Chapter 351: Chapter 351, Meeting
Was he a refined young noble, or a bookish fool who had read himself silly?
As Yun Zihan walked along, she saw a handsome man in fine clothes approaching. Knowing he wasn’t the one she was looking for, she immediately stepped aside.
"Miss Yun?" Weng Jianrui called out softly.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Because he felt Yun Zihan had an air of pettiness, and the fabric of her clothes seemed ordinary. Dressed like that, could she really have a generous dowry?
Hearing him, Yun Zihan couldn’t hide and had to come forward with a slight bow, "My respects to the young master, I shall take my leave!"
Weng Jianrui’s brow furrowed.
Her appearance was passable, but her manners were lacking.
Didn’t she know that he was waiting for her here? Besides, hadn’t she come from the Yun Family’s monastery? Wasn’t she a Miss Yun?
"Mmm!" Weng Jianrui responded with a muffled grunt, letting Yun Zihan leave.
After walking a good distance away, Yun Zihan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss!" Duoduo called out softly.
"Hm?" Yun Zihan responded, looking at Duoduo.
"Miss, I feel like the man we just met is Marquess Weng!"
Yun Zihan nodded, "That’s him!"
If he was really such a person, Yun Zihan could assure that her elder sister wouldn’t have good days after marrying into his family.
Because the man’s gaze was far too cold and harsh.
Not to mention there was an air of vulgarity about him, as if he wasn’t looking at a woman, but rather assessing how much silver she was worth.
"Ah..."
With a startled cry from Duoduo, Yun Zihan looked at her calmly, rendering her mute right away.
"Let’s go, let’s continue to look around!"
Hoping to see him.
At least to meet him once, or speak a few words, to understand a bit more.
Meanwhile, Yun Muyou also left the monastery after speaking with Mrs. He, wandering around with her maid.
Seeing a scholarly young man in green standing with the wind in his favor, radiating a sense of scholarly gentleness, Yun Muyou suddenly wondered if it could be Marquess Weng.
She hurried ahead, and Liao Shijie, sensing her approach, also turned around.
Yun Muyou looked charming and lovely, dressed in a pink outfit that was gentle and appealing. She was dressed to dazzle with luster and luxury.
Liao Shijie mistook her for Yun Zihan and offered a warm smile.
Yet Yun Muyou recognized it was Liao Shijie and snorted coldly, "So it’s just a sour Scholar!"
And with that, she turned and walked away.
Liao Shijie was puzzled.
Had she found him unappealing?
Liao Shijie could only smile wryly and resign himself to the fact that it wasn’t his concern—after all, she clearly wasn’t interested in him!
Turning around, he headed back to his own monastery, planning to have his servant pack up and prepare to leave for Capital City early the next day. He also intended to report to General Weiyuan that the second Miss Yun wasn’t interested in him and that the marriage could be called off.
But on his way, he came across a woman in light purple attire.
She was modestly made up with a swath of hair elegantly draped in the back and pearl earrings adorning her ears—she walked with a demure and refined grace. When she saw him, her face instantly blushed, the already delicate features now suffused with a dazzling bloom of color.
She seemed shy, quickly lowering her head, then sneakily raising it again to look at him.
Liao Shijie was no fool and immediately understood that he had been mistaken earlier; this woman was the true second Miss Yun.
He stepped forward with his hands clasped in overture, "Miss Yun, my respects!"
Yun Zihan’s face flushed as she bowed to Liao Shijie and called softly, "My respects to you, Scholar Liao!"
Though he had an average appearance, he was clean and fresh, could be considered handsome and refined, with an air of scholarship. He spoke with cultured gentleness, his voice neither high nor low.
Her little sister knew her heart well, understanding her fondness for scholars.
Thinking this, Yun Zihan stole another glance at Liao Shijie, only to be caught in the act, her face turning beet red.
Her eyes were moist, her cheeks flushed with color, and her lips tender and pink, like a ripe peach tempting to be plucked.
Liao Shijie found his heart stirred at the sight.