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She held an umbrella, dressed in a black suit, without any makeup, simply tying her hair up lightly. The sadness had faded from her demeanor, and she appeared calm and elegant. The fine raindrops fell on her fair countenance, silently shedding tears for her. Behind her stood rows of her father's former subordinates and friends, silently watching the tombstone as they offered a bouquet of white flowers.
"Cheng Mosu, my condolences." Huang Wei patted her shoulder. When she learned that Cheng Mosu was still alive, she was overjoyed, but now, facing the loss of a loved one again during their reunion, words escaped her. She looked up at Huang Wei and gave a faint smile, feeling as if this belated smile had taken centuries to arrive.
"Sister Su, don't be too sad." She slightly turned her gaze to assess Hang Tai, who still bore the same extravagant demeanor. Time had changed some people significantly while leaving others unchanged; Hang Tai belonged to the latter category. She nodded without saying more, as the gentle rain tapped against her heart, surrounding her with a sense of desolation.
The funeral concluded, and everyone knew she was still alive. This news would soon spread to the north, across the country, reaching the ears of the culprit responsible. She looked up at the sky as a wave of oppression hit her face; however, at that moment, she could not care less.
Nan Wan observed her water-colored eyes beneath long lashes and couldn't help but sigh. He feared that hatred would change a person; he worried that Cheng Mosu might stray further down a wrong path. He approached her side, placing his hand on her shoulder and softly said, "Girl, things are still unstable these days. The person who wants to kill you knows you are alive; they might send someone again. You should stay at my house for now and avoid any danger."
He was right. Based on what she knew about Jiang Yating, Jiang Yating would not rest until achieving their goal. Now that they knew she was alive, they would surely send someone to kill her again. The only one who could protect her now was Nan Wan.
After the funeral ended and everyone had departed, she got into the car with Nan Wan. Before long, they arrived at the Southern Family Residence. Nan Wan had some matters to attend to and instructed a maid to take care of her. She remained unchanged from usual, still wearing a polite smile as she slowly walked up the stairs to the guest room.
The light was obscured by pale curtains as she dismissed the maid and changed out of her black suit. Letting out a slight sigh, the tension in her body gradually eased. Struggling and feeling lost were signs of entering an endless abyss. She wished to accept fate with resignation; however, it was not so easy—after all, the deceased was her father!
She gazed at her gradually pale countenance in the mirror while listening to the sound of falling peach blossoms outside. What could be recalled—was it the hurried search or the soft whispers?
"Miss Cheng." A clear voice came from outside the door. She recognized it as that of the maid who had just guided her earlier and responded accordingly. The maid continued, "A lady wishes to see you; she is General Jiang's concubine."
She furrowed her delicate brows; why would Jiang Shanghao's concubine want to see her? At this moment, she did not wish to meet any member of the Jiang family. She shook her head and said, "Just tell her I'm resting and don't want to see anyone."
"Understood." The maid's footsteps gradually faded away as she sighed in relief but soon heard the maid return. "Miss Cheng, that lady said her name is Feng Yin and requests to see you."
Feng Yin? She shivered slightly, a hint of joy appearing on her face, but how did Feng Yin inexplicably become Jiang Shanghao's concubine? This left her puzzled. She whispered, "Please invite her in and let her wait for me in the Living Room. I'll be down shortly."
"Yes." The maid quickly responded and went down to bring Feng Yin. Feng Yin stood at the door, her intertwined fingers glistening with beads of sweat. Seeing the maid nod at her, she couldn't help but feel a weight lift from her heart and hurriedly said, "Thank you. Just now... when you told the young lady that someone named Feng Yin wanted to see her, what was her... um, expression?"
The maid didn't look at her, only replied with lowered eyes, "Just now I couldn't see Miss Cheng's expression through the door; I could only hear her tone, which seemed to be one of joy."
Feng Yin took a deep breath. She had thought that the young lady would never want to see her again and would not forgive her for going to the Jiang Family, but unexpectedly, the young lady's temperament remained as usual and likely wouldn't hold these matters against her. Following the maid into the Living Room, she was momentarily dazzled.
Cheng Mosu had changed into a silver-white Qipao, resembling elegant moonlight, clear streams, blooming Magnolia, and dewdrops in the morning. She didn't dare to look into those bright eyes or approach that faint Fragrance, only lowering her head to gaze at the floor, feeling somewhat lost and flustered.
Cheng Mosu smiled gently, her eyes filled with joy as she reached out to grasp Feng Yin, saying, "Is it really you?"
That familiar voice rang out again, causing her eyes to well up with tears. She hurriedly responded, "Yes, Miss, it's me. I am Feng Yin."
Cheng Mosu quietly examined her. Feng Yin hadn't changed much from before; she was just dressed more extravagantly than usual. However, Feng Yin's appearance was uniquely delicate like that of a Jiangnan woman, and wearing such luxurious clothing made her seem somewhat out of place. She gestured for Feng Yin to sit down.
"I am also staying at the Nan Family, so I can't properly entertain you; please don't mind." Her voice was soft and gentle as always. Unable to suppress the emotions within her any longer, Feng Yin's eyes shone with an undeniable sadness as she suddenly knelt before her. She quickly reached out to support Feng Yin, but Feng Yin remained like a statue, devoid of any emotion.
She bit her Rose-Colored Lips, her voice becoming a bit stern. "What are you doing? Get up quickly! When you were my maid before, I never made you kneel; why are you kneeling here now?"
"Miss, I'm sorry; just kill me!" Feng Yin looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. She was momentarily taken aback; her fair and delicate hand froze in mid-air as she looked at Feng Yin in confusion. Feng Yin continued, "Master is going to America, he dismissed us and gave me some money. However, I encountered bad people who spent all my money. At this time, Jiang Yating found me and said she could let me be a concubine in her family. I didn't understand at first, but... later I finally understood."
Cheng Mosu's clear eyes sparkled as her Rose-Colored Lips trembled slightly. "What did you understand?"
"Jiang Yating asked me to go to her house because I understand you, Miss. She once asked me what you usually wear and how you style your hair, and I taught her everything. She even used drugs to confuse Shangguan Shaoying, which is how she became pregnant. If I hadn't been foolish, Jiang Yating would never have been able to secure the position of Consort Shangguan, and you wouldn't have a home to return to."
She tightly closed her Water Eyes, and a fleeting thought crossed her mind. She could only hear Feng Yin's voice echoing in her ears, speaking about something that shocked her heart.
"Miss, Shangguan Shaoying came here with me; he is right outside the door. I came in first to tell you this matter exactly as it is, hoping you won't be angry with him. His heart has always only had you!"
She was taken aback, and her Water-colored Eyes widened instantly. Her gaze unconsciously swept to the sandalwood door; through the door panel, she seemed to sense his presence, so close yet so far away. A tear fell from her eye as she slowly walked toward that door.
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