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On this Earth, contrary to the usual routine of recent days, an attack was launched against Shangguan Wangyu's Battleship.
However, it was merely a Moth drawn to the flame.
Shangguan Wangyu looked at the battle that lasted only a minute and disdainfully remarked, "Perhaps fear has left them at a loss."
Yet he was unaware that in a corner, a mech had already departed from Earth and their sight, heading towards a more distant planet.
Soon, Jufeng's army had arrived at the Galaxy System. Although not all of his forces were present, it was enough to confront Shangguan Wangyu.
Jufeng had yet to devise a plan to deal with Shangguan Wangyu, as the leverage he held was too significant.
Suddenly, Tong Bailong knocked on the door of the stargazing room and entered with a woman, presenting her before Jufeng.
The woman appeared weary, clearly having endured much toil in recent times.
However, upon seeing Jufeng, it seemed as if all her fatigue melted away.
She did not rush into his embrace but simply gazed at him.
Tong Bailong often lacked a certain finesse in such matters, but fortunately, before bringing Mu Shu here, Politeness had advised him on a few things.
Thus, Tong Bailong turned and exited, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Above them was the starry sky, creating an exceptionally beautiful scene.
Jufeng found himself reflecting on when he first began to see the girl before him in a different light.
She was a fairly attractive young woman, with a ponytail and wearing jeans, her ordinary attire reminiscent of a Country Girl. Her skin was relatively smooth, but when compared to Claudia's fair and radiant complexion, she seemed somewhat lacking. Jufeng repeatedly searched his memory, confirming that he had never encountered this girl before. So why had she come to visit him specifically?
Before understanding her intentions, Jufeng was not accustomed to treating anyone with courtesy, especially someone who exuded an air of calm detachment. Anyone with desires had weaknesses, while those who were free of wants were much harder to deal with.
Just like the Three Hundred Buddhas.
Jufeng asked lightly, "What brings you here, miss?"
As Romain assessed her, the Country Girl was also sizing up the young man who was currently in the spotlight. With her usual critical eye, she noted that this arrogant young man was no different from those spoiled rich heirs. How could someone like him, merely a decorative figure, possibly have the ambition to conquer vast territories and personally lead the charge against the Three Hundred Ascetic Monks in the Northwest?
She found it puzzling but did not want to waste time pondering the reasons behind it. She knew there was a problem at hand, and all she needed to do was step forward to resolve it.
So she got straight to the point and replied, "I am Mu Zhongde's daughter. I hope you can leave some room for the Unification Alliance."
Mu Zhongde's daughter! Upon hearing her straightforward declaration, Jufeng began to scrutinize this Country Girl-like woman once more.
This matter had suddenly become interesting.
Jufeng paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "Did Mu Zhongde send you?"
The girl shook her head, her ponytail swaying back and forth in mid-air. "He is he, and I am I. Besides, he has already been captured by you. Our negotiation has nothing to do with him."
Jufeng murmured the word "negotiation" to himself and then smiled as he asked, "Since it's a negotiation, you must have some bargaining chips to offer. Otherwise, asking me to let the Unification Alliance off the hook based solely on your word seems a bit unreasonable."
The woman answered without hesitation, clearly having anticipated Jufeng's question before arriving. Her response was clean and devoid of any emotion.
"The condition for the exchange is that I will be your woman."
Jufeng reacted quite differently to her answer; he scoffed lightly and then burst into hearty laughter. The intensity of his laughter caused pain to radiate from his wounds.
As his laughter subsided, he began to grimace, indicating that his injuries were not trivial.
Claudia stood up and gave Jufeng an exasperated look, gently brushing his chest to alleviate his discomfort.
After a moment, Jufeng felt somewhat better. He seized Claudia's fair-skinned hand and pulled her into his embrace with a bit of force.
Claudia, dressed in shorts and a shirt, was about to protest but remembered that Jufeng was injured. A slight misstep could aggravate his wounds, so she relented and allowed him to hold her, calmly absorbing the masculine aura emanating from him.
With Claudia in his arms, Jufeng wore a teasing smile and looked at the "Country Girl." "Do you think you have more femininity than her?"
