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Sunset fell, dusk descended, and she understood that she could not escape today, so she no longer felt anxious. Her pure face, free of makeup, was illuminated by the lingering red hues, causing her Eyes to ripple.
Madam Jiang looked at her coldly, her gaze shifting to Ling Heng for a moment. The beauty in her eyes concealed hidden waves as she smiled and said, “Consort Shangguan, why are you in such a hurry to go somewhere?”
“Where I go is my own business; it has nothing to do with you.” In her Water-colored eyes sparkled fragmented brilliance, so clear that it momentarily dazzled those who looked.
Jiang Shanghao stood by with a faint smile, holding a cigar that he did not smoke, letting it quietly burn away its life.
His gaze was fixed on the two confronting individuals, watching as the slanting sun elongated their shadows.
Then Madam Jiang spoke again, “Where you go is not our concern, but you are Consort Shangguan. Shangguan Shaoying is currently fighting outside; your safety is what he cares about the most. We must protect you well.”
Cheng Mosu frowned and stopped Speech, while Ling Heng beside her wore an expression of indignation. “Hmph! You’re not protecting us; you’re clearly monitoring us! Not only have you been watching us, but now you want to imprison me and my Mom!”
Both Jiang Shanghao and Madam Jiang were taken aback, not expecting the child to speak so insightfully.
Madam Jiang hurriedly covered his mouth. “What imprisonment? We are just protecting you. Shangguan Shaoying has offended many people; there are many who want your lives. If you come back with us to Yuzhou, nothing will happen.”
Upon hearing this, Cheng Mosu lightly raised the corners of her Rose-Colored Lips, her voice clear, “What if I don’t go back?”
“Oh? That’s not up to Consort Shangguan. If you don’t return, Mr. Xiao will probably have a hard time. Although he is not currently in government service, no matter how ineffective our Jiang Family is, dealing with a University Teacher is not a problem.” Her voice was particularly cold, her beautiful eyes revealing a soft sharpness. “Moreover, I am only asking Consort Shangguan to stay with us for a while. Once Shangguan Shaoying has completed his mission and returns, you will naturally go back to the Shangguan Family with him.”
Cheng Mosu tightly pressed her Rose-Colored Lips. Given the situation, it seemed that the Jiang Family had been monitoring her for quite some time. She had remained inactive in her daily life, and the Jiang Family had ignored her. Now that she wanted to escape this turmoil, the Jiang Family hurriedly came to imprison her, using her and Ling Heng as hostages to force Shaoyi to continue working for the Jiang Family.
No wonder they specifically sent someone to bring her back from Southeast Asia.
She only regretted that her thoughts were not clear enough, that she had not thought through this most important matter.
Jiang Shanghao exchanged glances with Madam Jiang when he saw that she had nothing more to say. The group of bodyguards surrounded her and Ling Heng respectfully escorted them off the ship and onto the private plane.
She remained expressionless, while Ling Heng looked sullen. Although Jiang Shanghao did not care much for Cheng Mosu, he still had feelings for Ling Heng. After all, his daughter was Ling Heng's biological mother, and he considered himself Ling Heng's grandfather.
Seeing Ling Heng pouting, he softened his expression and slowed his tone, "Ling Heng, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
Ling Heng shot him a glare and huffed.
Jiang Shanghao understood that Ling Heng disliked him at this moment, but he was not discouraged. "I send you gifts every year on your birthday. Do you like them?"
Ling Heng's dark eyes stared at him fiercely, causing the light in Jiang Shanghao's eyes to dim a bit. People are not made of wood; who can be without feelings? In his earlier years, Jiang Shanghao treated his daughter as a tool, but when his daughter left, he truly realized his mistakes.
Cheng Mosu felt pity and helped to ease the tension. "Ling Heng, you shouldn't be so rude when speaking to your elders, understand?"
"I understand," Ling Heng replied curtly, crossing her arms and shifting her gaze forward.
Jiang Shanghao cast a grateful glance at Cheng Mosu, only to hear Madam Jiang snort beside him. However, Jiang Shanghao ignored it, and Madam Jiang simply closed her eyes and pretended to doze off.
"Ling Heng, have you been studying anything recently? Have you gone over the classics of Confucianism?" Jiang Shanghao changed the subject.
"I have studied," Ling Heng's tone softened a little. Upon meeting Cheng Mosu's gaze, she added, "And I've also been learning piano, painting, foreign languages with Mom. Recently I even learned some military strategies with Dad."
"Very good." Jiang Shanghao nodded in satisfaction. "You need to seriously study the Confucian classics. The times are different now, and many Western ideas have come in, but we must not forget our roots, understand?"
Ling Heng did not want to respond to him, but also did not want to make things difficult for Mom, so he just nodded.
In the midst of their conversation, they had already arrived at Yuzhou.
Jiang Shanghao felt that he had not finished talking with Ling Heng, but seeing Madam Jiang's impatient expression, he had no choice but to stand up seriously and called for his bodyguards to escort Cheng Mosu and Ling Heng to their residence.
