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Cheng Mosu lowered her eyes, slowly peeling lotus seeds in her hands. Feng Yin sat across from her, watching her clouded eyes, feeling that her water-colored eyes had become ethereal and distant. She looked at Feng Yin and couldn't help but smile lightly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much, just that I feel you've been quite distracted these past few days," Feng Yin smiled. "The newspaper reported that your son-in-law has been successfully defending Ezhou, and the Japanese can't even enter the city. You should be happy."
"But as long as he doesn't come back at this moment, my heart will remain suspended." Her profile was beautiful and serene, but the faint sadness in her water-colored eyes was startling. She stood up and looked at the path in front of the residence; the autumn wind brushed against her face, bringing a few strands of light rain, while fallen flowers were ruthlessly cast down into the muddy earth.
She gazed at the withered branches, her expression changing from a faint smile to a frown, yet her heart remained suspended in mid-air. She sighed lightly and picked up a brush to paint; the tranquil aura condensed on her wrist as she depicted a scene of lakes and mountains. She set down her brush and ink, smiling lightly, as the sunlight obscured by dark clouds illuminated her delicate figure.
"Air raid alert!" Suddenly, sounds erupted from outside the window. The originally peaceful street became chaotic as a crowd rushed past. She exchanged a glance with Feng Yin and hurriedly embraced Ling Heng, retreating into their air raid shelter.
This month had seen several such bombings; she wondered where Shaoyi was now and how he was faring. By the time the barrage subsided, it was already evening. She and Feng Yin emerged from the shelter to prepare rice for dinner. Gently lifting the curtain, a faint fragrance wafted out of the window, buried beneath the smoke of gunfire.
Not far away came a piercing cry that stirred her heart, causing tears to flow down her cheeks. Another separation and loss; another fluttering of swallows and warblers. It was hard to tell whether it was pale pink or frail flowers.
In the middle of the night, she woke again to the sound of rain tapping against the window and faint cries reaching her ears. She draped a light purple shawl over herself and stepped into the courtyard to search for what was lost. The moonlight was just right; it was hard to imagine that there would be continuous bombardment. Lost but finding her way back, spring and summer had slowly drifted away.
She sighed as she looked at the swing that Shaoyi had made for her, now broken; her heart felt heavy with melancholy, prompting her to hurry back into her room.
The next day's newspaper prominently reported on Shangguan Shaoyi's second victory, successfully driving back the Japanese Army. Ezhou would no longer face gunfire and bombardment from now on. Upon learning of his return date, all citizens lined the streets to welcome him; Shangguan Shaoyi's reputation soared as he received praise for winning these two battles beautifully in military circles.
Feng Yin watched as she finished dressing up and smiled, "Miss, what are you waiting for? You should go greet your son-in-law!"
Her face flushed red as she shot Feng Yin a glare and stared at herself in the mirror; her fair complexion bore a faint blush that made her look endearing like peach blossoms. She smiled gently and said, "I'll just wait for him at home; I won't go out. With his current prestige, I don't know how many young girls will be eyeing him. If I went out, wouldn't that make those girls uncomfortable?"
Feng Yin couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Miss, what kind of idea is this? Son-in-law only has you in his heart; this is something everyone knows. Moreover, if there really is such a bold young lady, you should definitely keep Son-in-law close and not let her take a second glance."
She lowered her eyelids, about to say something, when Ling Heng tugged at her sleeve, his voice youthful, "Mom, I want to see Dad too..."
Feng Yin chuckled and said, "Look, even Young Master knows how to be clingy better than you."
Her face flushed even more; she gave Feng Yin a playful glare, then picked up Ling Heng and left the room, heading out to where the townspeople were welcoming them.
Shangguan Shaoyi rode his chestnut-colored horse at the front of the procession. His eyes were as black as ink, bright and piercing. The military uniform he wore made his already upright posture appear even more imposing. The rows of medals on his uniform glimmered under the sunlight. He scanned the crowd with a faint gaze, his lips pressed tightly together, exuding an air that was hard to approach.
She blended into the crowd, watching his commanding presence and noting how he had become even leaner with sharper features. A pang of bitterness struck her heart. His gaze searched through the crowd for something. In his arms, Ling Heng waved his little hand and shouted loudly, "Dad!"
In an instant, the crowd fell silent; everyone noticed how that cold gaze suddenly softened with warmth. He looked at her unadorned yet elegant countenance. Although she lowered her eyes, he could still see the joy in her water-colored gaze. He rode over and extended his palm toward her. She lifted her eyes, filled with grace. With a slight pull from him, she and Ling Heng nestled securely into his embrace. His chin rested on her head as he held her tightly, and the townspeople grew increasingly enthusiastic, shouting blessings.
Years ago, she left him due to the misunderstanding of the people; now those same people were blessing her. She raised the corners of her rose-colored lips slightly and found it somewhat amusing. It seemed he could read her thoughts as he chuckled softly in response.
"There's a celebration banquet tonight; my lady will accompany me," he whispered in her ear, his voice light and airy. She smiled gently and nodded. The two first returned to their residence to freshen up. Feng Yin and Ling Heng clung to Shangguan Shaoyi as they recounted stories from battles, while Cheng Mosu listened in but quickly excused himself when the tales became excessively violent.
At the celebration banquet, generals gathered together, and Ruan Yu was also present. All eyes were on these three individuals. There were rumors about Cheng Mosu having had a past relationship with Ruan Yu; everyone regarded this with curiosity. Furthermore, Cheng Mosu's miraculous recovery added much credence to these rumors.
Ruan Yu paid no mind to these speculations; neither did Shangguan Shaoyi or Cheng Mosu. The three exchanged no glances, leaving onlookers unable to discern anything unusual until eventually they treated it as if nothing had ever happened.
Ruan Yu held a cigar in his left hand and a transparent goblet in his right, gently swirling it around. The red liquid reflected a woman's countenance back at him. He set down the glass and looked at the newcomer—a woman with bright crimson lips, dark eyes, fair skin that carried an air of frailty.
"You must be Ruan Shaoshuai, right?" The woman asked directly without any courtesy.
He narrowed his elongated eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And you are?"
"I am General Ye Guanmei's wife. My name is Ye Xiayiang." Ye Xiayiang's brows danced with a fierce color.
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