The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 307

Zong Zhao nodded. "Concubine Shu didn’t want Jin Cheng dragged into the power struggles, so the Luo family was kept in the dark. Luo Jingfeng only just found out."

"But..." Xu Wan wanted to ask more, but further questions would delve into political intrigue.

Zong Zhao understood her worries but only replied briefly, "This is the best solution for now. Because of you and His Highness, this deadlock has been broken."

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Xu Wan’s hands trembled, unsure how to respond.

Her wish had always been to live an ordinary life, to survive peacefully. In the modern world, she’d worked herself to the bone to support the children in the orphanage. In this ancient era, taking on Jin Cheng’s education was also for a better life.

She wasn’t the queenly type, didn’t have the ambition to conquer the world with modern knowledge or defy the feudal system. She only wanted to introduce new ideas in the most natural way, to blend in rather than stand out, to live an ordinary, unremarkable life.

Yet now, Zong Zhao claimed she had revived this game of chess.

The praise was too high; she felt undeserving.

"You flatter me. I only did what I should. Your mother has been kind to me, and teaching Jin Cheng has earned me a good stipend..."

Zong Zhao fell silent for a long moment before meeting her eyes. "Thank you."

Xu Wan nearly fled in embarrassment.

She didn’t understand why, but every time she saw the way Zong Zhao looked at her, it felt... strange.

It was odd—Zong Zhao treated her with nothing but respect, without a hint of aggression or impropriety.

Unable to make sense of it, she sought out Baili Weihong for conversation. But when it came to matters like this, even Baili Weihong had little experience. They ended up chatting about trivial things instead.

"Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell?" Baili Weihong noticed her unease.

Xu Wan admitted awkwardly, "To be honest, I’m a bit nervous."

Baili Weihong smiled. "Is it because Zong Zhao suddenly returned?"

Xu Wan hesitated, then nodded quickly. "When I chose to marry into the Marquis Manor, part of the reason was that my husband wasn’t here. I thought... I thought he’d never come back. But now he has. Everyone’s happy, but I just can’t adjust. I’m anxious, confused, and don’t know what to do."

Baili Weihong thought for a moment. "I’ve felt that way before too."

"Really?" Xu Wan was surprised, then quickly realized. "When you were pregnant with Huai Wenxiu?"

Baili Weihong nodded. "I wasn’t married yet, and suddenly finding myself with child was terrifying. My family urged me to get rid of it, and I was so anxious, so afraid. I feared I’d disgrace my family, feared abandoning the child would betray Zong Yan for saving me, and feared robbing my child of a chance to see this world."

Xu Wan had never heard her speak of this before and listened quietly without interrupting.

Baili ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‍Weihong continued, "I grew more anxious by the day until, two months in, I started bleeding—a sign of miscarriage. That’s when it hit me: I might lose this child. Despite all the injustice in the world, despite my father’s wrongful death, despite my family’s fall into poverty... this world is still beautiful. I have understanding, loving parents and siblings who stand by me through thick and thin. Even in hardship, I love this world. I wanted my child to see it—the vast landscapes, the warmth and coldness of human hearts."

Xu Wan, immersed in her emotions, was deeply moved. Everyone’s understanding of life was different, but all deserved respect.

Baili Weihong squeezed her hand. "So don’t be anxious or afraid. Let things unfold naturally. Sometimes, the answers you seek will appear on their own as you live your life."

Xu Wan, comforted by her words, felt much better. She thanked her with a smile, and Baili Weihong took her to feed the fish by the garden pond.

Night fell.

Xu Wan returned to her chambers like a prisoner heading to the gallows. Though Baili Weihong had advised her to go with the flow, sharing a bed as husband and wife without any buffer was too much for even the most easygoing person to accept.

She mentally coached herself the whole way: Don’t panic. What’s there to be nervous about? Zong Zhao is now the Great General—powerful, handsome, and skilled. Even a princess would struggle to find a match this good... It’s fine. Zong Zhao is fine.

Despite the pep talk, her steps grew slower and slower, pausing every few paces to chat with Cui Zhi about flowers and plants. It took her five or six times longer than usual to finally enter the room.

Inside, an extra daybed had appeared.

Zong Zhao was laying out bedding on it and casually remarked, "I’ve been busy lately, leaving early and returning late. We’ll sleep separately. No one outside will know."

Xu Wan froze in the doorway, warmth flooding her heart.

Suddenly, she understood Baili Weihong’s words: If you let things unfold naturally, the answers really do come on their own.