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In a daze, she slept until midnight, only to be disturbed by a fit of coughing that left her feeling uncomfortable all over. She got up, and a fragrance of Longjing Tea wafted through the room. A slight stir in her heart made her open her eyes to search for the figure that brought her comfort, but all she saw was the pale moonlight reflecting off the white carpet, devoid of any human presence.
She struggled to support her body, feeling a deep sense of regret. If she hadn't been so obsessed with clarifying Ruan Yu's life and death, this situation wouldn't have arisen. Shaoyi must truly be annoyed with her at this moment. Feng Yin, who was resting nearby with closed eyes and chin propped up, dozed off intermittently.
She smiled faintly, took a blanket from the side, and quietly walked over to cover Feng Yin with it. However, Feng Yin suddenly woke up with a start, causing the blanket to fall silently to the ground.
"Miss, you're awake?" Feng Yin's face lit up with joy as she reached out to touch her forehead. The temperature was not as high as before, indicating that she had improved somewhat. Cheng Mosu's water-colored eyes were tinged with a light hue, concealing her rose-colored lips as she coughed softly twice. Feng Yin hurriedly supported her and helped her lie back down on the bed.
She closed her eyes briefly and spoke in her usual gentle tone, "Where is Shaoyi?"
"Son-in-law was just called to the study by Mr. Nan; he hasn't returned yet. Would you like me to go look for him in the study?"
"That would be good." After pondering for a moment, she said, "There are some things I need to discuss with him that must be made clear."
Feng Yin agreed and went out to find him, naturally curious about what Son-in-law and Mr. Nan could be discussing for such a long time. She stood at the door of the study and gently knocked. A sliver of bright white light seeped through the slightly ajar door. After waiting for a while without any response, she gently pushed the door open and saw Nan Wan leaning on the sofa chair, sound asleep, while Shangguan Shaoyi was nowhere to be found.
"Who?" Nan Wan instinctively woke up, pointing his gun at the door. When he saw it was Feng Yin, he relaxed and said, "What are you doing here so late at night?"
"Mr. Nan, I'm here looking for my Son-in-law."
"Your Son-in-law has gone out; he won't be back tonight." He waved his hand dismissively. "He should return by tomorrow morning. You should hurry back to sleep."
Feng Yin felt a stir in her heart; considering that Shangguan Shaoyi had no other place to stay here, where could he have gone at this hour? Could it be that he had quarreled with the Miss and in a fit of anger sought solace elsewhere? Thinking of this made her feel an uncontrollable anger rise within her. "Even if he's angry with the Miss, she's sick; he should have calmed down by now. How could he go out looking for another girl at this hour?"
Nan Wan was no longer sleepy, feeling both amused and exasperated by her antics. "When did I ever say he went to look for another girl?"
"Mr. Nan, you are a gentleman and don't need to hide anything for your brother-in-law. It's so late, if he's not looking for another girl, then what is he doing?" Feng Yin seemed to have made up her mind about it.
"Alright, alright, your imagination is quite something." Nan Wan sighed and handed her the confidential report. "Here, take a look."
Feng Yin took the report, her pupils tightening sharply, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. "How... how could this possibly be true? Everything was fine; how could the Japanese suddenly launch an attack on New North?"
"Their wolfish ambitions have now been completely exposed." Nan Wan stared at the report, half-closing his eyes. "General Shangguan must have been called out this late by Shaohao; the two of them should be discussing countermeasures right now. What kind of strategies could they come up with in just one night?"
The study door was gently pushed open, and a fragrance wafted in. Cheng Mo's delicate hand rested on the carved Flower House door. The bright light made her squint slightly; after finally adjusting, the light accentuated the brilliance of her water-like eyes. She breathed lightly and walked in gracefully, like a slender willow swaying in the wind.
Feng Yin hurriedly supported her and brought over a chair for her to sit down. Her eyes sparkled with fragments of light. "Did Uncle Nan's words just now really hold true?"
"Of course they are true; why would I lie to you about national affairs?" Nan Wan put away the report. Since Cheng Mo was ill, he naturally couldn't let her see it to avoid affecting her mood.
She nodded, her pale cheeks flushed from fever resembling peach blossoms. Her long eyelashes cast shadows over her eyes as she picked up a silk handkerchief to lightly cover her rose-colored lips and coughed twice before saying, "Previously, Jiang Shaohao was always indifferent to resisting the Japanese army, always thinking about internal strife to deal with those old-fashioned warlords. Now that the Japanese army's ambitions are glaringly obvious, I wonder what methods he will adopt."
"Shaohao is indeed power-hungry, but he is still my sworn brother; he has acted heroically in the past. I believe that in the face of national righteousness, he will not compromise. I see that a full-scale war against the Japanese army is about to break out." Nan Wan rubbed his forehead and said.
She nodded, feeling a bit more anxious; although she hoped to drive out the Japanese army, it meant that Shao Yi would once again lead a life of warfare. How could she completely set her mind at ease?
"Mo Su girl, don't worry too much. Your current task is to quickly recover your health so that he won't worry about you. Look at your weak condition; his last words before leaving were still asking me to take good care of you. If you truly care for him, then get better soon."
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes, as the books in the Qing Stone Study were scattered chaotically, much like her current emotions. She reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, and the faint fragrance she exuded momentarily distracted her. Gently holding her hand in mid-air, Feng Yin immediately understood and helped her up. Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her voice was soft and gentle, "Uncle Nan Xian, I will go back to my room to rest now. If there is any news, you must inform me first."
"Alright." Nan Wan nodded in response and turned to look out the window; the morning light was just beginning to break.
Cheng Mosu couldn't sleep either. Staying in the room only led to endless thoughts, so she let Feng Yin support her to the Living Room. She quietly sat there with a book in hand but hadn't turned a page for a long time.
Ten days had passed, and while her body had completely recovered, there was still no sign of Shangguan Shaoyi. Each day, she could only glean fragments of information from the Newspaper, with no news about him at all. When she asked Nan Wan, she could only get a reassuring reply that he was doing well.
"Miss, I feel that Jiang Shanghao might have detained Son-in-law; otherwise, how could Son-in-law not return for such a long time?"
This was also her greatest concern. However, upon reflection, she felt that Jiang Shanghao didn't seem like someone who would act without reason. Feng Yin fiddled with the radio and turned it on, smiling as she said, "Never mind, Miss. Let's listen to the broadcast for a while; it will help us understand the current situation."
After a burst of static from the radio, a familiar voice came through. Cheng Mosu opened her half-closed eyes and listened quietly as Feng Yin leaned in close and whispered, "It's Jiang Shanghao's voice."
"We have reached a critical juncture; our country has no further opportunity for compromise with the Japanese Army. In honor of the soldiers and civilians who have heroically sacrificed in New Beicheng, I will pay my highest respects. We vow to fight to the end against the Japanese Army and will resolutely not give up our territory or sovereignty."
Cheng Mosu's tense heart gradually relaxed as she gently leaned back against the sofa.
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