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The midday sun was already bringing a hint of heat, and the courtyard, once filled with the fragrant scent of flowers, was now beginning to fade. Cheng Mosu held a carved Porcelain Bowl in her hands, watching as Cai Deputy Officer brought people to cut down the Peach Blossom Tree outside. She couldn't help but lower her eyelids, her delicate fingers placing the Porcelain Bowl on the pure white tablecloth as she gently sat down.
Ruan Yu looked at the noodles in the bowl, his brow twitching. "You... you only want me to eat this?"
"Mm." She raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly. He fell silent, merely gazing at her sparkling eyes. Suddenly, he chuckled softly, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "I told you, as long as it's made by you, I'll eat it all."
She quietly watched him, her gaze drifting outside the window. Her voice was gentle. "Could you please ask Cai Deputy Officer not to cut down those Peach Trees? I really like the peach blossoms. If you have some free time another day, I can make you peach blossom pastries or peach blossom soup."
As he listened to her soft voice echoing in the air, he felt a trace of emotion stir within him. He always thought he had wasted his youth and only met her now; how could he bear to see her sad even a little? Yet...
He paused for a moment and said, "The poems about peach blossoms are too melancholic; I don't like them, so I want to cut them all down. Don't mention it again."
She smiled lightly, enjoying the fragrance brought by the peach blossom grove, which drowned out the fleeting passage of time. Raising her eyes to look at Ruan Yu, she said with a smile, "You're not a child anymore; why act so stubbornly? There are many poems about peach blossoms; why do you only remember this sad one?"
"Is that so? Tell me one. If there's one that makes me happy, I'll order not to cut down the trees." Ruan Yu said with interest, gazing at her.
She thought for a moment but suddenly recalled a poem. Time seemed to slow down as tears glimmered in her eyes. Looking up at him, she saw an illusory image of another person. "In the Book of Songs, there's one that goes: 'The peach trees are flourishing with blossoms; when the son returns home, he should have a suitable family.'"
He repeated it twice along with her and slowly understood its meaning. A smile crept onto his lips. "This one is quite good; much better than that sad one. We won't cut down this peach grove; we'll keep it so that in the future when I see it, I can also have a suitable family with you."
She fell silent again. The pink grove should have been filled with a romantic fragrance; instead, she found herself lost in an unspoken loneliness. He looked at her, unsure of what she was thinking, feeling as if she had drifted further away from him. A pang of pain struck his heart, leaving him without an appetite.
Cheng Mosu came back to herself and quietly stared at him. "Why aren't you eating? Is it really that you don't like this kind of clear broth noodles?"
He looked at the light colors in the Porcelain Bowl, then met her Water-colored Eyes, smiled, and picked up his chopsticks to eat. She smiled slightly, said nothing more, and quietly watched him until he finished eating. Then she handed him a napkin to wipe his mouth and said, "I see there are still some Cold Dishes in the Kitchen. Would you like to have some? After all, this noodle is too bland and probably not to your taste."
"No need." He met her clear gaze and suddenly curled his lips, reaching out to tousle her smooth hair. "I find it very tasty, really good. No need for anything else."
She did not shy away, looking at his narrow Eyes, slowly gathering her thoughts, not knowing what she was thinking about. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and said angrily, "Why do you always seem so lost in thought?"
She was taken aback for a moment, her eyes like autumn water and her brows like willow smoke. "I was thinking about how my father is doing. He must be missing me a lot."
"So you were thinking about Father-in-law." He calmed himself down, realizing he had been too sensitive, and smiled slightly. "Don't worry; I will take care of everything."
"Tomorrow... I want to go see him. Is that okay?" Her cheeks were beautiful and gentle, her Water-colored Eyes filled with a hint of expectation. He turned his gaze away from her, unwilling to shatter her hopes, and said, "Tomorrow won't work; I have to go to the Command Center. You can't go out. But don't worry; I will arrange for Cai Deputy Officer to personally escort him back to Shanghai."
She frowned slightly; Ruan Yu was indeed unfeeling. Since that was the case, she didn't bother to plead further and nodded. Seeing that his bowl was empty, she got up to clear the dishes. He felt a sinking feeling in his heart; her indifference made him feel particularly distant. A chill passed through him as he noticed her unintentional coldness. His narrow Eyes revealed a hint of clarity. "Mosu, don’t be sad; once we are married, I will accompany you to Shanghai to visit him. How does that sound?"
"Mm." She replied lightly, turning to leave with the dishes but was called back by him as he said, "You don't need to clean up the dishes; let Jiexiang do it."
"It's fine; I have nothing else to do anyway. Tidying up can help me calm my mind." Her voice was soft and gentle. For a moment, he didn't know what else to say and let her be.
When Jiexiang saw her carrying the dishes into the Kitchen, she was taken aback and hurried over. "Young Mistress, you're going to exhaust me! If Young Master sees this..." She instinctively glanced outside but didn't see Ruan Yu's figure and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll wash them; Young Mistress should go back and take a nap."
"I can't sleep; I'll just watch you here." She said lightly. The hibiscus flower earrings on her small ears swayed gently with her movements. Seeing that she had made up her mind, Jiexiang stopped persuading her and let her daydream on the side.
Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "Where is Miss Gu? Where has that Miss Gu gone?"
Jiexiang raised her eyes and placed a layer of Fragrance on the Porcelain Bowl, and the room fell silent. She glanced at Cheng Mosu's features; initially, she thought Cheng Mosu did not like the Young Master, but it seemed that was not entirely true. Sighing, she felt a headache coming on and decided it was better to speak the truth, "Miss Gu has been driven away by my Young Master."
Cheng Mosu sighed, thinking to herself that it was indeed as she suspected. Ruan Yu was truly unkind; whenever something displeased her, she would treat those around her in such a manner. In this light, Ruan Yu was actually quite good to her.
Jiexiang observed her expression and thought that Cheng Mosu was indeed gentle and polite, elegant and serene. Gaining some courage, she asked, "Young Mistress, do you like the Young Master?"
She fell silent for a moment and did not respond, only shaking her head lightly. Jiexiang immediately felt confused, "But Young Mistress, since you are trapped here by someone you do not like, why can you remain so calm?"
She smiled lightly, her Water-colored Eyes rippling slightly. "Fate is created by oneself; one's appearance is born from the heart. All things in the world are transformations; if the heart is unmoved, all things remain still. If the heart does not change, all things do not change."
"What does that mean?" Jiexiang did not understand. A cold voice suddenly came from behind them. They turned to see a sinister look in the Narrow Eyes. "Cheng Mosu, do you mean that your heart belongs solely to Shangguan Shaoyi? No matter what situation you encounter, it will never waver even slightly? And to me, it is merely a distant act of charity."
He drew his sidearm and pointed it directly at her Sun acupoint. "Then I will kill you so that you can accompany me forever!"
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