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She pushed aside the half-closed curtain and saw Xiao Jing quietly gazing out the window, her lips pressed into a slight downward curve, and her eyes filled with a deep concern. She sighed, knowing that Xiao Jing must have faced a lot of criticism because of this matter, and she felt immensely guilty. She quietly walked over to Xiao Jing's side. It seemed that Xiao Jing sensed something and turned to look at her. Upon seeing Cheng Mo's gentle smile, she couldn't help but smile back.
"Young Mistress, you really came back? I thought Mr. Xiao was just comforting me when he said that," Xiao Jing said, overwhelmed with joy, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes, I’m back." She bit her lip and patted Xiao Jing's frail shoulder, her watery eyes shimmering. "Xiao Jing, I'm sorry..."
"The one who should say sorry is me. It's my fault for not taking good care of Young Mistress, which led to you being captured. If I could..." Xiao Jing choked on her words, not even knowing what she was saying.
Cheng Mo hurriedly interrupted her, unsure how to comfort her. The two fell silent for a while until Xiao Jing calmed down. Cheng Mo then shifted the topic. "Xiao Jing, come have some tea with me; there are some things I want to discuss with you."
As they walked toward the tea room, she deliberately glanced at the hall but saw no sign of those people, causing her heart to tremble with unease. Following her gaze, Xiao Jing paused in surprise, understanding what was on her mind. "Young Mistress needs to get used to this kind of life; often busy and leaving without saying goodbye, not knowing when you will return, living in constant fear and only learning bits of news about them from the newspapers."
Cheng Mo withdrew her gaze, the smile at the corner of her lips faint and barely visible.
"Xiao Su." She was momentarily taken aback and raised an eyebrow as she looked at Xiao Zuo Wei. His eyes sparkled brightly, so dazzling that it was hard for her to look directly at him. She nodded in response as he smiled and said, "I’m going out too; you can take care of things at home."
Cheng Mo felt puzzled and asked, "Where are you going, Brother Zuo Wei?"
"Oh," he replied casually, his figure silhouetted against the sunlight appearing even slimmer and more proud. "I’m a war correspondent."
A war correspondent?! She was taken aback; she remembered Brother Zuo Wei had mentioned wanting to teach at a university. How did it come to this...? Although she had questions in her heart, she seemed to vaguely understand his thoughts. Brother Zuo Wei had always wanted to save the country and its people and awaken public consciousness; thus, it didn't matter what profession he chose—the key was his heart that cared for others.
Her smile was gentle and bright; the image of that boy from her memories overlapped with his tall figure now—radiant and brilliant—making her smile even more beautiful. "Brother Zuo Wei, please be careful. And...," she blushed slightly on her face, "if you see Shaoyi, please tell him I believe he will definitely succeed."
Xiao Zuowei no longer looked at her, simply nodding quietly as he stepped forward, seemingly without a trace of reluctance, yet as if he had made a silent promise to her.
As his figure disappeared from view, she slowly withdrew her gaze and said to Xiao Jing, "Let's go have some tea."
The tea room in Xiao Zuowei's residence was particularly elegant, with famous calligraphy and paintings collected from various places hanging on the walls. The aroma of tea wafted from the purple clay teapot, and the tea leaves infused with snow water lingered in the air with a refreshing aftertaste. She gestured for Xiao Jing to sit, and he complied, taking a seat across from her with a slight smile.
"It has been a long time since I've felt this relaxed," she said, taking a sip of hot tea that left a fragrant taste on her lips, though her heart drifted to that chaotic place, making her feel suffocated.
"Isn't that so?" Xiao Jing replied absentmindedly, unsure of what to say.
Cheng Mo smiled lightly and raised her clear Water Eyes to look at him. "Xiao Jing, you must have been living in fear for quite some time now. From now on, you won't be alone; I will wait for them to return with you."
"Yes, Young Mistress," Xiao Jing responded. "The Young Mistress could have enjoyed a leisurely life abroad, but why return to take on such risks?"
She paused for a moment, her gaze still bright and clear, the corners of her lips exuding beauty and tranquility. "Xiao Jing, if it were you, you would probably make the same choice." Her delicate fingertips fiddled with the teacup, and she drank it all in one go. The scorching liquid flowed down her throat and spread throughout her body, easing some of her anxiety.
"Xiao Jing, after all this time, I have an idea."
"Please speak, Young Mistress."
"Things are different now; the Shangguan Family has lost such a large piece of land. Now only a few direct troops remain stationed in New Beicheng. When all is said and done, there aren't many left." She lowered her brows, her voice calm and her thoughts clear. "If we win this battle, we can reclaim two provinces, but our assets are much less than before. We will need to start cutting back on our expenses."
"I understand what the Young Mistress means," Xiao Jing nodded. "Tomorrow I will return to the young master's villa in New Beicheng to dismiss some servants and then tidy up a bit so we can move in. It will be better than bothering Mr. Xiao here."
Cheng Mosu nodded, "This is one reason. The second is that fighting requires financial support. It is impossible to rely on Jiang Shanghao, who is just watching from the sidelines. When I returned home, my father gave me a check. Once Shaoyi comes back this time, I will give him the check. I also have some jewelry and fine clothes; I plan to sell everything to support his cause."
Xiao Jing was taken aback for a moment but soon understood her meaning. "Yes, Young Mistress, I understand. Although I don't have any valuable jewelry, I can still pawn some to do my part."
"Xiao Jing, thank you," she said quietly. "By the way, do you know a girl named Feng Yin?"
"Feng Yin?" Xiao Jing furrowed her brow, searching her memory but ultimately shook her head. "I don't seem to know her. Who is she? Are you looking for her, Young Mistress?"
"She is my personal maid. After we were drugged by my father that day, I haven't seen her since. He said he gave her some money to fend for herself, but I know her temperament; having been by my side for so long, she probably doesn't have any other skills to survive. Right now, I just want to find her quickly; I can't let her suffer outside." Concern was etched on her fair countenance, and her rose-colored lips slightly parted.
Xiao Jing nodded and said, "Alright, I'll find some people to go look for her. But now is a chaotic time; it might not be easy to find someone. Young Mistress, please be patient."
"Yes." Cheng Mosu stood up, looking at the tea on the table that had already gone cold. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her brows like poetry and her eyes like paintings. "I've been traveling for days and am a bit tired; I'll go take a short nap. If you find any concrete news, please bring her back for me."
"Yes." Xiao Jing lowered her head in response. When she heard the Young Mistress mention Feng Yin's name earlier, although she didn't recognize it, it felt strangely familiar as if she had heard it somewhere before.
Where had she heard it…
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