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Cheng Mosu looked at him with clear, water-like eyes. Her fair skin had a hint of pure rosy flush, and the corners of her lips gently curved into a light smile. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "What? Do you think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
She shook her head, her water-colored eyes remaining unchanged, with her dark hair cascading down to her waist and her forehead smooth as jade. Her rose-colored lips were particularly vibrant and glossy, and her long, delicate eyelashes slowly fluttered. He felt a pang in his heart and gradually tightened his finger on the trigger. Jiexiang was already frightened; she knew very well that the Young Master was serious this time!
Jiexiang knelt on the ground with a thud, her voice tinged with a hint of crying, "Young Master, please don't be angry. It's all Jiexiang's fault for asking these questions. The Young Mistress does have feelings for you; I can assure you she does!"
"You better have some use for that assurance. I want to hear it from her own mouth." The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at her forehead, his narrow eyes close enough to see every detail. Her mood became increasingly calm; the heart that had once been filled with bitterness felt transparent in this moment of coldness. Born without interest in life, there was nothing to fear in death; the painful obsession only gave her a headache.
She looked at him and said slowly, "When I was young, my father took me to pay respects to a Buddha. That master gifted me a book, and many of its teachings seemed instantly clear to me. However, the master said I lacked the affinity for Buddhism. Although I could understand, I couldn't let go; my obsession would ultimately become the root of my destruction."
He gazed at her snow-white skin; the plain qipao she wore seemed to merge with her body, making her appear like an ethereal fairy. She smiled again and continued, "The Buddha said there are eight sufferings in life, two of which are inability to let go and unfulfilled desires. Don't you think we are also like this?"
"What do you want to say? Talking about Buddhism with me is pointless," Ruan Yu narrowed his slanted eyes. A person like him who had killed so many and committed countless sins surely wouldn't believe in Buddhism; it was truly laughable.
"What I mean is, just pull the trigger. Death would be an end to everything, and I could finally let go of my obsessions." She closed her water-colored eyes, appearing fearless. At that moment, he realized how much he cherished this elegant tranquility. After a long silence, he heard her gentle voice saying again, "To die by your hand would be enough for me."
He was taken aback and slowly withdrew his gun. From childhood to now, he had thought that tranquility was a sign of weakness; he had fought against everything to prove his unwillingness to be lonely. Yet behind this facade of prosperity lay everyone's fear of him. Whether he did good or bad deeds, all he could see were the obedient expressions on people's faces.
"Mosu, do you have even a little bit of affection for me?" He looked at her delicate fingers and spoke softly.
Cheng Mosu paused for a moment before replying in a soft tone that flowed into his heart, "I trust you and believe you are not bad. No matter how you treat others, you have always been good to me; I am very grateful for your care. If we talk about liking someone, then yes, I do like you—but not in that way. I'm not in good spirits and easily fatigued; once my heart is given away, I don't want it back. The one I love is only that one person; as for others, I can only say I'm sorry."
He let out a cold laugh and took a few steps back. "If that's the case, why don't you go back to him?!"
"I've explained this to you before," Cheng Mosu thought to herself, realizing how forgetful this person was. She had to repeat, "Because he now has his own life and family, I don't want to disturb him anymore."
"Isn't love about possession? If you returned to his side, how could things have turned out so messy?" He looked at her calm countenance, unable to understand the actions of Cheng Mosu and Shangguan Shaoyi. If they truly loved each other, how could they tolerate the existence of another person beside them?
Cheng Mosu's rose-colored lips slowly formed a smile as she tucked a playful strand of hair behind her ear. "The premise of love is mutual respect. I respect his life, and he respects my decisions. The most important thing is the consideration we have for each other."
Her words left him with no room for rebuttal, and he didn't fully understand them. He merely pondered with his narrow eyes for a moment before turning away from her. His tall figure stood straight as he took a step forward, his indifferent voice echoing in her ears, "I'm going back to rest. You do as you please."
Her sparkling gaze followed his figure as it gradually faded away, her eyes becoming even clearer under the sunlight. Jiexiang quickly straightened up and exclaimed, "Young Master treats you differently! Usually, if anyone provokes him, he would definitely kill that person. But you managed to make him hold back during his anger; he truly cares for you!"
She glanced at Jiexiang and asked with a smile, "Jiexiang, how long have you been by his side?"
"Well, I came here when I was ten, so it's been ten years now." Jiexiang was also perceptive; hearing Cheng Mosu start the conversation, he already knew what she was going to ask next. Before she could speak, he added, "At that time, Master and Young Master, Third Young Master were all here."
"Third Young Master?" She frowned slightly. "Does he have a younger brother?"
"Yes." Jiexiang lowered his voice. "Master dotes on Third Young Master the most. I remember Third Young Master was the most talented among the three brothers; he excelled in both literature and martial arts. If it weren't for his young age, Master would definitely have let him inherit the leadership position. But after that incident happened, Third Young Master also went missing. Many people speculate that it might have been Young Master's doing."
Cheng Mosu nodded, looking at the bright room, wondering if enough sunlight could dispel the darkness in her heart. Seeing her expressionless face, Jiexiang cautiously asked, "Young Mistress, are you afraid of Young Master?"
She paused for a moment and smiled. "Not afraid; why do you ask?"
"We're all quite afraid of Young Master too; we're worried he'll take out his anger on us." Jiexiang chuckled lightly. "But since Young Master treats you so well, you really shouldn't be afraid. Actually, ever since you arrived, Young Master's temper has improved a lot; he even smiles at us occasionally. We privately say it's because of you. If you could stay here permanently, perhaps Young Master would eventually change."
Cheng Mosu smiled lightly and sighed. It seemed that these girls regarded her as a savior, hoping she would enlighten that stubborn person. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile, "Alright, enough said. If you keep talking, he'll hear you and get angry again."
Jiexiang responded and escorted her back to her room. Just as she closed her eyes to take a short nap, she heard some commotion coming from the next room. She couldn't help but focus, listening to Ruan Yu's powerful voice coming through intermittently, "Are you sure that person is Ruan Ke?!"
"Yes, please have the Young Commander prepare for battle quickly. Ruan Ke is currently leading troops from the southwest. Even before reaching the northwest, many brothers have already been swayed by him and there has been a rebellion. Young Commander, you cannot take this lightly. Please make arrangements quickly!"
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