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"I don't like it." Jiang Yating coldly glanced at the distance, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Shaoyi, you didn't choose this name just to commemorate Cheng Mo, did you? I think this name is likely to attract misfortune, which isn't good at all."
He took a sip of tea, his eyes as dark as lacquer resting on the peach blossoms outside the window. The delicate pink reminded him of the color on Mo Su's face when she was shy, causing him to momentarily lose his focus. It wasn't until Shangguan Yiting asked him a question that he slightly turned back. Seeing that he was distracted, Shangguan Yiting asked again, "Why did you choose this name?"
He looked at Shangguan Yiting, a thin layer of ice covering his eyes, his voice quite pleasant. "My father named me with the character 'Lin,' hoping that one day I would command the world. Now, I have long grown tired of all this fighting and killing; I only hope my child can live freely and comfortably."
Jiang Yating's gaze softened as she listened to his relaxed tone. It was the first time she had seen him so gentle, and she couldn't help but smile. "So that's how it is; I was overthinking it. The name Shangguan Mo is actually quite good—suitable for both boys and girls. Let's go with that."
The harshness in Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes faded slightly as he smiled faintly. Shangguan Yiting's gaze shifted between the two, feeling that their relationship had become much more harmonious since she returned to her husband's family, though she couldn't quite understand why.
"This time New North has been reclaimed, and Ruan Shaoshui helped quite a bit. I've already written a thank-you note and sent it over." Jiang Yating appeared to be a considerate wife, thinking things through thoroughly. His dark pupils tightened slightly, his lips pressed tightly together; the atmosphere that had just improved suddenly collapsed.
Seeing that he had fallen silent again, Jiang Yating pressed on, "Why didn't you invite Ruan Shaoshui over for a small gathering? It would be more considerate to host him in person."
Shangguan Shaoyi silently scanned her features, an air of sternness emanating from him. Jiang Yating smiled knowingly. "It must be that Ruan Shaoshui is eager to return to his beloved wife at home, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized her emotions had been too uncontrollable lately and that she had intentionally provoked him. She lowered her gaze to the tea with rose petals but could still feel his cold gaze upon her. After a long moment, his voice echoed in her ears, chilling the vibrant spring air slightly. "Yes, if he has a beloved wife at home, he naturally needs to hurry back. As for my family, it doesn't matter whether I return or not."
She suddenly looked up into his deep gaze and saw a glimmer of sharp intent in his eyes. She instinctively swallowed the sarcastic words that were about to escape her lips. Fortunately, Shangguan Yiting was there to timely adjust the atmosphere between them. "Alright, alright! A little bickering between husband and wife adds some spice; but if it goes on too long, it might really hurt your feelings. You two should stop arguing."
Shangguan Shaoyi stood up, his tall figure blending with the dappled sunlight of spring, making it hard for anyone to look away.
The crescent moon shines over the land; some families are joyful while others are sorrowful.
Ruan Yu looked at Cheng Mo Su under the pear tree. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she leaned against the trunk, a few pure white petals drifting onto her jet-black hair, accentuating her skin like fine jade. Her clear, bright eyes reflected a beautiful and serene profile that even a reckless man like him couldn't help but turn back to admire.
She seemed to have noticed him, her lips forming two shallow dimples as she walked gracefully toward him. The spring breeze suddenly stilled, and everything around fell silent, leaving only the sound of her light footsteps echoing in his ears. He reached out his hand to her, but she tilted her head slightly, her rose-colored lips wearing a look of curiosity as her water-like eyes shifted to the willow tree nearby.
The moonlight made her appear even more immaculate, its bright glow seemingly shining just for her. When he saw her shy away, he took her small hand without hesitation, lost in the whirl of her laughter. The stars and the bright moon quietly watched them; their silent exchange became an unusual kind of beauty.
"When did you come back?" Cheng Mo Su asked casually as she pulled her hand back from his palm and glanced at him.
"Just today." He smirked slightly. He genuinely wanted to keep Cheng Mo Su by his side as a military wife, but upon remembering that he would be fighting alongside Shangguan Shaoyi, he abandoned that idea. Instead, he found some guards to keep a close watch on the residence, claiming it was to prevent espionage attacks while actually using them to monitor Cheng Mo Su's every move.
She wasn't angry about his behavior; she simply smiled lightly. Seeing him standing before her unharmed brought her a sense of relief.
Noticing the comfort in her expression, he softened his gaze and said, "This time on the battlefield, I met a pretty little nurse. I brought her back to keep you company and entertain you. What do you think?"
She was taken aback for a moment, looking up at the inquisitive glint in his elongated eyes, unsure how to respond. However, he smiled even more broadly, taking hold of her delicate wrist and leading her into the living room. The crystal chandelier in the living room radiated bright white light, and beside the piano stood a graceful figure. The woman turned around, her dark hair blending with a pink satin dress as she smiled.
When the woman saw Cheng Mo Su, she was clearly surprised and said, "Young Marshal, is this your wife?"
"Yes," Ruan Yu replied casually as he wrapped his arm around her waist with a smile.
The woman looked at Cheng Mo Su with an appreciative expression. "Madam truly has exceptional grace; no wonder Young Marshal Ruan was so eager to return." When she noticed Ruan Yu cough twice, she realized she should not say more and introduced herself: "My name is Gu Xiyue. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you." Cheng Mo Su graciously shook Gu Xiyue's extended hand while hearing Ruan Yu say to Cheng Mo Su, "Xiyue is someone I met on the battlefield; she is now also the mistress of the Ruan family—though just slightly below you in status. But you must get along well with her and not bully her."
She was taken aback, realizing that Gu Xiyue was yet another confidante of Ruan Yu. Since these matters had nothing to do with her, she nodded and turned to go upstairs.
"Hey! Stop!"
She turned her face in confusion, only to meet Ruan Yu's angry eyes, which made her wonder. She then heard Ruan Yu raise her voice, "Are you really not angry at all?!"
"Why should I be angry? It's your freedom to be with whoever you like." She looked at the gradually cooling depths of Ruan Yu's gaze and shifted her own.
Although it was spring, a bright flame still burned in the fireplace. The flickering red light highlighted his narrow eyes, sending chills down the spines of those around. Jiexiang quickly ran to her side and whispered in her ear, "Madam, please try to look a bit angry; otherwise, I really can't guarantee what Young Master might do..."
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