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Cheng Mosu smiled lightly, her water-colored eyes reflecting a serene and clear gaze. The plain printed lotus on her Qipao, pure white, accentuated her fair skin, making it appear as crystal clear as snow. Her rose-colored lips lifted gently, blending with the fragrant atmosphere around her.
"Lady Ye, you see that my father has passed away and think that I am isolated and helpless, so you resort to such despicable means to deal with me, don't you?" The coolness in her eyes filled instantly, and the delicate brows between them held a faint chill.
Xia Yixiang curled her lips slightly, struggling to maintain her composure to avoid letting that cold gaze extinguish her spirit. Cheng Mosu looked at her calmly and continued, "But as the saying goes, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Although my Cheng Family has fallen, you know very well what kind of friends I have. If I ask them for help to cast unfounded accusations against you and your husband, it wouldn't be a problem at all. By the way, I have a friend in the Ministry of Finance. I wonder if General Ye has adhered to his principles all these years without greed for even a penny?"
"Cheng Mosu, you!"
"Lady Ye, addressing someone by their name is extremely impolite." Her voice was gentle, yet every word was surprisingly firm. Her elegant countenance now radiated an icy chill that made Xia Yixiang sweat at her temples and clench her palms tightly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Cheng Mosu glanced at her slowly and then lost interest in looking at her any longer. "If I see any more defamatory reports about Shaoyi next time, don't blame me for being heartless." She turned and left, leaving Xia Yixiang standing there in a daze, her snow-white cheeks flushed red with anger.
Shangguan Shaoyi watched as she finished speaking, raised an eyebrow, and approached her side. He didn't even glance at Xia Yixiang as if she didn't exist at all. He directly wrapped his arm around Cheng Mosu's shoulder and leaned close to her ear, whispering with a light laugh, "When did my Cheng Mosu become so eloquent that she scared Lady Ye into that state?"
Her face flushed red as she shot him a glare. He smiled lightly and led her to the center of the dance floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows were half-opened; the perfect moonlight streamed through the window bars and cast shadows on the two of them. He held her slender waist, the faint fragrance subtly mingling with his breath, while her cheeks glowed like delicate petals. The light poured down; the room was bright, and they both appeared enchanting.
As she danced gracefully to his steps, her thoughts lingered in distant memories. She recalled the first time they danced together—her curiosity and his rejection; the second time—the tenderness he showed and the sweetness she felt. His brows were lively while hers were picturesque; they were so perfectly matched that no one could tear their gaze away.
As the music ended, applause erupted. Her face grew even redder as she gently twisted the hem of her skirt and slightly bowed. He smiled lightly and lifted her effortlessly into his arms amidst the envious and ambiguous gazes of the crowd. "Everyone enjoy yourselves; my wife and I will take our leave now." She buried herself in his chest, too shy to listen to the laughter behind them, feeling her cheeks burning hot while the moonlight above remained pure and cool.
"Is it okay for us to leave midway like this?" Cheng Mosu lowered her long eyelashes, covering those water-colored eyes.
He smiled gently, his eyes filled with affection as he carried her into the car. The vehicle drove straight to their residence; under the moonlight, her complexion appeared even more radiant. Once inside their room, he gently closed the window but drew down the crystal curtains to admire the autumn moon. She changed into a light purple Western long dress; its large skirt flowed down to her delicate ankles. His hand rested lightly on her waist; he felt an inexplicable tenderness for her slender figure.
She leaned against his shoulder, her eyes bright, her body extremely tired, and she fell asleep just like that. He did not move away, allowing her to rest in his embrace. It wasn't until the next morning that she slowly opened her eyes, having not slept so peacefully and comfortably in a long time.
She hurriedly left his shoulder, feeling embarrassed as she lowered her eyes. "How did I fall asleep? You..."
"It's okay," he said, rubbing his sore shoulder and giving her a gentle smile. "I'll go check on Ling Heng."
She quickly nodded and followed his footsteps. Ling Heng was already up, listening to the wind as he told stories. Today, he was recounting the war between Duke Zheng of Zheng and Zhou Wang. When Ling Heng saw Shangguan Shaoyi arrive, he lost interest in the story and insisted on asking Father to teach him how to shoot. Cheng Mosu looked at Shaoyi with a frown and couldn't help but chuckle softly, lightly tapping Ling Heng's forehead. "At not even three years old, he's already thinking about practicing shooting."
Ling Heng huffed in dissatisfaction. "When did Daddy start riding horses and practicing shooting?"
Shangguan Shaoyi thought for a moment but couldn't recall exactly, though he was sure that Father had taken him to practice shooting at a very young age. But he was different; he didn't want Ling Heng to suffer like that anymore. He patted Ling Heng's head and changed the subject. "How much of the story do you remember?"
Ling Heng rolled his dark eyes and smiled. "I remember everything!"
"Oh?" Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow. "Then let me ask you, what was the name of the decisive battle between Duke Zheng of Zheng and Zhou Huan Wang? What formation did Duke Zheng of Zheng use?"
Ling Heng looked confident. "It was the Battle of Xuge, and the formation was called Fish Beauty Formation."
Shangguan Shaoyi nodded in satisfaction. However, Ling Heng still wanted to practice shooting and tugged at his arm, shaking it. "Daddy, look, I remembered everything! Can you take me to practice shooting now?"
"You can't practice shooting yet; you're too young and need specific firearms. But I can take you to the Barracks so you can see how they train." Seeing Ling Heng insist, he no longer objected and thought of a solution that would satisfy both of them. Sure enough, Ling Heng smiled widely and burrowed into his embrace.
Cheng Mosu quickly signaled Feng Yin to bring over a cloak for Ling Heng to wear. Shangguan Shaoyi picked him up and smiled at Cheng Mosu. "I'm taking Ling Heng to the Barracks to have a look."
"That night, I asked Feng Yin to pick me up," she hurriedly said.
"No need, I'll be back tonight." He had a barely noticeable smile at the corners of his lips, and his jet-black eyes looked deeply into hers. Her gaze trembled lightly, and her rose-colored lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she couldn't find the words. All her thoughts turned into a gentle word, "Okay."
Time passed quickly. Shangguan Shaoyi walked between the barracks and home every day, while she devoted herself to teaching Ling Heng. Not only did she teach him poetry and painting, French and English, but she also taught him how to play the piano. Fortunately, ever since that day, Xia Yixiang hadn't caused any trouble, and these two years had been fulfilling and joyful. Shangguan Shaoyi's team underwent rigorous training and gradually expanded to six teams.
Everything was moving in a positive direction. She looked at the fiery sunset and smiled lightly.
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