Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 41

Ji Yan’an nodded, feeling deeply that this was indeed a way out, otherwise, wouldn’t Chang Wan be tortured to death by Chang Yunjie if she stayed here?

Seeing her nod, Chang Wan was so moved that tears were about to flow again. She looked like she was about to kneel in gratitude, and though Ji Yan’an was uncomfortable with this, she couldn’t stop her.

After Chang Wan had finished expressing her gratitude, Ji Yan’an quickly helped her up, feeling a bit of heartache as she used a handkerchief to brush the dust-off Chang Wan’s skirt: “Don’t kneel to me again in the future. A simple thank you is enough.”

Chang Wan was deeply touched but ultimately did not insist on kneeling again, walking obediently, feeling both anticipation and nervousness.

The main gate of the Ji family’s old estate was wide open. The old momo (wet nurse/nanny) had been waiting by the door for a long time. Seeing Ji Yan’an and Song Yi, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, beckoning several maidservants to hurry over and attend to them. Amidst the swish of her skirts, the old momo spotted the dusty Chang Wan following closely behind her young lady.

“This… isn’t this Lady Huo? This old servant is late to welcome you, my greetings to you, Madam.” The old momo did not panic but gave Le Yan a meaningful look. Although Le Yan usually seemed somewhat dull-witted, she didn’t hesitate this time. Upon receiving the instruction, she immediately rushed into the residence to report to the Old Madam. The old momo herself stayed by the gate to welcome them.

Hearing the words “Lady Huo,” Chang Wan’s eyes dimmed. She hadn’t intended to explain to the momo, but at this moment, she really couldn’t bear hearing the title “Madam” repeated: “Momo, there’s no need to be so polite. I am no longer the madam of the Huo estate. Tomorrow, with a writ of divorce, I will have absolutely no entanglement with that ungrateful man.”

The old momo’s smile froze on her face. She looked at Ji Yan’an, who was standing nearby with a look of indifference, and subconsciously assumed that it was this young mistress who had instigated the divorce. She nearly knelt down to call Ji Yan’an her ancestor: “Young Mistress! You were with Miss Song last night, so how could you instigate a divorce for someone else during the day!”

Ji Yan’an was stunned upon hearing this. What the hell! How did it become her instigating someone else’s divorce? It was clearly Huo Xiuyuan, that scumbag, who was trying to have a foot in two boats! And… what did she mean by ‘with Miss Song last night’? This, this, this was too easily misunderstood!

It wasn’t that the old momo didn’t want to believe Ji Yan’an, but she couldn’t possibly believe that someone like Chang Wan would initiate a divorce. The only possibility was that her own young mistress and Young Master Huo wanted to rekindle their childhood relationship… But wasn’t she still very close to Miss Song?

The old momo completely failed to understand the mindset of people these days, and so, seeing Ji Yan’an’s face turn completely red as she stood frozen, she grew even more confused: “Mistress?”

Before Ji Yan’an could speak, Chang Wan, seeing that the old momo had misunderstood, quickly recounted the whole affair. Only then did the old momo understand.

“This old servant was wrong to blame the Mistress, this old servant deserves to die.” The old momo wiped away cold sweat. Fortunately, she was old; if she were one of the younger maidservants, she might have already been carried away and beaten to death by Ji Yan’an.

Based on Ji Yan’an’s previous character… beating a maidservant to death was not impossible.

Yet, Ji Yan’an’s cheeks were still flushed red, her eyes darting around, simply refusing to look at Song Yi.

Song Yi hadn’t reacted yet and was frowning as she reasoned with the old momo: “Momo, no matter what, you should trust your master. Casually speculating about your master is not a good thing.”

The atmosphere here was tense, but Ji Yan’an was extremely embarrassed. She was still mortified by the old momo’s comment about “being with Miss Song last night,” which was far too suggestive!

Forced by Song Yi’s imposing presence, the old momo honestly admitted her mistake and ushered everyone into the residence. Song Yi also raised her foot to enter but found Ji Yan’an still standing rooted to the spot.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yi returned, indicating that the others should go and pay their respects to the Old Madam first. In an instant, only the two of them were left at the gate of the old estate.

Ji Yan’an looked at the female protagonist who was supposedly “with her last night,” and her face felt hot. She awkwardly repeated the old momo’s words, then quickly turned away, not daring to look at Song Yi.

Song Yi first froze, then smiled slightly. She took hold of the tassel hairpin Ji Yan’an was wearing and gently pulled the person to her side, making Ji Yan’an look only at her.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted to marry me?”

Ji Yan’an’s apricot eyes narrowed. She raised a red-faced hand and playfully tapped Song Yi’s head, pouting: “Hmph! Who wants to marry you! You already have someone you like…”

As she spoke, Ji Yan’an’s jealousy became apparent. The smile in Song Yi’s eyes deepened. Her finger lightly traced the full, crystalline bead tassel, carrying a captivating, languid charm: “You’re unhappy because of this too? Alright… I like you the most.”

This tone, akin to coaxing a child, also satisfied Ji Yan’an. She immediately let go of the matter she had been agonizing over all morning. Song Yi had already said she liked her the most, so what was there to be jealous of? Even if Song Yi was just humoring her, Ji Yan’an would gladly accept it.

Joyfully entering the residence, Ji Yan’an was a little worried that her grandmother might not agree to Chang Wan coming to the capital, so she didn’t even bother to change out of her cloak. She headed straight for the Old Madam’s courtyard. Reaching the courtyard entrance, she heard laughter and conversation inside. The Old Madam sounded especially amiable, and Chang Wan was finally able to smile heartily.

