When Qin Siqing was alone, her expression was cool and aloof. Though she possessed the splendor of a peony, her temperament was like a plum blossom—proud and standing apart from the world.
Now, with a radiant smile upon her face, her charm blossomed fully, drawing cries of amazement from all the women in the room.
Ding Zhanyun, too, praised her repeatedly, then said with envy,
"Cousin-in-law, you look so beautiful when you smile. You ought to smile more. Besides, so many years have passed. What should be let go ought to be learned to let go. I believe Cousin Brother's spirit in heaven would not blame you for it."
Only the current Ding Zhanyun could say such a thing, and dare to say it. With Meng Zhao behind her, she had no fear of Qin Siqing or the Qin Family backing her. Moreover, her words carried goodwill and a desire for friendship.
Had it been anyone else, even Ding Yuqin, they would not have dared to speak so.
It was not that the tone was wrong, but that the content was somewhat inappropriate. Asking Qin Siqing to let go of her husband and begin an entirely new life—did that not also imply that she could remarry?
There were far too many matters involved in that. It was not something that could be sorted out in a short while.
Qin Siqing shook her head. Some things could not simply be cast aside just because one said so—feelings, past joys, the affection and happiness she had once known. A person's life was both long and short. If she truly put all the past behind her, then she would no longer be herself.
"All right, I was being too talkative. Cousin-in-law, please don't take offense. By the way, why haven't we seen Yuqin