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"You're being ridiculous!" Cheng Yi's anger slowly faded, and the pain in his heart was gradually buried. He stared at Shangguan Shaoyi, "You're absolutely foolish! If Mosu knew about your behavior, would she be happy? She must be praying for your safety in heaven. With you looking like this, do you have the face to meet her?"
As he spoke passionately, he couldn't help but cough, and Yeh Zhenzhen hurriedly helped him calm down, smoothing his agitation.
Xiao Zuowei looked at him intently; the sparkle in his ink-black eyes had vanished, replaced by a tearing pain. Xiao Zuowei sighed, realizing at that moment how deeply Shaoyi cared for Xiao Su—something he could never compare to.
"Hey, Shaoyi, pull yourself together! Stop avoiding it!" Xiao Zuowei glared at him angrily. "Xiao Su is gone, but your sister, your people, your country are still here! Looking like this only breaks their hearts more! Shangguan Shaoyi, you were born into a warlord family and enjoyed many privileges that others could not; you should bear burdens that ordinary people cannot."
Yeh Zhenzhen bit her lip; Cheng Mosu's death was something she couldn't accept either. She still remembered their strolls on the streets of France and the light purple Qipao that Cheng Mosu chose for her. She remembered the gentle smile that appeared when Cheng Mosu was getting ready in front of the mirror and the indescribable softness and fragility in her bare face.
"Shangguan Shaoying, I lived with Cheng Mosu in France for two years. During those two years, she happened to leave you, her heart as still as dead water." She thought for a moment and spoke softly, "I found it strange how calm she was. I thought she had forgotten you and that the stories I heard were false. But in recent years, I've come to understand more and more. She transformed her love for you into a deeper feeling; she remembered every word you said to her. Every experience you shared brought a faint smile to her face. She tried to become better while leaving you behind. But she never intended to truly forget you. So she kept you forever in her heart, always with her."
"Her love for you remains unchanged despite the mountains and seas between you. Even as time changes everything, she still thinks of you. If only you felt as deeply for her as she did for you, why not live well and let her reside forever in your heart? Use your eyes to help her see this complicated world?" Yeh Zhenzhen's gaze grew more resolute. "Only by living can you be with her. If you're dead, you've lost even the right to miss her."
Shangguan Shaoyi fell silent for a moment; the deep light in his jet-black eyes slowly retreated as his usual sharp gaze began to focus again. In truth, Yeh Zhenzhen was right; he could feel Cheng Mosu beside him at all times. When dawn broke and painted the sea red; when the long road stirred up dust; when the seasons changed and transformed the sky; when moonlight wandered across the pure white horizon—at any moment or scene, he felt she was there with him, never leaving.
Xiao Zuowei glanced appreciatively at his wife. Yeh Zhenzhen smiled slightly; even as a married woman now, she retained an innocent smile that made the world seem beautiful.
"Shaoyi, the gentlemen and ladies you've invited should be gathering outside your residence now," Xiao Zuowei patted his shoulder. "Go on and say a proper goodbye to Xiao Su."
Rows of black limousines drove through the streets of Ning Tian City, astonishing passersby with their grandeur. Shangguan Shaoyi sat at the front, next to the silent Cheng Yi.
Just when he thought Cheng Yi wouldn't speak another word to him, he heard Cheng Yi's voice slowly rise above the air—steady and powerful—"Shaoyi, I actually never regretted marrying Mosu to you."
He was momentarily taken aback and glanced at Cheng Yi, but Cheng Yi showed no significant change in expression. He merely looked calmly ahead, as if the words just spoken had not come from his mouth.
The convoy slowly entered the cemetery. He got out of the car, dressed in a sharp black suit, his gaze slightly intense, melting the ice and snow.
Everyone followed behind him, silently moving forward. Cheng Yi's gaze trembled slightly as it fell upon the four characters "Wife Moxu," which startled him. Next to the tombstone, another stone had already been engraved with the name "Shangguan Lin," causing him to turn his gaze toward Shangguan Shaoyi.
Shangguan Shaoyi slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Father-in-law, don't worry. I no longer have thoughts of seeking death. It's just that after death, I will ultimately be buried here."
The moment of silence quickly came to an end. At this time, Shen Deputy Officer finally understood that the list given to him by Young Commander that day was indeed the list of those attending the funeral now. He silently watched Shangguan Shaoyi's upright yet lonely figure and shed tears.
"Xiao Lin, don't be too sad. Look at how thin you've become," Shangguan Yiting said with concern, while Zhu Ye Feng beside her fell into an abyss of silence. No one knew that he was responsible for Cheng Mosu's death, nor did anyone know if he felt even a hint of remorse now.
"Mr. Shangguan, my condolences," Chen Mu Yin said as he shook hands with him. "Consort Shangguan and you may not have been able to stay together in life, but you shared many beautiful moments; those are precious memories."
Huang Wei wore a black dress, but the jewelry around her neck was hard to ignore. Her delicate brows furrowed together. "Cheng Mosu and I have known each other since childhood. Unfortunately, as our thoughts diverged more and more over time, our relationship grew increasingly distant. But the bond was always there; although we didn't meet often, I always knew there was a friend in the North whom I cared about. And now..."
The funeral proceeded in an orderly manner, while Jiang Yating, unaware of anything happening, had just gotten out of bed to groom herself in front of the mirror.
Soft light filtered through the window bars onto the creamy carpet as she stretched lazily and reached for her wardrobe. The shimmering Qipao and dresses slid past her fingertips one by one. Her red lips curled up as they landed on a light orange Qipao; its dazzling color was enough to make her the center of attention in the entire city.
"Madam." A voice from outside called out from Xiao Jing. She responded lightly, and Xiao Jing continued, "A lady who claims to be Consort Feng wishes to see you. Do you want to meet her?"
Jiang Yating's eyes suddenly brightened with a more evident smile. "Consort Feng? Please invite her in quickly; just bring her directly to my room."
Xiao Jing nodded and went to invite Aunt Feng upstairs. For some reason, her mind suddenly recalled that when Cheng Mo was still alive, he had asked her to look for a girl named "Feng Yin." At that time, she felt the name was familiar but could never remember it. Now that she thought about it carefully, Feng Yin was this Aunt Feng, who was also the newly married concubine of Jiang Shaohao.
Feng Yin looked around the large but empty room, her smile at the corners of her lips bitter and unwilling.
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