back what I gave you."

Lan Yue immediately backed down and returned the book.

"Miss, are you feeling down? If you're sad, it's better to have a good cry than to keep it bottled up inside."

"What's there to be sad about?"

She should be grateful that Buddha saw her as stubborn and gave her a chance to start over.

It's a good thing.

Lan Yue hesitated, then lowered her head and remained silent.

The kitchen delivered soup again, two bowls every day, without fail.

Even the best food becomes unbearable if consumed every day. Looking at the soup in the bowl, she felt nauseous.

But this was her aunt's kind gesture, and she didn't want to disappoint her.

Just as she took a spoonful, Lan Yue rushed in excitedly, "Miss, the Second Young Master is here!"

"I told you that the second young master has feelings for the young lady. He came to see you every day before you woke up, but he stopped coming afterward. He must be afraid that you would be angry."

Yes, Pei Changfeng didn't save her in the critical moment, but instead saved others. If it were before, she wouldn't have dared to imagine what kind of trouble she would have caused.

But what does it matter now?

Whether she didn't want to come or dared not come, it was meaningless to her.

"Please invite them in."

Pei Changfeng was dressed in a dark blue robe today, his black hair tied up high. He was at the prime of his life, and just standing there, he exuded arrogance and unrestrained charm.

He still wore the pendant and sachet she had given him, which he used to think were ugly and never wore out.

She stood up and bowed, "Second cousin."

But this one action made Pei Changfeng pause for a moment in surprise.

Xie Yun Chu knew that she had never been so well-behaved in front of Pei Chang Feng before. Every time they met, she would rush over to him, either hooking her arm around his or hugging his waist and acting coquettishly.

Anyway, I would never bow in such a formal manner.

Pei Changfeng knew she was angry and also knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't argue with her today. Instead, he softened his tone and asked, "Cousin, are you feeling any better today?"

"I'm much better, thank you for your concern, cousin."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into an awkward silence.

There was no overwhelming rage as expected, no tantrum, not even a furious frown.

Pei Changfeng's expression wasn't good; given her temper, she wouldn't give up easily.

If we don't act now, things will only get worse tomorrow.

"Don't be angry. It was my fault that day. I shouldn't have saved others first, but Miss Su..."

"I know Miss Su is in poor health, so it's only right that my cousin saves her first." Her lips curved slightly, but her tone was indifferent.

Pei Changfeng assumed she was just being stubborn. "Yun Chu, I really didn't abandon you. I went back to find you, but..."

"Second cousin," she interrupted him, "you don't need to apologize to me, I'm not angry."

Xie Yun Chu was not an unreasonable person. In the end, Pei Chang Feng had not wronged her.

Anyone in such a dangerous situation would save their beloved rather than someone they dislike.

"Second cousin, don't worry about it, it's nothing serious."

It's not a big deal...

"You almost lost your life, and that's not a big deal?" Pei Changfeng looked at her incredulously.

She used to be unable to bear the slightest grievance, but today, from the moment he came in, her eyes didn't even redden.

Seeing her listless expression, he assumed she was putting on an act again, as she always did. He frowned slightly. "Are you really not angry?"

"really."

Pei Changfeng had actually wanted to come for a long time. She was most afraid of pain, and she must have suffered a lot from the injury. But she knew without thinking how angry Xie Yun Chu would be. He was most afraid of her crying, making a scene, or getting even angrier when she saw him, which would be detrimental to her recovery. So he always came secretly.

It's been so long, she should have calmed down by now. Before he came, he could imagine how wronged she must have felt.

She must have already cried her eyes out, and like before, she'll cling to him and beg him to comfort her.

But right now, she's unusually quiet.

However, Xie Yun Chu used to act the same way when she was angry. Even though she was feeling extremely wronged inside, she would always pretend to be completely indifferent on the surface.

"I'm glad you're alright. In that case, I'll be going now."

"Hmm." She replied succinctly, curtsied slightly, and did not try to stop him.

Pei Changfeng paused, "I'm really leaving?"

"Take care, cousin."

The more she acted this way, the worse Pei Changfeng's premonition became. Was it the calm before the storm? Or was she truly not angry?

No one behind him spoke until he walked out of the courtyard.

He frowned even more deeply, then turned around abruptly. "If you're angry, just throw a tantrum. Hit me a couple of times, yell at me a couple of times, that's fine, just stop torturing me."

Xie Yun Chu didn't move. In the past, she disciplined him in every way, placing herself in the position of his wife. What does that mean now?

She was called a cousin, but that was only because of the affection her mother had for the Lady of the Marquis. In reality, she had no relation to anyone in the Marquis's household.

She looked directly into his eyes, her calm demeanor revealing no trace of resentment. "The temple collapse that day wasn't my fault, cousin. I won't blame you, don't worry, cousin."

For some reason, Pei Changfeng was not happy to hear this.

"I've already apologized to you. It was your own fault for refusing it. Don't try to settle scores with me later; I won't let you get away with it!"

"Don't worry, second cousin, it won't happen again."

Pei Changfeng was convinced she was being sarcastic, but he couldn't do anything about it. "I'll stay home for the next few days, come see you every day, and play with you as an apology. Is that alright?"

Xie Yun Chu shook her head, "Second cousin, there's no need to force yourself. I don't care about these things. Cousin, go ahead and do your work."

Pei Changfeng looked back every few steps, his heart pounding with anxiety, but in the end he still left Qiulan Courtyard.

Lan Yue stamped her feet anxiously, "Miss, the Second Young Master has come all this way, why don't you let him stay a little longer?"

"There's no need."

Lan Yue was taken aback. "Didn't you make a three-point agreement with the Second Young Master? Are you going to abandon it?"

She nodded. "Okay, never mind."

I'm not going to care anymore.