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Later, Su Peijiu completely tuned out. Flower Mother looked at her with vacant eyes, sensing that she was tired again, so she automatically stepped back: "I'll prepare some dishes for you. That girl Hua Qian only knows how to make medicinal porridge..." She continued with some more words, but to the person on the couch, it was essentially silent.
Soon, the house returned to calm.
Many people came to see her; most were probably just there to watch the spectacle, like Qin Ran and Su Xingyan among others. However, there were some whose intentions she couldn't quite grasp when they came to deliver invitations, such as Qi Shen...
In fact, she had previously suspected whether he had sent assassins that night, but later realized that Duke Qi lived a rather simple life. Back then, she hadn't noticed any ambition in this prince.
Now, Su Peijiu didn't realize how foolish her thoughts would lead her to make mistakes in the future... Royal men are never indifferent.
It’s just a matter of who hides their true self better...
After thinking for a long time, she rubbed her slightly tense brow and then thought of Flower Mother's earlier mention of the Black-Clad Young Master, the rather unremarkable Black-Clad Young Master... Did she know him?
She chuckled lightly; it seemed that there weren't many around her who were unremarkable. But who was that person? Why would he save her?
Sigh... Perhaps it would be better to wait until her body felt a bit better. It might be due to kneeling for too long; it felt like her limbs below the neck were somewhat uncontrollable.
"Creak..." The door opened.
Su Peijiu looked over; the visitor was not Hua Qian but Qi Mo. He was dressed in black, his face partially revealed by a crescent-shaped long robe, with three thousand strands of hair completely enveloped in a black cloak. His exquisite features appeared even more handsome.
"Leave." Su Peijiu spoke without a second thought.
Qi Mo frowned: "Even if you don't want to see me, at least drink the medicinal porridge your servant prepared for you."
Only then did Su Peijiu notice that he was holding a steaming bowl of porridge. "Put it down; I'll eat it later."
"After a while, it will get cold." The man walked slowly towards the bed with the bowl of porridge. Before Su Peijiu could react, the blanket had already softened.
Startled, she immediately sat up, clutching her chest with her hands, her expression tense: "What are you doing?!"
"…I just want you to drink the porridge while it's hot. There's no need for you to be so nervous. No matter how hungry I am, I wouldn't harm someone who's sick," Qi Mo said, concealing the hurt in his eyes, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips, as if he were ridiculing Su Peijiu for being overly self-important.
"Put it over there; I'll eat it myself!" She tightly gripped the edge of the blanket, her nerves taut. The faint scent of orchids brought her back to the Flower Tree in the Su Family's backyard, where fragmented memories of torn skirts, desperate screams, and obsessive confinement lingered in her mind…
Qi Mo, Qi Yuchen… The person who once treated her with utmost gentleness even while scheming against her had changed; he had truly changed…
"Now you can choose: eat it yourself or let me feed you in another way," Qi Mo said with a good-natured smile as he placed the porridge on a chair beside him, watching Su Peijiu with a calm expression.
Su Peijiu did not hesitate: "I'll eat it myself." If she didn't eat, he would surely force her to finish the porridge in a more humiliating way. It was better to take the initiative than to endure that.
The porridge was a bit hot; she took a sip and burned her tongue. The man softly said, "Drink slowly; I'm not going to rush you." Su Peijiu looked at him strangely and realized that he seemed somewhat different today, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing particularly different about him.
She scoffed inwardly; even if he was different, what did it matter to her? Two people who were destined to either kill or be killed together had nothing left but conflict. Her feelings for him, her love… all had vanished like smoke under that afternoon sun.
The porridge was well-cooked and sweet, with a special aroma that was very appealing. After one sip, she found herself wanting another. By the time she finished the bowl of porridge, she still felt unsatisfied but was too embarrassed to ask Qi Mo for another bowl.
This should be the best porridge she had ever tasted…
After she finished the bowl of porridge, Qi Mo slowly stood up, removed his hooded cloak, and quietly watched her.
Su Peijiu asked curiously, "Why aren't you leaving now that I've finished?"
Qi Mo's gaze was complicated. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grasped her hand tightly, kneeling before her bed. His eyes turned an entire shade of Azure; his red lips pressed together without uttering a word.
Su Peijiu felt even more bewildered as she used her other hand to pry his hand away. In an instant, she widened her eyes at Qi Mo: "You..."
"…I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" The man only tightened his grip on her hand, hiding his head in his arm like a child.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and Su Peijiu felt something in her mind drifting away with the current. She knew what it was, but she still couldn't grasp it. Tears unconsciously fell from the corners of her eyes, slowly rolling down her cheeks.
"You are so selfish…" The tears fell onto the bedding. Water Eyes closed her eyes, her body leaning softly against the couch. The man in front of the couch pressed his face against her hand, watching her. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his voice hoarse: "…I'm sorry."
