A pure heart in a jade pot

Chapter 32

"Where are you going?" Mo Yan hurriedly grabbed her.

"go back."

"The ship is no longer in the same place, where are you going to look for it?"

Ning Wangshu panicked, tears welling up in her eyes: "It's all my fault. What if something happens to him? I..."

Seeing how anxious she was, Mo Yan quickly said, "I think it's going to rain soon, so they should probably go back now."

Upon hearing this, Ning Wangshu didn't bother to say anything and turned to leave.

"Sis, you're all wet, you need to change your clothes first..."

Before Mo Yan could finish speaking, Ning Wangshu had already vanished without a trace.

When they saw Ning Wangshu arrive in a flurry, talking to everyone as if no one else was around, shedding tears, and then leaving in a flurry, everyone was stunned.

"What happened?" Zhan Zhao asked, seeing Mo Yan standing there blankly, completely forgetting that he was also soaking wet.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head: "I really don't understand what's so good about him that makes her so envious."

A gust of wind swept in, carrying the chill of the autumn night. Mo Yan immediately shrank her neck, shivered, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Zhan Zhao had no choice but to remove his own outer robe and drape it over her before thinking of another way.

Mo Yan didn't stand on ceremony. She wrapped her robe tighter around herself and asked, shivering, "Is there any hot tea?"

He had no choice but to pour her another cup of tea.

Mo Yan held the cup and sipped the tea slowly, as if drinking sweet dew, without any intention of explaining anything to them.

Ning Jin was the first to ask, "What exactly happened to you? Were you robbed by bandits from Taihu Lake?"

Mo Yan glanced at him, ignored him, and continued drinking her tea.

Ning Jin was furious, but he couldn't retaliate because of his pride, so he desperately tried to wink at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao waited until she finished her tea before asking, "Where is Second Master Han? Why isn't he with you?"

"Ah!" Mo Yanfang suddenly remembered, "He's still on the ship, I'd completely forgotten!"

"What happened?"

She sighed, "Someone wanted to recognize my senior sister as their younger sister, and my senior sister got angry and jumped into the lake."

The three looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing these nonsensical words.

After a long pause, Wu Zichu sighed sincerely, "Your senior sister has quite a temper."

"Who are they?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"He seems to be the eldest young master of the Nangong family."

The Nangong family is one of the wealthiest families in Suzhou, Ning Jin naturally knew that, and corrected, "It's not that they have a bad temper, it's that they have high standards."

"Your senior sister doesn't like that guy?" Wu Zichu asked curiously.

"How could that be! She likes him terribly, praising him like he's a god." Mo Yan's heart is pure and upright, and she speaks of matters between men and women without any hesitation.

“I understand now.” Ning Jin looked as if he had just realized something. “It must be that Young Master Nangong doesn’t like your senior sister and wants to recognize her as his younger sister to clarify their identities.”

“I don’t know if he likes her or not, but when my senior sister jumped into the lake,” Mo Yan frowned, something she couldn’t understand at all, “…he seemed to be dying.”

After a long silence, she let out a long sigh, as if to release all her confusion and worry. Then she pushed the cup towards Zhan Zhao: "Is there any more tea?"

Zhan Zhao poured her another cup.

At this moment, although the three of them still only had a vague understanding, they knew that this was what knowledge was, and that it was originally like this.

“Your senior sister is much prettier than you,” Ning Jin said. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, and Ning Wangshu was soaking wet from head to toe, she was still a stunning beauty.

"Of course," Mo Yan was very happy to hear him praise Ning Wangshu and said proudly, "Let alone Suzhou, even in the capital, it would be difficult to find someone more beautiful than my senior sister."

Ning Jin was slightly taken aback. He had meant to ridicule Mo Yan, but he hadn't expected her to react this way.

"If I told you your senior sister is prettier than you, wouldn't you be angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Mo Yan asked curiously.

“…I mean you’re uglier than your senior sister.” Ning Jin said, unwilling to accept it.

“You’re absolutely right,” she said happily. “It’s not just me; in the place where we lived in Sichuan, many girls weren’t as pretty as my senior sister. She was the most beautiful, and she had a great temper too.” In her heart, someone praising Ning Wangshu was like praising herself, so she was naturally very happy.

Zhan Zhao smiled beside him.

Helpless, Ning Jin muttered under his breath, "Idiot..."

A note from the author: For those unfamiliar with Ning Wangshu's story, please turn left and look at "The Moon Slants Through the Green Gauze Window," which is dedicated to telling her story.

P.S.: This was written in a hurry and posted immediately. If you find any typos or errors, please let me know!

Thanks in advance!

Chapter Twenty-Four

Another gust of wind swept in, and even though she was wrapped in Zhan Zhao's outer robe, Mo Yan still sneezed crisply.

"You'd better go back and change your clothes quickly, or you'll get sick from being wrapped up like this." Zhan Zhao noticed that her lips were already slightly white from the cold.

Mo Yan frowned and said, "Is it far from here to the inn? If it is, walking back like this will freeze me to death."