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Unintentionally, a month had passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, her emotions fluctuated greatly; she could only follow his news through the newspaper. Even the slightest mention was enough for her to ponder over it for days, breaking down the sentences into words and then piecing them back together, which allowed her to find a bit of peace.
"Young Mistress!" Xiao Jing rushed over in a panic. They had moved back to the villa arranged by the Shangguan Family in New Beicheng. With only two people living in the large room, Xiao Jing's voice echoed clearly in the air.
Suddenly, her heart stirred, her pupils tightening as she stood up eagerly. "What is it? Is there more news?"
"Yes." Xiao Jing's face was flushed, her eyes sparkling, and her lips involuntarily curved upward. "Young Mistress, the young master and his team have won! They successfully reclaimed two provinces! If we calculate the time, they should be back tomorrow!"
She couldn't help but smile lightly, joy radiating from her fair face. The light blue curtains were lifted by a gentle breeze, brushing against her snow-white skin. The lingering glow of the sunset reflected in her water-colored eyes, adding warmth to their clarity.
Safe return—her heart was filled with these four words at that moment.
"Young Mistress," Xiao Jing called her, bringing her back to reality. She hurriedly asked what was going on, only to see Xiao Jing's smile overflowing with excitement. "Young Mistress, there's a call for you; it's from the young master."
Her water-colored eyes sparkled with joy and happiness as she reached for the phone. The corners of her lips hinted at a shallow dimple, but her voice caught in her throat and wouldn't come out. After a while, she managed to say, "Hello."
The voice on the other end poured into the corners of her heart like sunlight. She smiled brightly; although his voice sounded slightly tired, it carried a sense of relief and an almost imperceptible tenderness. "Mo Su."
"Mm."
"Wait for me."
"Okay."
A simple conversation could not calm the turmoil within her. She was momentarily stunned, as the worries and heartaches of the past month surged to the forefront of her mind. The facade of strength she had maintained began to crumble at the sound of his voice. She trembled slightly, her delicate fingertips quivering, when a cheerful female voice came through the phone.
“Cheng Mosu, it's your sister. We are celebrating with the generals from the Three Provinces tomorrow, and you need to attend. Make sure to dress up nicely.” She responded with an acknowledgment and wanted to say more, but heard the dial tone on the other end, which made her smile involuntarily before she hung up. Her gaze drifted into the distance; tomorrow was almost here.
She couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning, and surprisingly found herself smiling. That smile held a long-awaited joy and a sense of relief at seeing him safe in Wuyang. Deciding to wake up early, she pulled back the curtains, letting the soft sunlight spill onto her delicate toes, bathing the entire room in a warm hue.
She tiptoed out of her room, thinking that Xiao Jing would still be asleep at this hour, only to find Xiao Jing efficiently tidying up the room. She couldn't help but smile. “Xiao Jing, you're up early too.”
Xiao Jing paused for a moment. “Young Mistress, aren't you going to sleep a little longer?” Then she realized, “I didn't sleep last night; you must be like me.”
She smiled lightly, her eyes cast down to the floor as her fingers glided along the staircase railing. “The Shangguan Family is holding a party tonight. Do you have a formal dress, Xiao Jing?”
“Me?” Xiao Jing pondered for a moment. “Can I use the dress I wore for my wedding?”
Cheng Mosu leaned against the staircase, absentmindedly tracing the carved patterns with her fingertips that felt cool to the touch. “Deputy Officer Shen should have made you several outfits by now.” She took the fabric from Xiao Jing's hands and said with a smile, “I'll clean this room; you go check my room for any dresses you like. Just borrow one for now; when we have time later, I'll take you to the tailor for a few new ones.”
“How can I…” Xiao Jing's eyes widened in surprise. “I'm just a servant; how can I casually wear Young Mistress's things? And trouble you to make me dresses…”
“Xiao Jing, I've never seen you as just a maid,” she replied with a bright smile and shining eyes. “Back then at the Shangguan Family, I was often neglected, but you treated me sincerely. Since then, I've felt a special connection with you. Besides, you're now Madam Shen and still helping out at Shangguan Family; I'm grateful enough as it is. A few dresses are nothing to worry about.”
“Yes.” Xiao Jing stopped refusing and nodded graciously. The two exchanged smiles, and Cheng Mosu glanced out at the scenery before saying, “Hurry and pick something out; time passes quickly, and evening will be here before we know it.”
As they busied themselves, the sun gradually faded from view. The sunset's afterglow illuminated every inch of land—solemn yet beautiful—as if this world were free from chaos and bloodshed, filled only with light and brilliance.
The heavy knocking accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset appeared in their lives. The two were momentarily stunned, their hearts filled with anxiety and surprise as they pulled back the curtain. Xiao Jing's eyes suddenly sparkled, turning into a dazzling gold under the sunset. Shen Mingliang reached out and embraced her; she leaned against his chest, her smile sweet.
Cheng Mosu stood behind them, smiling gently as she felt their happiness. After a while, Shen Mingliang finally released his wife, his dark skin showing a hint of redness as he awkwardly scratched his head. "Young Mistress, please don't laugh at me."
Xiao Jing also blushed slightly, moving away from Shen Mingliang's embrace, but his arm tightened around her, not allowing her to pull away even a bit. Cheng Mosu couldn't help but chuckle; it was unexpected to see Shen Deputy Officer being so gentle and considerate. Seeing Cheng Mosu's subtle smile made Shen Mingliang even more embarrassed. He scratched his head again and said, "Young Commander is already waiting at the banquet venue; we just need to pick up Young Mistress now."
She nodded and stepped onto the military vehicle, calming her racing heart, hoping the ride would be faster so she could see him sooner. Shen Mingliang naturally understood her thoughts and doubled the speed of the car, reaching their destination in no time.
He helped Xiao Jing and Cheng Mosu out of the car. Cheng Mosu gently bit her rose-colored lips and lifted her skirt as she walked into the house, stepping over the fountain and through the path, entering the hall under the moonlight.
Everyone's breath seemed to stop at that moment; laughter and chatter abruptly ceased, all eyes focused on her. She hadn't expected such a grand entrance. Her rose-colored lips formed an elegant smile, her cheeks becoming even more radiant as her clear, bright eyes searched for that figure in military attire.
Shangguan Shaoyi approached from behind her. As she searched diligently, he took hold of her delicate hand, startling her. In that fleeting moment, his clear and graceful gaze shifted from surprise to joy. The faint scent of gunpowder surrounded her tightly; she turned around to find his handsome features unexpectedly revealed before her eyes.
The mist clouded her water-like eyes as he hurriedly cupped her shy countenance and adjusted her pure white shawl. Leaning close to her ear, he lowered his voice, speaking tenderly only to her, "Cheng Mosu, I’m back."
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