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At midnight, bright white lights hung in the air, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.
Upstairs was Cheng Mo Su's room. With only a small lamp lit, she was flipping through a poetry collection under the soft yellow light. The night was particularly tranquil, with tree shadows swaying and the fragrance of flowers wafting through the air, full of charm.
"Miss Cheng, why are you still reading at this late hour?" Xiao Jing said casually while tidying up the desk.
"Oh, I have nothing to do, just browsing."
"Oh, I just saw Young Master return and thought he had taken you out for dinner," Xiao Jing replied with a smile. "It seems that wasn't the case. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare something for you."
Cheng Mo Su was taken aback. Shaoyi was back? How did she not know… Feeling anxious, she asked, "He... he’s back? Where is he?"
Xiao Jing was momentarily stunned and answered honestly, "When Young Master returned today, you and Mr. Xiao were chatting in the other courtyard. He asked me where you were, and I told him you were in the other courtyard. Then he went over... didn't you see him?"
Cheng Mo Su's heart sank. Her water-colored eyes held a hint of sadness. He came back; why did he leave so suddenly? Could it be… Suddenly realizing, she thought it must be because he saw her embrace with Brother Zuo, so…
She bit her lip, feeling frustrated that fate always played tricks on her.
"Xiao Jing, please prepare the car for me. I want to go to the command center."
Inside the command center, Shangguan Shaoyi was engaged in back-to-back meetings, finalizing various military plans. The command center at night carried a chill; everyone wore stern expressions and their eyes were cold. Cheng Mo Su stepped into this unusually cold place on a summer night, each step feeling fragile.
Deputy Officer Shen noticed her and frowned, blocking her path. "Miss Cheng, please wait. Young Master is currently in a meeting; it’s not appropriate for you to disturb him." He looked at Cheng Mo Su before him—her hair slightly pinned up, dressed in a plain qipao, with delicate features that seemed no different from usual but carried an indescribable feeling that he couldn't quite place.
"I'll wait in the reception room, and please let me know when he finishes the meeting, Deputy Officer Shen." Her clear eyes held an unyielding stubbornness. Shen Mingliang looked at her and felt a surge of anger; he still believed that her father was responsible for General Shangguan's death and could not tolerate Cheng Mo Su lingering in front of him for more than a minute.
He replied irritably, "Then please do as you wish!"
Cheng Mo Su ignored Shen Mingliang's bad temper and smiled lightly, "Please lead me to the reception room, Deputy Officer Shen."
Shen Mingliang rolled his eyes at her, "This way, please."
Her delicate fingers brushed against a budding flower, feeling extremely depressed. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Shaoyi, yet she was shrouded in suppressed emotions, making it difficult for her to interact with him as freely as before. After waiting for a while longer, the night grew deeper, and she felt utterly exhausted. Unable to withstand her drowsiness but still waiting for Shaoyi to arrive, she forced herself to stand up and paced back and forth in the room to shake off her fatigue.
After waiting a bit longer, she could no longer hold on. She glanced outside and saw that the lights in the meeting room had been turned off. Panic surged within her as she hurried out but was stopped by Shen Mingliang again. She frowned slightly and said, "Deputy Officer Shen, the meeting is over. Why are you stopping me?"
Shen Mingliang did not look at her and casually replied, "The Young Marshal doesn't want to see you."
Cheng Mo Su clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the pressure. Her water-like eyes were cold and devoid of any ripples. "Is it he who doesn't want to see me? Or is it you, Deputy Officer Shen, who doesn't want him to see me?" Her tone was unusually stern, with pent-up anger rising slowly within her, nearing a breaking point.
Shen Mingliang felt his face flush at her question but refused to back down. With confidence, he said, "Yes! I don't want him to see you. There's an old saying that beauty brings disaster; I think that's exactly the case! Whenever the Young Marshal encounters anything related to you, he becomes completely unprincipled! Even regarding the revenge for his father's death..." He suddenly shut his mouth mid-sentence, realizing that the Young Marshal had instructed him not to disclose this matter to Cheng Mo Su.
"Revenge for his father's death? What revenge for his father's death?" Cheng Mo Su found those words particularly jarring, as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out.
Since words once spoken are like water thrown out—impossible to take back—she decided to finish what she started!
Shen Mingliang glared at her and said, "Hmph! Do you know who provided arms to Lin Hongyao back then?"
Su Xiumei frowned tightly, her water eyes filled with disbelief and panic. An ominous premonition surged in her heart as she bit her lip and said, "Who is it? It can't be my father, right?"
"Hmph." Shen Mingliang scoffed, his eyes wide open. "It's your dad! He provided Lin Hongyao with money for arms, which gave Lin Hongyao the confidence to blow up the plane! Everything is your father's fault! Everything!"
Everything...
Su tightly bit her lip, suddenly feeling a pain spreading from her heart. This unexpected hurt left her utterly defenseless. It was not unreasonable for her father to provide arms, but he had indirectly destroyed General Shangguan, which was an undeniable fact. Now that she knew about this matter, how was she supposed to face Shaoyi?
"Miss Cheng, the Young Marshal has been extremely busy these past few days; he hasn't even had time to read the newspaper and doesn't know about your father's severing ties with you. But even if the ties are severed, you are still his daughter at the end of the day. Do you really think the Young Marshal can just not care?" Shen Mingliang stared at her intently, ignoring Su Chengmo's increasingly pale complexion as he continued speaking.
Her lips had lost sensation from being bitten, and although dawn was breaking outside the window, it couldn't penetrate the darkness within her. She shook her head, unable to imagine what kind of feelings Shaoyi would have when he accompanied her home for a visit—how much sadness was hidden behind his politeness towards her father.
Shen Mingliang snorted coldly and then said, "Also, do you know how Miss Rong died?"
She was taken aback, confusion filling her water eyes like mist. Her rose-colored lips trembled unconsciously as she replied, "This... it can't possibly be related to me, right?"
"It is you!" Shen Mingliang's voice rose by eight degrees, venting all his pent-up anger unexpectedly onto Su Chengmo. "You drove her to death! If you had agreed to share the Young Marshal with her, how could she have gone to Yun Yun to learn methods of seducing men? She wouldn't have been driven insane by Yun Yun's schemes; all of this stems from your selfishness!"
Su Chengmo felt darkness closing in around her; her fair cheeks flushed bright red like peach blossoms. Her water-colored eyes widened as tears silently stained her long eyelashes. She had no idea so many things had happened; the happiness that once seemed within reach was now drifting further away, dissolving into the air and slipping through her fingertips.
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