Leaning forward, he gently touched the glistening tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye, then brought his finger to his lips and licked it softly, smiling brokenly: "Bitter..."
Without those things, we have no reason to refuse each other anymore… Qin Ge, I miss you so much, I really miss you…
"Qin Ge, I miss you…" He gazed at the pale person beneath him and slowly lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead, then continued downward… to her nose… to her lips… After lingering on those lips for a long time, he finally got up, his hand stroking her soft hair, smiling painfully and tenderly.
"I'm sorry…" He loosened his grip, put on his hat and clothes, picked up a bowl, and walked toward the door…
The person on the couch, in a daze, vaguely saw a black figure disappear from the doorway, and then sunlight vanished from this world.
In the Crimson Kingdom, three years later, the renowned Prince Ping'an was sent by the current Your Majesty to Matang Mountain for reflection for one month.
When Su Peijiu woke up, it was already evening. Hua Qian had heated her medicinal porridge several times and finally waited for this ancestor to wake up again.
"Master of the Building, come eat something." Hua Qian approached with a plate. Su Peijiu touched her head and said: "Didn't I just drink some?"
Hua Qian looked puzzled: "No, Master of the Building just woke up now; when did you drink? Was it a dream?"
Su Peijiu touched her head. Hearing Hua Qian ask this made her mind go blank; she couldn't remember anything. Feeling a bit hungry, she waved her hand: "I'm hungry; hurry and let me eat something."
"Here it comes, I added a lot of things to the noodles today, including ginseng slices and..." Su Peijiu scooped a spoonful and put it in her mouth.
Hua Qian leaned in like an animal, "Is it good?"
"It's good, but it seems to be missing something..."
Hua Qian sniffed the porridge, "No way, I took my time cooking it. Could it be because it's been heated too many times?"
Su Peijiu playfully pushed her head aside, "It's delicious, the porridge you made must be good."
Only then did Hua Qian regain her smile, focusing intently on watching Su Peijiu eat the porridge, her eyes sparkling with light.
Though she said this, her heart always felt like something was missing, making Su Peijiu find the porridge somewhat tasteless. Seeing Hua Qian's expectant face, she forced herself to finish it all.
After finishing, she hugged the blanket while sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the space in front of her. A gust of wind blew in from outside, and she woodenly looked over, her hollow pupils fixating on a shower of pure white flowers in the night. What flowers were still blooming in this season? She didn't know; she only knew that on such a night, the next flower shower would be beautiful and ethereal—so beautiful that she almost cried...
"Master of the Building, why are you crying?" Hua Qian exclaimed in surprise.
It was only then that she came back to her senses and touched her cheek; it was cool. It turned out her eyes were more honest than her heart. She didn't know what this feeling was; it was as if she had lost something very important. This thing occupied most of the left side of her chest, yet she couldn't recall what kind of thing it was... No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember...
No matter how hard she thought... She seemed to have lost this thing and could never find it again...
Cradling her face in her hands, she transformed from silent tears into loud sobs, crying for that important thing she lost but didn't even know what it was...
Hua Qian stood beside Su Peijiu in panic, unsure of what to do. Finally, she embraced her gently, carefully patting her back. Her lips moved several times, but she didn't know what to say and could only hold her emotional master.
That night, someone cried for a shower of fallen flowers, someone clung to a past stubbornly, someone repented for a mistake, and someone hoped for a glimpse of the future...
This is the second day of Su Peijiu at Matang Mountain. She had spent the entire morning following the Nun from the temple, striking a wooden fish, leaving her body stiff and sore. Now, she leaned against a stone under a tree while Hua Qian was massaging her shoulders.
At that moment, a kind-faced woman dressed in a gray Nun's robe walked slowly towards them. "Release..."
Su Peijiu quickly pushed Hua Qian away, her face filled with embarrassment. "Master..." The woman before her was named Duan Nian, her master at Matan Temple on Dan Mountain. Duan Nian was strict and constantly recited Buddhist scriptures, making it impossible to stop once she started. Su Peijiu had not known this when she chose Duan Nian as her master, resulting in a sleepless night.
"Release, do you know what is most taboo for someone who has renounced the world? It is arrogance, lust, and extravagance. Your behavior is extremely inappropriate..."
Seeing Master Duan Nian about to start lecturing again, Su Peijiu quickly admitted her fault and gestured to Hua Qian. Hua Qian understood and said to Duan Nian, "Master, my lady has urgent business to attend to and must leave."
Su Peijiu looked troubled. "Hua Qian, this isn't good..."
"My lady, it's an emergency!"
Su Peijiu looked at Master Duan Nian. "An emergency... Master, what do you think?" She looked at her master with concern.
Duan Nian waved her hand helplessly. "Go on, go on..."
Su Peijiu hurriedly grabbed Hua Qian and ran ahead. Duan Nian smiled behind them and raised one hand. "Amitabha..."
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