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Shangguan Shaoyi had a striking appearance, with sharp features that carried a hint of cold determination. The passage of time had added a layer of depth to his profound gaze. He restrained his eyes, and the cigar in his hand burned quietly, emanating a chill that made his posture even more upright and his demeanor increasingly intense and extraordinary.
Zhang's Deputy observed his expression, unsure whether to repeat himself. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to act as if he hadn't heard and said again, “General Jiang wants you to call half of the Tax Police Corps to reorganize for the Central Army.”
“Exchange conditions,” he extinguished the cigar and said a few words indifferently.
“Oh, right.” Zhang's Deputy realized and hurriedly added, “The condition is that Young Commander will be appointed as the commander of the Central Army.”
“Deal.” His voice was cold and indifferent, fading along with the scent of the extinguished cigar in the air. Naturally, he was unwilling in his heart, but given the current situation, he had no choice.
Zhang's Deputy stood at attention and saluted before leaving but suddenly remembered something and turned back. “There’s a Meeting tonight…”
“Cancel it.” He didn’t even glance at Zhang's Deputy, only allowing a deep light to shine from his dark pupils. “Tonight is Ling Heng’s fifth birthday party; I need to go home.”
“Yes!”
At the Shangguan Residence, Ling Heng had just finished writing two calligraphy pieces. Feng Yin hurriedly fanned him; it was summer now, with intense Sunlight and high humidity making him uncomfortable. She looked at Cheng Mosu, feeling that the young lady hadn’t changed much; her complexion remained as fair as snow, her skin tender and delicate, even more radiant than the flowers outside and clearer than the stream.
Cheng Mosu looked at Ling Heng, who was sticking out his tongue, and couldn’t help but smile. “Are you done?”
“Yes!” Ling Heng handed his work to her and leaned closer. “Mom, when will Dad come back today?”
“He’ll be back in the evening.” Her Water-colored Eyes gently scanned his calligraphy, slightly furrowing her brow. “You rushed this part; why are you so impatient?”
He pouted in dissatisfaction, "It's so hot like this, how can I calm down?"
Cheng Mosu covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, gently tapping his forehead, "When the heart is calm, it naturally cools down." Seeing Ling Heng's incredulous expression, she laughed again, "Alright, go find Feng Yin and let her take you for some ice."
Ling Heng immediately perked up, clapping his hands and turning to cling to Feng Yin, "Aunt Feng Yin, my mom wants you to take me for ice!" Feng Yin affectionately ruffled his hair. Looking at Cheng Mosu, who nodded at her, she took Ling Heng's hand and smiled, "Let's go, Young Master, but we agreed that you can only have one bowl."
"Okay!"
Cheng Mosu smiled lightly, lowering her eyes to the ring on her ring finger. If life could go on like this every day, how wonderful it would be. But she understood that peace in this world was fleeting; when it reached its peak, it would inevitably be disturbed.
The door was slowly pushed open. She thought it was Feng Yin and Ling Heng returning for something they had forgotten. She turned back with a smile and was about to say, "Did you forget something again..." when she saw that handsome face. She paused slightly, lowering her gaze with a faint smile at the corners of her rose-colored lips. "Why do you come and go so silently? You startled me."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, looking at the clarity in her eyes. His bad mood lifted a little. "If you don't want me to come back, I might just leave."
"Hey." She quickly raised her eyes to meet his beaming smile. Her eyes turned slightly red as she playfully scolded him, "You always tease me for fun."
He pulled her into his embrace and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Today is Ling Heng's birthday, so I came back a bit early to avoid him saying I only remember you and not him."
She covered her mouth and laughed lightly, gazing at him as small ripples stirred in her heart, causing her water-colored eyes to shimmer with light. Shangguan Shaoyi watched her serene smile and couldn't help but be entranced, feeling as if that tenderness flowed like a stream through his heart, washing away any unpleasantness.
After chatting and laughing for a while longer, they painted together until Feng Yin finally brought Ling Heng back into the room. Seeing that Father had returned so early today made Ling Heng even more delighted as he dashed into Shangguan Shaoyi's arms, playfully punching and kicking him. The others just watched with smiles without needing to intervene.
"Alright, your punches and kicks are getting stronger." Shangguan Shaoyi didn't fight back; his dark pupils were filled with a gentle joy.
"That's right, I'm five years old this year, but I'm already a man. Dad, you can't bully me anymore!" Ling Heng said proudly.
Shangguan Shaoyi chuckled, "When have I ever bullied you?"
"If I say it is, then it is," Ling Heng insisted stubbornly, making it hard for him to counter. He hurriedly sent Ling Heng off to take a nap, but Ling Heng refused to go, insisting that "today is my birthday, so I get to make the rules." With a helpless smile, he allowed Ling Heng to continue his antics.
That evening, the Shangguan Residence was as bright as day, bustling with guests. Cheng Mosu rarely dressed up so elegantly; she wore a light pink embroidered qipao and adorned her neck with a pearl and jade necklace. She had beige gemstone earrings that swayed gently as she walked, exuding an air of delicate elegance and tranquility that softened the vibrant hues around her.
Shangguan Shaoyi was in military uniform, with several more medals on his collar, making his stature even more impressive. His jet-black eyes held a hint of coolness while exuding an extraordinary demeanor, reflecting boundless charm. Cheng Mosu held onto his arm, welcoming the arriving guests, while Ling Heng stood aside, resembling his father with a cool expression on his small face as he observed the crowd.
Ye Guanmei slowly pushed the door open, accompanied by Xia Yixiang, who had dressed up splendidly for the occasion. Although her figure was not particularly striking, the tailored qipao accentuated her curves beautifully. With lightly painted brows and captivating eyes, she raised her delicate wrist slightly, releasing a subtle fragrance.
Cheng Mosu frowned slightly and glanced at Shangguan Shaoyi, who shook his head and said calmly, "General Ye, I don't think I invited you..."
"How could Shangguan Shaoyi say such a thing?" Xia Yixiang interjected before Ye Guanmei could speak. "Shangguan Shaoyi is being too inconsiderate. My husband fought alongside you on the battlefield; while we may not be life-and-death friends, we should be close allies. Moreover, I am an old friend of Consort Shangguan. On this special day of Young Master Shangguan's birthday, how could you not invite us?"
Xia Yixiang initially directed her words at Shangguan Shaoyi but turned her gaze toward Cheng Mosu at the end of her statement, pausing slightly as a gentle smile concealed deeper intentions behind it.
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