Shang Ruyi said, "If I don't make a bigger fuss, how will the people at home believe I'm truly injured?"
Tushere was taken aback, "Miss, are you doing this for show?"
Shang Ruyi silently nodded.
Tushere said, "Last night, I was still wondering. The Duke has already proposed that Miss handle the affairs of the mansion, but Miss refuses. I thought Miss was truly injured and couldn't, but now it seems Miss refused on purpose."
Shang Ruyi nodded again.
Tushere was even more astonished, "Why? Since Miss's injury isn't serious, why use it as an excuse to decline?"
Seeing her anxious expression, Shang Ruyi instead laughed and said, "You are thinking quite far for me, but alas, not far enough—the authority of managing the house, I cannot take."
"..."
"Or rather,"
Shang Ruyi's eyes flickered. Although she was in the narrow carriage, her gaze seemed to have already fallen countless miles away: "It's not yet my time to take it."
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