I was already prepared for Mo Junqing’s lies, but looking at Zhuixi, I found his gaze indifferent. The initial clarity was gone, replaced more by exhaustion. I reached out to stroke his head, saying: “Don’t be sad. Who hasn’t encountered a few scumbags?”
Fine, this god has gone crazy again. Don’t look at me so aggrieved.
I opened the door, and just as I was about to yawn, I saw a row of people at the door holding basins, towels, and clothes, bowing to me in unison: “Good morning, Miss Lian.”
I let them fuss over me, occasionally enjoying being served. After they finished, I asked: “Where is Mo Junqing?”
“Young Master is in the study room and instructed us to serve you breakfast.”
After breakfast, I inquired about the study’s location and peeked through the paper window, but he was not there.
I followed Zhuixi’s energy and walked to the ancestral hall, looking up.
The sunlight was piercing. I cleared my throat and called: “Mo Junqing.”
No response.
“Mo Junqing.” I was annoyed. Even if you hold your breath, Zhuixi cannot hide its spiritual energy. I stood below, silent.
After a stick of incense time, I finally saw Mo Junqing peek out. I squinted: “Mo Junqing!”
He was stunned. I tilted my head, hands on my hips, glaring: “I want to sunbathe too.”
Mo Junqing leaped down, stopping steadily in front of me: “Do you know martial arts?”
“No.” I suppressed my laughter. Feeling him grip my wrist and wrap an arm around my waist, I knew he was suspicious. Even if you break my wrist, it’s useless.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him carry me up. The tiles were warm from the sun, sitting on them was slightly prickly but not cold.
“Why are you here so early? The maids said you were in the study.”
Mo Junqing withdrew his gaze: “Got tired of looking and came to sit.”
I sighed: “You must be happy to be back.” I laughed, but he didn’t look at me. “Isn’t it hard to have a home you can’t return to?”
Mo Junqing’s eyes filled with confusion. He surely thought I knew something, but my demeanor was too calm: “Yes.” After a long pause, he said softly, “I’m tired of this life.”
Since I was fourteen, for a full ten years, I’ve never slept peacefully, always worried about being killed.
“Not anymore. You’re back.” I looked at him, asking, “Did you sleep well last night?”
Mo Junqing glanced at Zhuixi: “With it here, perhaps I will never sleep peacefully in this life.”
I watched him quietly, my eyes still bright, showing no trace of lies. I leaned in to kiss him, kissing passionately.
His eyes, like Gouhun’s. Deep and cold, cold to the point of heartache, but when that gaze falls on oneself, it feels terrifying and resistible.
I pressed down on him, trying to remove his clothes, wanting to merge with his body temperature.
When half my clothes were almost off, Mo Junqing suddenly pushed me up, staring at me and saying: “No.”
I smiled, sliding my finger on his face: “Is it no right now, or never? Or are you waiting until our wedding day? Are you impotent?” I narrowed my eyes in feigned surprise.
Mo Junqing’s eyes slightly moved, without a trace of a smile, seemingly trying to restrain himself. He reached out and pulled my clothes back up, wrapping me tightly, his voice trembling: “Yes, on our wedding day.”
I laughed in his arms, tears falling from my eyes.
When Jianghu came running breathlessly into my room, I was about to bathe. “Knock next time, or I’ll kick you to the moon,” I glared.
“Rebirth, I have a huge secret to tell you,” Jianghu said proudly. “A big secret of the Mo family.”
I held back my laughter and nodded seriously: “Go on.”
“Actually, Mo Junqing was planning to throw you and Zhuixi Sword into the furnace to destroy the sword’s spirit,” Jianghu’s eyes were bright, shaking my shoulders. “Isn’t this explosive news? Aren’t I amazing?”
I was dizzy from his shaking: “Ah ah ah, amazing, absolutely godlike.”
“I am a god…” He looked at me suspiciously. “You didn’t already know, right?”
“No, just this morning.”
Jianghu paused: “Rebirth, you’re no fun.” He asked with interest, “Are you going to beat up Mo Junqing or kill him?”
I thought for a moment: “I’ll jump into the furnace right in front of him.”
Jianghu was shocked: “Why?”
“Because I think he still likes me somewhat, so I want to make him feel guilty, even if just for two or three days.” I clapped my hands, throwing a bodhi seed into my mouth from the table. It was sweet. That day was the seven-day deadline.
I’ll let Zhuixi be reborn, then my mission will be complete.
Zhuixi will completely disappear from this world, and I will have never existed.
Jianghu shook his head: “Rebirth, turns out you’re also a ruthless person. Whoever marries you, I’ll definitely reveal your true nature.”
I snorted, pushing him out: “I’m going to bathe. If you don’t leave, I’ll report you to the Upper God for harassing me.”
Jianghu chuckled, looking me up and down: “Would I take a fancy to those two little buns of yours?”
Angry kick!
The ceremony was coming soon.
During this time, Mo Junqing never came to see me, and I didn’t appear before him. Although I was curious if he would take me away if I found him, playing with mortals too much could disrupt fate. If I disappeared from the world and my memories were erased, yet still left a shadow in someone’s heart that might affect future destiny, I would be violating heavenly principles.
His eyes dimmed with nostalgia, yet he smiled with incomparable relief: “Actually, it wasn’t the Mohist eldest son who stole me to practice sword, but the Mohist master who secretly gave me to the eldest young master, hoping that one day he could wield me and become a swordsman feared by all, ensuring the Mohist school’s eternal presence in the martial world.”
I listened and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. What righteous gentleman, martial arts leader – all just tricks to fool the world.
He could say these things to everyone without changing his expression. I’ve always thought my acting skills were good, but look at him – now that’s Oscar-worthy material.
I returned to my physical body, slowly sitting up and embracing Zhuixi, standing up and looking at them coldly.
It seemed no one expected me to suddenly stand up. The Mohist master, who had been speaking eloquently, was also startled and stopped mid-sentence. Mo Junqing was also shocked, his face instantly tightening.
I looked at them with interest, a faint smile spreading across my face, and exhaled: “Did you think I was an idiot?”
I jumped down from the floating cloud and pulled him, saying: “Let’s go see what Zhuixi looks like after rebirth.”
After rebirth, Zhuixi was just an ordinary piece of iron, forged by a blacksmith into a common sword.
As it hung by the wall, I crouched down to look at it. Its spiritual energy could only gather in a small cluster, and it could no longer speak, having lost its famous sword’s elegance.
When my fingertips touched it, there was no intimidating cold air; even after being filtered through water, it still carried the residual warmth of being struck a hundred times.
“Master, I want to choose a sword.”
I looked up to see a young man standing in front of the blacksmith’s shop, accompanied by a child dressed like a book boy.
The blacksmith paused his work and looked at him for a long time before saying: “Choose.”
Looking at the misty color in the young man’s eyes and the walking stick in his hand, I was stunned for a moment. His eyes, I feared, could not see.
The book boy handed the swords to the young man one by one: “Young master, be careful with the sharp blades.”
“Mm.”
“This one.”
I looked over and saw it was Zhuixi. My heart slightly relaxed, watching Zhuixi’s spiritual energy wrapping around the young man’s hand, seemingly completely natural.
