Chapter 302 — The Hint
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"Thunderbolts and rain and dew alike are the sovereign's grace," she said. She was startled that Wang Yuan was acting on the Emperor's orders, but compared with Song Yan's agitation, how could she spare thought to ponder it? She could only soothe him. "As for your eldest uncle's death, we had many guesses before, but if Chen Jia had not turned up, we could never in our dreams have traced it to Ding Wei. Yet had the Yingzhenguo Estate not caught fire and had you not struck with such decisiveness, Chen Jia would never have found you either... So Heaven has eyes after all; it too deems your eldest uncle wronged, and has given us a chance to help clear his name. The more times are like this, the less you must act on feeling, and the more you must hold steady! What Wang Yuan said is but one side of the story; the particulars still await verification." Then she added, "Mr. Yan and the others don't know of this yet, do they? Shall we invite Mr. Yan over to discuss it? Didn't you ask him to look into Chen Jia? Has there been any word?"
Song Sui held Dou Chi and was willing to let go.
"My head aches," he said, leaning against her breast.
Anyone struck by such a bolt from the blue would have a moment of weakness.
"Then let me rub it for you." A dull ache rose in Dou Yan's heart. She wanted to fetch a pillow and help Song Yan lie down, but Song Sui clamped her waist so tightly she could not move; she had no choice but to drag a large bolster over from close at hand for Song Yan to lie on, and sat beside him rubbing his temples.
But he merely murmured, "I want water!"
Dou Yan went to pour him a cup of warm water.
He would not take the cup, only fixed his eyes on Dou Yan.
Helpless, Dou Yan fed him the water.
Again he clasped Dou Zhiwei about the waist. "Lie with me a while."
Dou Yan answered "All right" again and again, and leaning against the head of the kang, gently stroked his forehead.
Song Yan closed his eyes, and his expression gradually relaxed.
Boundless tenderness welled up in Dou Yan's heart, and her stroking grew softer and softer.
Song Yan spoke as though in a dream: "I have thought it over carefully. The Emperor is not a man who cannot tolerate others. What exactly did my eldest uncle do to displease him? If it was that his merit overshadowed his sovereign... then the Emperor should have dealt with him ten years ago; why wait until now? If it was that my eldest uncle cut off someone's source of wealth... he was never one to be so upright as to be inflexible. He once told me that when water is too clear, there are no fish. So long as the other party did not affect military affairs, he would generally turn a blind eye..."
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