Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 607

No wonder she was able to make Mu Jin look at her in a new light?

Although he didn't like her, she was worth it.

"To be honest, I still resent you!" The two walked side by side, the sunlight shining into Yun Shu's eyes, crystal clear and gentle.

Wei Yuanwei stopped and asked, "Why?"

"If you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't have been the Crown Prince's consort. He wouldn't have been so troubled!" Yun Shu thought back to the past, but the corners of her eyes remained gentle.

"You don't want to be the Crown Prince's consort, do you?" Wei Yuanwei heard the other side of Yun Shu's voice.

"Honestly speaking, I admire Mu Jin a lot, but I know that he isn't my good person. I've always been looking forward to marrying someone who loves me and not someone who doesn't have any feelings for me!" As Yun Shu spoke, her words were laced with a tinge of worry.

The more Yun Shu said this, the more Wei Yuanwei felt that Mu Jin had wasted a woman's life.

But what should he do? In that situation, a woman was only an accessory or tool.

The two of them walked to the side of the pool in silence. Although there were fewer people than usual, they still had to line up.

When Wei Yuanwei and Yun Shu walked over, many people looked at them with hostility, as though they were looking at a plague G.o.d. After Wei Yuanwei walked past them, they began to discuss in low voices and whispers.

During this process, Yun Shu told Wei Yuanwei a lot about what happened six years ago.

She could play the zither, she could write poetry, and she could write well, but even so, she could not support herself with any of them.

Because in this world, women were never accepted by the world. Women could only go to these places, even if Yun Shu was good at playing the zither.

But her looks were ruined, and no matter how well she played, no one would hire her, right?

"His aunt, you're here! Quickly, I just finished washing!" Originally, it was Wei Yuanwei and the others' turn.

However, who would've thought that after the first batch of washing, he would directly pull the second batch to the front and stand on the stone slab.

Wei Yuanwei was about to say something, but Yun Shu pulled on his sleeves and said gently, "They will only live like vegetables in this life. They will only do things like washing and cooking, and they won't leave this place for the rest of their lives. Why should we bother with them?"

When Yun Shu said this, her att.i.tude was very calm. There was a faint smile on her face and her almond-shaped eyes revealed a brilliant l.u.s.ter.

Wei Yuanwei nodded her head slightly, and did not say anything else, all these people were like this for their entire lives.

It wasn't until almost noon that the two of them finished washing their clothes.

When they returned, Mu Jin had brought along Jade Ink to this place unknowingly. Jade Ink was still as cold as ever, as if he was unwilling to get along with Mu Jin, but Mu Jin seemed to like this child a lot.

There was a warm smile on his face.

Wei Yuanwei could see the antic.i.p.ation in Mu Jin's eyes.

Child, how much did he want a child before? Now he finally had what he wanted.

"Mother." Yumo ran over as soon as he saw Yunshu walk in. He placed both of his hands in Yunshu's arms.

"What's wrong?" Yun Shu gently bent down to stroke Yu Mo's head as she spoke.

Jade Ink turned his head and looked at Mu Jin behind him, then retracted his small head, and pulled Yun Shu along as he prepared to walk back.

"What's wrong, Jade ink?" Yun Shu was a little confused, then looked at Mu Jin.

Mu Jin stood under the lush tree with a white robe and a warm jade-like smile on his elegant face, as if he was a pot of wine brewed under a peach tree.

"Mother, I'm hungry!" Jade Ink grabbed onto Yun Shu's clothes with both hands.

"Yeah, it's almost time for lunch. I'll do it!" Wei Yuanwei said from the side, and then pulled towards Feng Yin, "Feng Yin, help me boil a pot!"

"Sigh …" Yun Shu wanted to stop Wei Yuanwei, but Wei Yuanwei walked quickly and Feng Yin followed closely behind.

"I remember that your Psalm Hall song was very nice to listen to. Since you have nothing better to do, why don't you play it for me and your child?" Mu Jin took the lead and broke the silence.

Yun Shu lowered her gaze, looking at her scarred hands, and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's been a long time since I last touched the zither, and these hands are even more incomparable than before. I'm afraid they're not as pleasant to listen to, and would even miss your ears!"

However, Mu Jin laughed: "It's fine, as long as you bounce back it's fine! I'll play for you! "

Yumo raised his head to look at Yun Shu, his eyes cold, as if he was asking Yun Shu if she could pull it off.

This greeting was one of the ten famous songs in the Southern Mountain State. The melody was long and roundabout, both happy and sorrowful.

When did the man play this song? If the woman had played it, she would have lost the courage to do so.

Mu Jin quickly took out a zither and placed it on the stone bench under the tree.

Yun Shu walked over, tested the sound with her index finger and thumb, then said, "This zither seems to be quite old, did you just buy it?"

"The original owner of this house was a zither trainer. I saw that this zither music was quite good and had an ancient charm to it, so I bought it!" Mu Jin said.

Yun Mo stood at the side and frowned slightly.

The zither had a voice that was eighty to eighty percent wrong. If Yun Shu hadn't adjusted the tone beforehand, she probably wouldn't have been able to sing the praises.

Mu Jin was still testing Yun Shu. Could it be that Yun Shu had revealed some flaws previously?

"Then you'll have to wait for a moment. Allow me to adjust the tone!" Yun Shu's dry fingers gently moved across the zither. Immediately, a dull and somewhat m.u.f.fled sound was heard.

It was even a bit ear-piercing.

Hearing this sound, Feng Yin mumbled to himself and used his index finger to cover his ears.

Wei Yuanwei then directly stuck her head out and looked. With the cool breeze, it was as if Mu Jin and Yu Mo had walked out of an ink painting.

As for the woman sitting under the tree, she had her head lowered as she played with her voice. Her veil gently floated in the wind, giving her a simple and unadorned appearance.

It was just that the simple and unadorned aura was a bit difficult to deal with.

Yumo watched from the side without moving. He watched as Yunshu lowered her head and fiddled with the strings one by one. He couldn't tell if Yunshu was really that confident, or if she was acting so relaxed and confident.

Mu Jin slightly narrowed her eyes as he watched by the side. His long, cilia feathers had fallen in front of her eyes, forming a layer of faint shadow, like a painting fan.

"Rip!" Yun Shu accidentally cut her finger on the zither string, causing two drops of bright red blood to fall onto the ancient strings. When the blood dripped onto the strings, it was like the rouge had dyed the zither string a piece of paper. The color was extremely eye-catching.