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When Will the Yearning End?
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Mo Changqing hurriedly made his way to the side courtyard upon hearing the news.
What met his eyes was Liu Yan, whose left cheek was already treated with ointment. A gruesome gash snaked from her forehead to the edge of her lips, much of her flesh rolled back. The once stunningly beautiful face was now marred beyond recognition.
The doctor trembled as he prepared to bandage her wounds, but Liu Yan abruptly pushed him away.
She tilted her head back, staring intently into Mo Changqing's eyes, her grip on the hairpin tightening unconsciously. The bloodstain on the tip of the pin glimmered ominously in the dim light.
Mo Changqing deliberately avoided her gaze and turned to the doctor, asking, "Will this injury leave a scar?"
Before the doctor could respond, Liu Yan let out a cold laugh. "No scar? Then I'll make another cut. You can try to see if you can treat it faster than I can inflict it!"
Mo Changqing's expression darkened suddenly, his thick brows knitting tightly together.
After sending all the servants away, he trembled with rage and swept a porcelain vase off the table, which shattered on the floor with a sharp crash that echoed in the room.
"What do you want from me?! Or do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?" His voice was laced with barely contained fury.
"You certainly would," Liu Yan said softly as she traced the bloodstain on her face with a bitter smile. "But you wouldn't want to."
Her words struck Mo Changqing like a sharp dagger, hitting directly at his vulnerability. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes.
Liu Yan slumped into a chair, reaching for the cool tea resting on the edge of the table. She tilted her head back and drank it all in one go; the icy liquid slid down her throat, bringing her a momentary sense of calm.
"I heard you are getting married?" Liu Yan raised her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering lightly.
Upon hearing this, Mo Changqing raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Liu Yan as if trying to discern the emotions behind her words from her expression.
Liu Yan smiled leisurely, a hint of mockery in her tone. "And what about me?"
Mo Changqing's pinky finger trembled slightly within his sleeve, a bitter taste rising in his throat as he struggled to speak. "Liu Yan, this is an imperial marriage. I... am not in control of my own fate."
"If Liu Luo were here, would you answer her the same way?"
Liu Yan's eyes turned red as she raised her hand to gently brush away the medicinal powder from her wound, revealing a stark crimson mark beneath. Gripping the hairpin tightly, its sharp tip pressed firmly against her face, she declared resolutely, "Either marry me as a legitimate wife, or I will ruin this face!"
The servants, ever quick to adapt to the winds of change, rushed to attend to the new master upon hearing of his arrival, leaving Liu Yan alone in that desolate place.
Once upon a time in Qi Yang City, the Liu family was only second to the Mo family of East City. However, last month, the entire Liu family was implicated in the Proposed Grain Case.
Since then, the Mo clan monopolized the official roads and smoothly became the top grain merchant of Da Qing.
Rumors spread like wildfire; yet the claim that the new head of the family, Mo Changqing, conspired with the court to frame the Liu family took flight swiftly throughout the streets and alleys. Soon after, news broke that two daughters of the Liu family had hanged themselves in prison, pushing these rumors to a fever pitch.
Upon learning this news, Mo Changqing was frantic and immediately bribed the prison guards in an attempt to rescue Liu Luo. But when he arrived at the prison, it was already too late.
He held Liu Luo's cold body tightly in his arms within that cell, refusing food or drink for days on end, his gaze hollow as if his very soul had been extracted.
As Qi Yang approached Miaojiang, the practices of witchcraft and sorcery were not uncommon in this area. After receiving a tip, Mo Changqing hurriedly sent someone to find an elder who could summon souls.
It was said that as long as the first seven days had not passed, one could call back the spirit of the deceased at the place where they originally died.
The elder used all his skills, and Liu Luo finally stirred awake.
However, as soon as she opened her mouth, Mo Changqing was taken aback. This voice, this tone—it was clearly the spirit of Liu Yan. The Liu Luo he deeply loved had long since lost her soul and could never awaken again.
Yet, the deceased Liu Yan had taken over Liu Luo's body.
But Liu Yan was right; as long as she bore Liu Luo's face, Mo Changqing could not bring himself to harm her.
After a moment of silence, Mo Changqing lowered his hand from his forehead, let out a soft sigh, and conceded, "As you wish."
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