The Pretty Wife of General Jinxiu Huanian

Chapter 43 Yunxi is worried

After the prince left for the war, the days in the Marquis's residence passed so slowly that it could drive people crazy. Yunxi's heart felt like it was being pulled at her since the day the prince left, and there was no moment of relief.

In the early morning, Yunxi woke up very early. With her still bleary eyes open, she sat down in front of the dressing table in a daze.

The maid Xiao Cui tiptoed behind her, picked up the comb, and muttered, "Miss, look at you. You haven't had a good night's sleep these past few days. Your complexion has lost its former radiance."

Yunxi looked at herself in the mirror and sighed heavily, "The prince is fighting on the front lines, and I don't know what the situation is. How can I feel at ease?"

After breakfast, Yunxi came to the courtyard as if she had lost her soul. The sun was shining brightly among the flowers, but Yunxi had no time to look at it.

She clasped her hands tightly in front of her, her brow furrowed so tightly that it could pinch a fly to death, and walked back and forth on the path, her steps hurried and chaotic.

As she was walking, she suddenly heard a voice calling, "Sister Yunxi." Yunxi stopped and looked up. It turned out to be Lin Yurou, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's Mansion.

Lin Yurou was wearing a pink silk dress that swayed gently with her steps, and the pearls and jade on her bun swayed, making a slight sound.

Lin Yurou walked forward, took Yunxi's hand and said, "Sister Yunxi, don't worry too much. The prince will be blessed by heaven."

Yunxi glanced at her, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she forced a smile: "Sister, you're right, but I just can't let it go."

In the afternoon, Yunxi walked into the study and tried to distract herself by reading.

But the words on the book became blurry in front of her eyes. She frowned, sighed deeply, threw the book on the table, stood up, and walked to the window with slightly hurried steps. She held the window frame with both hands and stared at the sky outside in a daze.

"Miss, how about we go to the Buddhist temple to pray for the prince?" Xiao Cui suggested cautiously.

Yunxi's originally dim eyes lit up, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and she quickly said, "That's good, maybe it will make me feel more at ease."

After that, the master and servant hurried to the Buddhist temple. The moment Yunxi stepped into the temple, his expression became solemn and his steps became slow and steady.

She knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, with her hands clasped together, pressed tightly against her chest, as if she had used up all her strength.

She closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly as she silently prayed, "Buddha, may the prince return safely and may our army win a great victory."

Xiao Cui stood aside and also muttered softly, glancing at her own young lady from time to time, her face full of heartache.

It was already evening when Yunxi came out of the Buddhist temple. She stood on the steps for a long time without moving.

The sunset glow on the horizon was like a gorgeous brocade, but she had no heart to admire it. Her eyes were fixed on the distance, her brows knitted into a knot, and the worry in her heart became heavier, as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart, making her breathless.

At night, Yunxi lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Her eyes were open, but they were full of bloodshot.

The image of the prince going to war kept appearing in her mind. The prince was wearing armor and looked heroic. But the clearer the picture was, the tighter her heart tightened.

"Prince, you must be safe." She whispered softly, with a trembling voice and tears in the corners of her eyes.

The next day, Yunxi got up at dawn. After a quick wash, she headed straight to the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she rolled up her sleeves without saying a word, tied on an apron, and started cooking herself. The kitchen was steaming hot, the stove was roaring, and the water in the pot was bubbling.

Yunxi was busy running around, sometimes bending down to add firewood, sometimes standing up to stir the ingredients in the pot. Her forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down her cheeks, and she didn't bother to wipe it off.

"Miss, you take a rest and let us do it." The cook said. Yunxi shook her head: "I want to do my best for the prince and the soldiers."

After a busy day, Yunxi was so tired that her back and waist ached.

She supported her waist with both hands and slowly straightened up, her face full of fatigue. Her once fair face was now stained with dust, and beads of sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

Yunxi was breathing heavily, looking at the dry food neatly arranged in front of her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a hint of relief appeared in her eyes.

But when she thought about the fact that these dry rations could be sent to the front line, she felt a little comforted.

One day, Yunxi was drying herbs in the yard when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the mansion. Startled, she quickly put down the herbs in her hands, picked up her skirt, and ran towards the mansion.

Yunxi ran too fast and almost tripped over a stone under her feet. She staggered a few steps before she could steady herself.

When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, Yunxi couldn't wait to squeeze to the front of the crowd, staring at the person who delivered the letter.

It turned out to be a letter from the front line. Yunxi snatched it and opened it with trembling hands. Her eyes were wide open and her gaze scanned the letter eagerly.

The letter said that the prince was doing well and asked her not to worry. Yunxi's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She raised her head, took a long breath, and her tense body relaxed.

She murmured to herself, "It's so good that the prince is well."

But a few days later, news came that the war on the front was tense, and Yunxi's heart, which had just been relieved, was lifted again.

She paced back and forth in the room, her brow furrowed, and she kept muttering to herself, "What should I do? What should I do?"

"Xiao Cui, go get all the herbs I prepared earlier." Yunxi shouted loudly.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Xiao Cui trotted over and asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm going to send these herbs to the front line, maybe they can be of help." Yunxi said as he packed his things, his hands and feet very nimbly.

While preparing the herbs, Yunxi didn't dare to stop for a moment. She carefully checked each herb, her eyes wide open, fearing that there would be even the slightest mistake.

She picked up a medicinal herb, put it under her nose and smelled it, then looked at it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, she put it aside carefully.

At this moment, the wife of the Marquis came over. She was wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face: "Yunxi, what are you doing?

Don't mess around here."

Yunxi raised her head and said, "Madam, the fighting on the front line is tense, and I want to do my part."

The Marquis's wife snorted coldly: "You are the only one who can make trouble. Don't cause trouble for the Marquis's Mansion."

Yunxi bit her lip, her eyes filled with stubbornness as she said, "Madam, I'm just worried about the prince and the soldiers. I have no other intentions."

The wife of the Marquis's mansion crossed her arms over her chest, frowning tightly, and raised her voice to shout, "You ignorant girl, this war is not something you can get involved in!

The safety of the Marquis's Mansion is more important than anything else."

Yunxi took a deep breath, straightened her back, looked at the Marquis's wife with a firm gaze, and said, "Madam, you are aware of my feelings for the prince. How can I bear to watch the prince suffer on the front lines while I enjoy comfort in this Marquis's mansion?"

The Marquis’ wife stamped her feet in anger, pointed at Yunxi, and scolded loudly, “You ignorant person, do you really think you can be of any help?

Don't end up losing more than you gain."

Yunxi took a step forward, her tone sincere and resolute: "Madam, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will do it.

I believe that the prince will understand my intention."

The Marquis's wife glared at her, swung her sleeves, turned around and walked away, still muttering, "You really don't know what's good for you. Let's see what you can come up with."

Yunxi ignored the Marquis's wife's attitude and turned back to her work. She flipped through this package of herbs, then glanced at that, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, which she didn't bother to wipe.

She muttered to herself, "Don't make any mistakes, don't make any mistakes." After finishing her work, she wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeves, looked at the prepared herbs, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she quickly sent someone to send it to the front line.

Days passed, but Yunxi's worries didn't ease at all. She lost her appetite and became much thinner.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but she kept staring at the gate, hoping for news from the prince.

Sometimes, she would pace back and forth in the yard, muttering to herself, "My Lord, my Lord, please be safe."

One day, Yunxi was sitting by the window embroidering a handkerchief when she suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves outside.

Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly put down her needle and thread and ran out.