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The sunlight was completely blocked by heavy emotions, and the words of the two Doctors buried her hopes deep within. The air around her began to fill with a dark atmosphere, as if she were submerged in a vast, dark sea where no one could be seen and no light could penetrate. She was left alone with the darkness, struggling to breathe.
"Cheng Mosu." She raised her gaze and saw the halo of light flickering in his deep eyes. It took her a moment to regain her composure, and she managed to smile at him.
"Cheng Mosu, are you okay?" Shangguan Yiting held her hand with concern. "I don't believe what those Doctors said. Your health may not be great, but I don't think it's bad enough that you can't have children. You and Lin are kind-hearted people; the world won't treat you so cruelly."
Shangguan Yiting's words surprised Cheng Mosu. Given Shangguan Yiting's past personality, she would have expected a lot of trouble, yet now Shangguan Yiting stood by her side, comforting her. This made Cheng Mosu feel somewhat unaccustomed. After considering her words carefully, she finally said, "Thank you, sister..."
Shangguan Yiting smiled silently and patted Shangguan Shaoyi's shoulder, whispering, "You take good care of Cheng Mosu; I'll head back to my room first."
In the large room, only the two of them remained, holding each other's hands. Cheng Mosu could no longer suppress the pain inside her; she wrapped her long, fair legs around herself and let the tears flow freely. Shangguan Shaoyi stood still like a statue, unsure how to comfort her. Suddenly, she stopped crying and held back her tears. She knew that Shaoyi must also be feeling bad at this moment; behaving this way would be inconsiderate.
His burning gaze fixed on her; his heart felt scorched by the sun, painfully hot. Watching her lips force a delicate smile made him feel suffocated. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, instantly filling his heart with a faint freshness. He held her tightly and said, "Cheng Mosu, I told you before: if we can't have children, we'll just take care of each other. Besides, I don't like kids anyway; they're too noisy and troublesome. Listen carefully: you are not allowed to leave me because of this."
She was taken aback. He wasn't afraid of being childless but feared losing her. Such feelings weighed heavily on her heart; how could she ever be worthy of his deep affection?
He gazed at her gentle and serene countenance illuminated by sunlight. "Don't think about these things anymore; your health can always improve."
"Mm." She didn't know what to say or whether to think too much about it; she simply responded softly, her eyes filled with melancholy.
He smiled gently, his gaze fixed on the depths of her eyes. "Alright, stop overthinking it. You should eat something; I need to go to the Command Center."
She smiled faintly without looking at him and simply said, "Okay, take care."
After he left, the room was filled with a light chill in the air. She didn't want to linger, so she set down her knife and fork and went back to her room.
"Mo Su." Shangguan Yiting waved at her from the staircase. Her gaze paused, a hint of unease slipping through her mind, but she still smiled calmly and approached Shangguan Yiting. Shangguan Yiting raised her crimson lips and took her hand, saying, "I feel like having some tea. Come keep me company."
The tea room was fragrant and warm. Shangguan Yiting wore a fitted water pink Qipao, with a red silk ribbon gently binding the ends of her slightly curled hair. Her lightly powdered skin appeared even more fair and delicate, and her eyes sparkled. Seeing Cheng Mo Su looking restless, she smiled and poured tea for her. Cheng Mo Su smiled faintly as she reached out to take it but couldn't hold it steady; the scalding tea instantly burned her delicate fingertips.
"How can you be so careless?" Shangguan Yiting hurried to find burn ointment. Cheng Mo Su smiled apologetically as she accepted the ointment and applied it carefully. However, she heard Shangguan Yiting sigh and say, "You really are something. I didn't expect you to be so afraid of me. You are now Consort Shangguan; do you think I could drive you away? Besides, I won't think about things the same way I used to."
Cheng Mo Su paused for a moment, raising her eyes to look at Shangguan Yiting's smiling face. "Does sister not care whether the Shangguan family has heirs?"
"Of course I care." Shangguan Yiting took a sip of hot tea and looked at her graceful demeanor, unable to help but smile. "You and he are still young; I believe your health will improve over time. But Mo Su, don't hold onto any false hopes; truly consider what you would do if you cannot bear children."
"I..." Her brows lowered as she stared at the teacup, her pale fingertips turning red from the burn, and the smile at the corners of her lips gradually faded.
"Actually, deep down you know that families like ours still place great importance on these old customs. After all, these things will need to be passed down to future generations to preserve our family legacy." Shangguan Yiting gazed steadily at her, knowing that with Cheng Mo Su's intelligence, she would understand her meaning. "Do you think he can love you forever? Don't you also feel that having a child would bring more peace of mind?"
Cheng Mo Su fell silent, hiding her inner unease as she looked at the peony embroidered on Shangguan Yiting's water pink Qipao. She stood up; the sound of her plain high heels rubbing against the air echoed softly. She bit her rose-colored lips and said, "Sister, give me some time to think it over."
She quietly returned to her room and picked up an art book. The vibrant colors clashed with her eyes, but ultimately she succumbed to the chaos of hues, painting over them with her own black and white.
It was unclear how long she had been staring like this when she felt the warm sunlight change direction and sink away, leaving a dark red hue outside the window. She glanced at the rosewood clock on her bedside table and sighed; she had spent an entire afternoon in a daze, her mind filled with buzzing sounds that made it impossible to think.
"Young Mistress, it's time for afternoon tea. A young lady has come to visit today."
Hearing the sound of Xiao Jing, she smiled lightly, reached out to tidy her hair that fell to her waist, lightly applied foundation, and her brows and eyes remained picturesque, though they subtly revealed some worry and anxiety.
After descending the stairs and seeing the visitor clearly, she couldn't help but tighten her emotions.
"Miss Xia, long time no see."
"Indeed, Consort Shangguan." Xia Yixiang smiled at her, not bothering with any pleasantries, and simply sat down on the sofa, holding the hot tea and taking a light sip.
"Oh, so you two know each other." Shangguan Yiting's gaze shifted between the two, "That's great; I won't have to bother introducing you."
"You should still introduce us. I know about Consort Shangguan, but Consort Shangguan doesn't know me." Xia Yixiang put down her teacup, her lips curving into a smile. "My name is Xia Yixiang. My father is a merchant from Feng Province, and Xiqin Hall is his property."
Xiqin Hall? Cheng Mo searched in her mind and vaguely remembered that it was the largest pharmacy in Feng Province. Xia Yixiang smiled at her, but that smile seemed to hide a sharp edge that could destroy her at any moment.
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