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“Shangguan Shaoying, please be merciful.” Her voice, calm as water, slowly reached his ears. He looked at the strand of dark hair that covered her Water-colored Eyes, her snow-white skin contrasting with her Rose-colored lips in a faint haze. She slightly pursed her lips, her fingers intertwined.
Shangguan Shaoyi frowned and slowly retracted his pistol. Ruan Yu looked at Cheng Mosu's snow-like profile, feeling a stir in his heart, and said irritably, “Mr. Cheng, I apologize for my earlier rashness. However…” His tone shifted, and his gaze sharpened, “You people are being too excessive. My wife merely resembles the late Consort Shangguan, but she is not her. Please do not make things difficult for my wife and me in the future.”
Cheng Yi remained silent, simply watching Cheng Mosu. Cheng Mosu raised his Water-colored eyes to meet his gaze, undaunted, which made Cheng Yi smile and say, “I understand now, Ruan Shaoshuai, I was too agitated.”
“Since things have escalated to this point, my wife and I will not disturb your meal any longer. Please enjoy your meal. Mosu, let’s go back.” His tone rose slightly with a hint of sharpness, making it unclear whether he had dispelled his earlier agitation. She could only feel the heat from the hand that held hers, causing her to furrow her brows slightly as a wave of panic surged within her.
Ruan Yu took her back to their room and shut the door heavily. The narrow eyes instantly revealed a sinister glint.
She blinked her Water-colored Eyes, the clear light washing over his heart. Tears streamed down her fair face, softening his heartstrings as he reached out to touch the glistening drops, calming his expression as he said, “Mosu, I was wrong just now to speak so harshly about your Father. But it was Shangguan Shaoyi who used underhanded tactics to invite your Father here to…”
“Ruan Yu.” She called his name, interrupting him. The sounds of chatter filled the downstairs as a lively minuet played on the piano, echoing in the air. Her heart swayed with the melody, yet her voice carried an opposite sorrow. “I misunderstood Shaoyi because of my own reasons; I didn’t return to the Shangguan Family, leading to this series of events. I can’t even acknowledge my Father, unable to show filial piety; it truly shouldn’t be this way.”
“I understand.” Ruan Yu couldn’t bear to see her crystalline tears. The sorrowful tone in her voice lingered in his heart. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, leaning close to her ear, his voice gradually softening—though still tinged with a hint of anger—it was gentler than usual. “Mosu, I like you; I genuinely want to treat you well, but I always seem to do it the wrong way. This is my first time feeling this way about a woman; can you give me a chance?”
She was taken aback, her eyes moist. She knew he was cold-hearted yet sentimental, ruthless yet fierce; hearing such a request from him truly shocked her. Outside, the Snowflakes continued to drift down through the cold air, forming frost flowers. She withdrew her gaze and lowered her brows; there was a faint smile at the corners of her lips. “Yue Shao Shuai, I can’t go back anymore.”
He couldn’t help but smile; tomorrow night’s moonlight would once again bathe the earth as she would leave with him. Ultimately, she would part ways with Shangguan Shaoyi, who was destined to endure solitude and sorrow alone. He suppressed the surging emotions within him and smiled at her gently before kissing her cheek softly. “Good night.”
“Good night.” She softly replied while standing by the window watching the drifting Snowflakes, unsure where her heart had flown…
If only she could have understood everything at that moment, she wouldn’t have misunderstood Shaoyi. If she could have set aside her pride and appeared at that day’s church, she believed that upon seeing him, Shaoyi would surely give up easily obtainable benefits for her sake. Yet she refused to abandon her proud demeanor and could only endure the pain of separation.
Now everything has been settled. The Jiang Family and the Shangguan Family have united, and the Zhu Family will no longer act against the Shangguan Family. Jiang Yating is about to have a complete family with Shangguan Shaoyi, a happiness she can never give him. She lowered her Eyes, and the Snowflake before her became unclear.
The next day at the Shangguan Residence, the noise of the previous night was replaced by a sense of calm. Jiang Yating surveyed the desolate atmosphere, feeling as if a storm was brewing.
She saw Cheng Mosu gracefully descend the stairs and couldn't help but smile, waving to Cheng Mosu to lead her to the tea room.
Jiang Yating looked at her faint smile, falling silent. She knew well about Cheng Mosu and Shangguan Shaoyi's passionate love story, but she thought that as long as it flowed steadily, she might receive an unintentional glance in return. However, yesterday at the family banquet, she realized she was wrong. When Shangguan Shaoyi told Ruan Yu that he only had Cheng Yi as his Father-in-law, she understood that the Jiang Family was ultimately the Jiang Family that once wanted to eliminate him, and the Shangguan Family would always be the greatest hidden danger for the Jiang Family.
From that moment on, she no longer wished to force Shangguan Shaoyi's love, as she herself did not have pure feelings for him either. She gently touched her belly and gazed thoughtfully, saying, "Madam Ruan is up so early; she's leaving tonight. I truly feel reluctant."
Cheng Mosu smiled lightly and declined her politeness, "Consort Shangguan should be looking forward to my departure; how could you feel reluctant?"
"Is that so?" Jiang Yating looked at her long Eyelashes framing slightly darkened eyes, knowing she hadn't slept well. Yet those Water-colored Eyes remained bright, which made her feel emotional. "Madam Ruan is truly not Cheng Mosu; if you were Cheng Mosu, you would never pay attention to words like mine."
Cheng Mosu continued to smile lightly, sipping tea from her Rose-Colored Lips without saying much.
Jiang Yating smiled back; outside the window, sunlight illuminated the white cashmere carpet, lifting her spirits a bit. "Regardless of whether you are Cheng Mosu or not, I have something to tell you." She noticed Cheng Mosu's Fingertips hovering over the teacup and continued, "You must know that I am pregnant. The Shangguan Family and Jiang Family are now in the same boat; Feng Province will soon be reclaimed. I do not wish for anyone's appearance to disrupt this trajectory; do you understand?"
With a slight smile at the corners of her Lips, she slowly set down the intricately carved teacup. Her fingers traced back and forth on the linen tablecloth as she spoke softly and elegantly. "Consort Shangguan, rest assured. If I were Cheng Mosu, I would certainly not disturb your existing life; I also hope you will not disturb mine."
Her words left Jiang Yating wide-eyed in surprise. "So you really are Cheng Mosu?"
"Consort Shangguan need not be anxious; I haven't finished what I wanted to say." She took a sip of tea and continued slowly, "Moreover, even if I am not Cheng Mosu, I certainly would not intrude. After returning to the Northwest this time, who knows when we will meet again; Consort Shangguan can temporarily set her heart at ease."
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