His words were not subtle; anyone with a modicum of emotional intelligence could grasp the underlying meaning. With a captivating woman like Claudia nearby, it was clear that the woman's conditions were insufficient to sway Jufeng.
The woman glanced at Claudia and calmly stated, "I am still a virgin and promise that you will be the only man in my life."
This statement was quite cutting; however, Claudia did not get angry. She had already been caught in bed with Jufeng —what was there left to be coy about? Instead, she found the Country Girl's mindset rather naive. In today's society, who still clings to the notion of chastity as a virtue?
Yet Jufeng couldn't find humor in it. He began to seriously contemplate what the woman had said. Someone who could approach such matters with such seriousness was certainly not ordinary, much like Star.
Jufeng gently patted Claudia's arm, prompting her to rise from his embrace, though there was a hint of reluctance in her demeanor. She intended to squat down and continue massaging his legs but was instead pulled down onto the sofa beside him.
Jufeng adjusted his posture slightly, realizing that leaning at an angle was quite uncomfortable. He suppressed a playful expression and asked, "May I ask your name?"
"Mu Shu," she replied, "the delicate shadow of the willows reflected in the clear water."
Jufeng savored the name, feeling a sense of calm. A woman who loved plums could indeed take her purity so seriously.
...
Love is often a fleeting attraction, and Jufeng admitted that he had liked this girl from the moment he saw her. There was nothing vulgar about it; Mu Shu was fresher than anyone else.
As for love, that should be reserved for Youzucheng.
...
The door was only wide enough for one person to pass through at a time, making it inevitable that Mu Shu and Jufeng would soon brush shoulders.
However, at the last moment, Jufeng slightly turned to the side, allowing Mu Shu to go ahead.
This was unusual because everyone knew that Mu Shu was Jufeng's woman—a fact as unchangeable as stone, weathered by time. In the narrow confines of Underworld, no man would yield to a woman, and no one of lower status could act so casually or even arrogantly.
Yet Jufeng did not mind, as today was Mu Shu's territory; this was Mu Zhongde's home. In other words, the matters of Underworld ultimately became family affairs, and Jufeng, as the son-in-law, clearly had not yet integrated into this family.
However, Jufeng was not without response because he had made a promise to Mu Zhongde before the rain began.
There is a saying in the Bible: How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word.
Jufeng deeply agreed with this.
So when Mu Shu walked past him, he softly uttered a few words.
"I promised him to let that poor woman live out her remaining days in peace."
Mu Shu was taken aback by his words, and her expression quickly turned somewhat lost. She asked in a questioning tone, "Is that woman pitiful, but I am not?"
Such a direct and blunt question left Jufeng at a loss for how to respond.
After a moment of silence, he could only sigh softly and answer from a different angle, "Since we are all pitiful people, why must we make things difficult for each other? You still have more than half of your life ahead of you, but she will face despair for the rest of her days once she leaves this room. Why must it be so?"
"Is that how you calculate it?" Mu Shu's brows knitted together, her expression growing increasingly desolate.
"My twenty years of despair and helplessness against her thirty years of happiness and joy—how do we account for these? How do we measure them? I can let her go and enjoy wealth and comfort in her later years, but who will grant me the same for my childhood, my youthful days?"
Each word struck like the torrential rain falling outside, each drop hitting Jufeng's heart, leaving him unable to refute her.
The woman inside the house and the woman outside were both part of Mu Zhongde's last wishes, yet at this moment, they seemed as different as fire and water.
Jufeng thought for a moment; there was no way to calculate this debt. Even a fair judge would find it difficult to resolve family matters, let alone him.
Yet he knew he had to make some effort. He understood that for Mu Shu, not forgiving Zhao Yani would only leave her trapped in resentment for a lifetime. Therefore, Zhao Yani being alive was beneficial for Mu Zhongde, Mu Shu, and even Jufeng at this moment.
So Jufeng simply said one more thing.
"But you still have me."
"Boom!" The thunder roared, seemingly drowning out Jufeng's words.
However, Mu Shu's figure trembled, proving that she had still heard the content.
...
Now, she was back in front of her meal, and it felt so good.
"You've come."
"Yes, I've come."
(To be continued)
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