Reborn Lady

Yin Yong’s clothes got wet from Yin Hui’s crying.

After Uncle De sent away all the irrelevant servants, Yin Yong signaled with his eyes the other three who were stunned by the side to retreat first. 

Mrs. Zhao did not dare to disobey her father-in-law’s will. Full of doubts, she took Yin Rong and Yin Lang to leave first. 

Only then did Yin Yong look at Jinzhan and ask, “What trouble did you encounter in the mansion?” 

Jinzhan didn’t expect her master to cry so sadly. Racking her brain to recall, she shook her head blankly and said, “Nothing, everything in the mansion is fine. Madam just dressed up happily when she left in the morning.” 

Although the Yan’s mansion was not as comfortable as the Yin’s, it wasn’t the reason she cried like that, right? There must be some other reason.

“Grandfather, I’m fine. I haven’t seen you for a long time, so I was panicking.”

Finally crying out the grievances and longings that had been accumulated in her heart for many years, Yin Hui took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and backed a little.

Yin Yong was finally able to take a closer look at his little granddaughter, and saw that her nose was flushed from crying. She also had gotten thinner than when she was married. Only when one was not comfortable would they lose weight. Yin Yong felt pain in his heart.

After traveling all his life, he knew very well that it might not be a blessing for a woman to marry a high-ranking man. Especially since between Prince Yan’s mansion and his own house, there was a world of difference in how they behaved. Since ancient times, how many rich merchants have been able to live well under imperial power? 

It was good that the imperial court was not short of money, but if it was short of money, the first thing they would focus on were the rich businessmen and corrupt officials. 

However, Yin Yong still hid his selfish intentions by arranging his granddaughter to marry him. Living together in Pingcheng, King Yan knew the situation of the Yin family well, and Yin Yong also knew about King Yan’s five sons. Back then, the King of Yan sent people to discuss marriage, the eldest son and the second master were already married, the fourth and fifth masters were still young. So only the third master, Wei Luo, was at the right age for marriage. Yin Yong had met Wei Luo a few times from a distance, who was handsome and calm, and he was indeed a good husband-in-law candidate. 

Such a good boy, Yin Yong would naturally let him marry his most beloved little granddaughter. His little granddaughter was too beautiful, and only by marrying the Emperor’s grandson, would she not be bullied after losing her grandfather’s protection in the future. 

It was a pity that no matter how well he thought, life was not as simple as his thoughts. In his eyes, she was still a child. If she suddenly went to a strange and well-regulated place, he didn’t know how scared she would be. 

“Ah Hui, how long can you stay this time?” Yin Yong had a lot to ask his granddaughter, so he asked about the time first. 

Yin Hui put down her veil, stared intently at her grandfather in front of her, and smiled, “I can stay with you for a while after lunch.” 

Yin Yong relaxed and said with a smile, “Okay, go wash your face first. You cry like a little cat.” Whenever Yin Hui cried when she was a child, her grandfather liked to call her a little cat. 

Yin Hui also liked to be the little cat next to her grandfather. 

She relied on her grandfather’s arm, and they went to his study together. 

Jinzhan brought a basin of warm water familiarly, and waited for Yin Hui to wipe her face clean. Yin Yong sat aside with a smile, as if he wanted to make up for what he had missed before.

Yin Hui also seized all the time to look at her grandfather. 

Her grandfather was fifty-seven years old that year. He often trained and worked out. 

In her previous life, Yin Hui thought that her grandfather would live to be a hundred years old, but unexpectedly, in the spring of the year when her grandfather was sixty, on the way to buy goods in the south, he encountered an accident and died in a foreign country. 

Originally, he was supposed to celebrate his sixtieth birthday after coming back. Yin Hui also asked Wei Luo early on, and got his promise to allow her to go home to celebrate the old man’s birthday. 

She did go home, but it was not to celebrate the old man’s birthday, but to attend the funeral. 

Yin Hui couldn’t stand just the memory.

The one who killed her grandfather was a caravan guard of the Yin family, surnamed Liao Shisan. According to the accompanying guards and stewards, the target of Liao Shisan’s attack was her cousin Yin Wen who pushed her grandfather and dodged, causing Liao Shisan’s knife to be stabbed into her grandfather’s chest. Liao Shisan didn’t seem to have expected that kind of result either. He drew his knife like crazy and rushed toward Yin Wen again, and when he saw that the assassination was unfruitful, he swung his knife and killed himself. 

No one knew why Liao Shisan wanted to assassinate Yin Wen, and Yin Wen, who should know the reason most, insisted that he didn’t know, so the case became an unsolved one. 

In those two years, Yin Hui woke up from nightmares countless times, and resented why it wasn’t Yin Wen who died many times. 

Covering her face with a wet towel, Yin Hui suppressed the hatred and pain in her heart before showing a smile, walked to her grandfather and sat down. 

Jinzhan took the copper basin and closed the door from the outside, leaving the grandfather and granddaughter to talk. 

“Ah Hui, how is the third master treating you?” After staring at each other for a moment, Yin Yong spoke first. 

Yin Hui wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t laugh in front of her dearest grandfather. 

During those ten years in Yan Wang’s mansion, she wore a mask almost every day. She was too tired. Since she had returned to her natal family, she no longer wanted to pretend.

Lowering her head, she looked at her fingers and said, “Well, he never looked down on me, never taunted me, let alone beat me, and never accepted a concubine. He never smiled at me or took the initiative to chat with me about family affairs, let alone make me happy. He is like a ball of ice, not only for me, but also for his biological mother.”