“Is… is Grandmother this amazing?” Ji Yan’an turned her head, intending to pull Song Yi into the courtyard, but her hand grasped empty air. She turned around in confusion, only to find no one behind her.

“Where is Song Yi!?” Ji Yan’an exclaimed, her voice a little loud. Le Yan, who was waiting inside, heard Ji Yan’an’s voice and hurried out to greet her. Seeing her rush off in a panic, Le Yan also followed in a quick trot.

“Mistress, what’s wrong?” Seeing Ji Yan’an run quite fast, Le Yan had to speak up to stop her. Ji Yan’an did not dare to slow down but called out Song Yi’s name several times, and Le Yan quickly understood.

“Could she have returned to the sleeping quarters?” Le Yan guessed, thinking that in this old estate, Song Yi would probably only go to that one place.

Ji Yan’an agreed with this possibility; it was better than running around like a headless chicken. She asked Le Yan about the conversation between Chang Wan and the Old Madam and, hearing that it had gone very well, stopped worrying. She focused entirely on running towards the sleeping quarters, telling Le Yan not to follow her.

Watching Ji Yan’an rush away, Le Yan gradually couldn’t keep up and had to stop, shouting loudly: “Mistress! The Old Madam said we need to return to the capital soon! Remember to pack your things…”

Ji Yan’an’s heart sank. She remembered that Song Yi had snuck out for her sake and had even knocked out Ji Tong’an in the woodshed. Explaining the return to the capital would be a problem, not to mention making Ji Tong’an pay the price.

Rushing back to the sleeping quarters, the afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the window. Through the window, Ji Yan’an could see the blue figure she had been missing, sitting inside. A feeling of having lost and regained something flooded her heart. Ji Yan’an pushed the door open, calling out, “Song Yi, I couldn’t find you just now!”

Song Yi was sitting by the bed, holding a tea bowl. Seeing Ji Yan’an rush in impetuously, she merely stretched out a hand, motioning for her to come and sit closer.

The room was quiet, and the sound of Song Yi pouring tea was especially clear. Ji Yan’an calmed down slightly and slowly moved to the table, sitting opposite Song Yi. Just as she was about to take the cup of tea Song Yi offered, Song Yi suddenly pulled her hand back, her eyes closely examining Ji Yan’an’s apricot eyes.

“Crying?” Song Yi thought she had suffered some grievance. Her red, swollen eye rims were truly heartbreaking.

“Ah?” Ji Yan’an subconsciously reached out to wipe her tears. With this touch, the tears that were still clinging to her eyes immediately rolled down. This action only made Song Yi more anxious.

“What on earth is wrong!” Her voice held a hint of urgency, and her pleasant voice was filled with concern, almost as if she were about to pick Ji Yan’an up and check if she was injured anywhere.

Ji Yan’an rarely saw Song Yi worried. With tears still on her face, she began to laugh: “Song Yi is worried about me?”

Seeing her smile, Song Yi knew she was fine, and her expression immediately reverted to cold indifference. She avoided looking at Ji Yan’an, lowering her head to fiddle with the tea set.

“Do you know why I cried?”

“Why.”

“I was eavesdropping outside Grandmother’s courtyard, and I wanted to pull you over with me, but when I turned around, I couldn’t see you!” Ji Yan’an spoke very plaintively, holding her teacup and pouting in complaint. Although she didn’t know why tears had started flowing as she ran, perhaps it was because she had expected to see Song Yi when she turned, but she didn’t this time.

As Song Yi listened, the jade hand hidden in her wide sleeve gently clenched, restraining her inner thoughts. She only spoke plainly: “It won’t happen again.”

Having said that, she continued to pick up her tea bowl and drink. The sequence of movements was incredibly graceful. The delicate little teacup looked even more noble in Song Yi’s slender, fair hands. Ji Yan’an hugged her own teacup, staring in a daze, and only remembered to take a sip after a long while.

Song Yi didn’t speak further on her own initiative. After that phrase, “It won’t happen again,” she remained silent. Ji Yan’an secretly pondered the meaning contained in that sentence, wondering if it was yet another promise Song Yi was making to her.

The quiet, peaceful afternoon, however, always seemed to have someone intent on ruining it. By the time Le Yan arrived, breathless, the tea had been finished and put away. Ji Yan’an was dozing off on the imperial concubine couch, and Song Yi was reading a book.

“Mistress!” Le Yan’s voice was a bit loud, and Ji Yan’an, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, was startled and tumbled off the couch. Wincing in pain, Song Yi felt both distressed and a little amused, so she directed all her frustration at Le Yan. Her phoenix eyes held a cold look: “Have you forgotten the rules of the Ji estate? Why are you speaking so loudly?”

Le Yan was frightened. She lowered her head and reported meekly: “Young Master Huo has arrived.”

“What?!” This time, Ji Yan’an couldn’t stay put either. She immediately stood up. She had never expected that Huo Xiuyuan would dare to show up here. She had only been in Songzhou for a day, and she had already brought her grandmother so much trouble.

“What is he here for? Chang Wan or Yan’an?” Song Yi’s focus was on this.

“He’s naturally here for the Second Miss Chang!” Le Yan quickly clarified, fearing Song Yi might misunderstand. Sure enough, she saw that Song Yi’s expression was no longer so cold, but carried a hint of amusement.

“He’s here to claim his wife. Does Yan’an’s back still hurt?” Song Yi didn’t take Huo Xiuyuan seriously at all. Anyone who could be easily choked by a woman didn’t have much skill or sense, and was completely negligible.