The residence arranged for her in Yuzhou was a three-story villa, luxuriously decorated, almost comparable to the Cheng Residence in Shanghai. She stood by the window, her fingers entwined in her dark hair. This place was nice, but what use was it?
Feng Yin pulled back the curtain; she glanced outside and saw rows of soldiers surrounding the house tightly. She truly began to doubt that even a fly could get in.
Winter had passed, and spring had arrived. Outside, the pear blossoms bloomed pure white, dispelling the chill in the air.
As night fell and stars sparkled brightly, filling the sky with brilliance and mystery. She quietly gazed at the sky, her mind blank. Ling Heng beside her also began to speak less. This life of confinement seemed endless.
Feng Yin turned on the radio, which continued to broadcast military news. She intended to reach out and turn it off but suddenly heard news about him.
"Recently, Shangguan Shaoying has occupied three major cities in Southeast Asia."
"Mom, did you hear? Dad will soon end the war." Ling Heng raised his small face and smiled at her. "He will come to pick us up soon!"
She smiled lightly but said nothing, her thoughts drifting away with the falling pear blossoms outside, sinking into the soil silently.
“Shangguan Shaoying commanded the divisions to advance rapidly, successfully concluding all battles in Southeast Asia! Now Shangguan Shaoying is rushing back to the Battlefield, vowing to continue the bloody fight against the Japanese Army!”
Cheng Mosu rubbed her swollen forehead and quietly turned off the broadcast. In her view, driving out the Japanese Army was already a foregone conclusion. But after driving out the Japanese Army, how would her life with him unfold... it was truly hard to grasp.
She slowly lay on the soft bed, feeling a slight tightness in her chest. This year's spring rain fell particularly heavily, knocking the pure white petals down into the dust, a sight both shocking and heart-wrenching. She felt her heart racing fiercely; no matter what she did, she couldn't fall asleep. She got up and listened to the clock swinging back and forth, marking the passage of time.
A series of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Jiang Shanghao burst through the door. She hurriedly put on a shawl and went downstairs. Looking at Jiang Shanghao, she saw an inscrutable expression on his face, and an ominous premonition slowly seeped into her heart. The incense burner emitted a fragrant aroma, enveloping everything in a haze of distress.
Jiang Shanghao's face was pale, and his tone softened slightly. “Consort Shangguan, we just received news that Shangguan Shaoying's military vehicle was rigged with explosives by assassins. The vehicle exploded upon entry, and Shangguan Shaoying has already…”
At that moment, there was no sound around her; she could only hear her heart pounding, and soon even the sound of her heartbeat became indistinct. Her vision darkened, and she collapsed heavily backward.
As the news broke, the entire nation mourned; a generation's hero had perished.
On the narrow road, several vehicles moved along, with pure white petals slowly falling.
This was her first outing since arriving in Yuzhou, yet it was to attend her husband's funeral.
She looked up; both sides of the road were lined with black vehicles and wailing citizens. All the trees in the city were wrapped in flowers, mingling with the rainwater, transparent in their sorrow.
She held Ling Heng's small hand; he stubbornly tilted his little face upward without crying. If someone came to comfort him, he would say, “Father died for his country, dying with honor.” Those who came to comfort him found themselves at a loss for words.
She did not hold an umbrella, allowing raindrops to fall on her fair face. Everyone's gaze lingered on her stunning Countenance. She did not cry or make a scene; her heart had already died, leaving her feeling hollow and devoid of any human essence.
The rain soaked her jet-black hair, which flowed like a waterfall. She slowly walked forward, stepping over the damp, dark ground, muddying her white dress.
Xiao Zuowei emerged from the crowd, holding an umbrella over her. She did not look up at him but silently distanced herself, walking alone in the sea of sorrow that surrounded her.
She gazed at the coffin before her, which bore a photo of him. The man in the photo had sharp features and cold eyes, his lips tightly pressed together, exuding an air of elegance and distinction.
However, while the photo remained, life had already departed...
Her delicate fingers slowly touched the coffin. Water-colored eyes widened as if by accident, tears fell softly, mingling with the rain on her snow-white cheeks. Yet she remained silent, her gaze seemingly hollow, devoid of life and focus.
“Xiao Su, if you’re sad, just cry out loud. You can’t keep it in like this…” Xiao Zuowei was deeply worried. She trembled as she tried to open the coffin. Zhang's Deputy moved his lips and suddenly knelt down, crying out, “Consort Shangguan, it’s all my fault! If I had checked beforehand, the Young Commander wouldn’t have been ambushed!”
Seeing that she ignored him and was intent on opening the coffin, he hurriedly stood up to stop her. “Madam! You cannot look… The Young Commander has been blown to pieces; you cannot see him!”
But she refused to believe it. Her pale cheeks showed a stubbornness; her water-colored eyes no longer held their previous clarity but were filled with overwhelming sorrow.
Zhang's Deputy saw that he could not dissuade her and gritted his teeth as he opened the coffin.
She paused slowly, unable to withstand it as her vision and consciousness began to blur.
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