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"Su Ling, are you really angry? Alright, then let's do it your way; you can stay." He reached out to hold Su Ling's hand, but she stepped back, her lowered gaze hiding her complicated emotions. Ruan Yu awkwardly smiled and looked at Xiao Jing, "Miss, could you please step outside? My wife and I have something to discuss."
Xiao Jing came to her senses and quickly closed the door, distancing herself from the battlefield.
Su Ling raised her water-colored eyes, her gaze flickering with stubbornness. "Ruan Yu, what do you mean by this?"
"It means nothing." Ruan Yu waved his hand, his voice capturing her jade-like wrist. He felt the warm fragrance emanating from her body fill his heart. He smiled faintly and said, "Alright, you sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor." Without waiting for her response, he used a screen to create a space and lay down on the cold floor.
Su Ling smiled lightly, silently twisting her fair wrist as the wind and snow blocked her thoughts.
Shangguan Shaoyi stood by the window, his mind filled with her gentle smile and faint sorrow.
His dark eyes brightened a little, and a smile unconsciously spread across his lips. He dared not think about whether she still remembered him but hoped she could sleep peacefully and dream sweetly.
The next day at Shangguan Residence was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere; all the sleepyheads woke up early. Shangguan Shaoyi and Ruan Yu had already met in secret in the study to discuss military matters. The women in the hall exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts. Su Ling had just gotten out of bed, dressed in front of the mirror, and gracefully descended the stairs. She saw Shangguan Yiting, Jiang Yating, and Xiao Jing quietly sipping flower tea and couldn't help but smile faintly as she greeted them.
"Madam Ruan, please take a seat." Jiang Yating smiled at her, her long black hair cascading down to her waist, and her water-colored eyes shimmering with a moist light. A faint smile graced her snow-white face, with rose-colored lips subtly blushing.
"What does Madam Ruan like to eat? I heard from Yating that you're also from the south, so you probably aren't used to northern cuisine," Shangguan Yiting said slowly as she focused her gaze. Her water-red nails dyed with impatiens flowers delicately lifted the teacup as she took a sip of flower tea.
Su Ling smiled lightly; her gaze sparkled under the gentle sunlight, her skin as fair as snow, just as usual. Without much thought, she replied, "My father went to the northwest for business when I was young, so I followed him there. Although northern food doesn't suit my taste, I've eaten it for a long time and have gotten used to it."
"Is that so?" Jiang Yating picked up the conversation again, her dark eyes glinting as a sweet orange fragrance wafted into her fingertips. "These past few days we've mistaken Madam Ruan for Miss Cheng Mo; you must feel quite upset about that." She set down her teacup, her crystalline eyes filled with intensity. "Miss Cheng died under mysterious circumstances; thinking about it now makes me very sad."
Su Ling gently sipped her floral tea, her dark hair brushing against her cheek, her bright eyes like autumn waters, resembling blooming flowers. Her delicate wrist exuded a faint fragrance, and her cheeks were rosy like the glow of dawn. "The deceased deserves respect, Consort Shangguan, please show at least that much and do not make rash judgments."
Jiang Yating paused for a moment, slowly moving closer to her, staring intently into those Water-colored Eyes. "Does Madam Ruan have any lost sisters? Otherwise, I truly cannot believe there could be two people in this world who look exactly alike. Or..." She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a fierce determination. "Or are you actually Cheng Mo Su?"
Su Ling glanced at her lightly, dispelling her fierce gaze. The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile, reminiscent of jasmine's fragrance. "Consort Shangguan, you mentioned that Miss Cheng died in an explosion. Such a large-scale explosion I have also seen reported in the newspapers; even the flies of the Shangguan Family did not escape unscathed, let alone living people."
"And..." She paused, took a sip of tea, her voice soft and melodious yet devoid of any softness. "Do you truly wish for me to be Cheng Mo Su, Consort Shangguan?"
"You!" Jiang Yating's pupils constricted. Of course, she did not want Cheng Mo Su to still be alive because as long as Cheng Mo Su existed, Shaoyi could never belong to her! However, the woman before her who looked exactly like Cheng Mo Su terrified her greatly and made her heart race.
She smiled slightly to mask her panic. "I also think Madam Ruan doesn't resemble Cheng Mo Su; after all, Miss Cheng never won a verbal spar against me when she was alive, while Madam Ruan, though appearing calm and collected, speaks far more effectively than Miss Cheng."
Su Ling lowered her wing-like Eyelashes, lightly pressing her Rose-Colored Lips. She stood up and said softly, "I have finished my meal; I will return to my room to rest now. Thank you for your hospitality."
Shangguan Yiting opened her mouth, wanting to keep Su Ling there longer, but she saw the study door upstairs slowly open. Ruan Yu and Shangguan Shaoyi were shaking hands and smiling. The narrow eyes of Ruan Yu emitted a sharp light as they slowly slid towards Su Ling beside him. He whistled and called out, "Su Er, come up; I have something to tell you."
Shangguan Yiting dared not look at Shangguan Shaoyi's cold face; even from afar, she could feel his increasingly icy aura. Su Ling smiled faintly and walked up the stairs, brushing past Shangguan Shaoyi, whose handsome brows were tightly knitted together, exuding a chilling aura.
Su Ling remained silent for a moment, feeling a tightness in her chest and coldness in her fingers. She raised her Water-colored Eyes, her gentle demeanor slipping into his gaze and entering his heart. She lowered her eyes slightly; a faint Fragrance lingered between them, stirring his stagnant emotions.
But in the end, she did not say much more; she merely greeted him politely before following Ruan Yu back to the room.
Shangguan Yiting slowly relaxed her tightly furrowed brows and pulled the slowly descending Shangguan Shaoyi closer to her side, asking, "What happened?"
"Ruan Yu agreed to fully assist us, and the treaty will be officially signed tomorrow." He replied coldly, while Shangguan Yiting stomped her foot in frustration and said, "Who asked you about that? I'm asking about Madam Ruan. Is she Cheng Mosu?"
He lowered his Handsome Face, his Black as Ink eyes deep and unfathomable like the ocean, making it impossible to discern his thoughts. After a long pause, his cold voice echoed in the air, "She said no."
"But don't you find it strange? How can there be someone who looks exactly the same?" Shangguan Yiting pondered for a moment.
"Sister, even if she is Cheng Mosu, so what?" Jiang Yating's eyes flickered slightly. If Cheng Mosu was truly alive, would even Shangguan Yiting abandon her?
Shangguan Yiting was taken aback for a moment but quickly adjusted her smile to the right degree. "Yating, you're overthinking it. I don't mean that at all. Your priority now is to take care of your pregnancy and not think about other things. If that Su Ling is Madam Ruan, then she is Madam Ruan. No need to pursue it further."
Jiang Yating gently bit her lip; her life, which she had finally managed to control, was stirred up again by the appearance of a woman.
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