Chapter 1171 I'll go with her too

Holding the wine pot, Song Chunxue felt a mix of emotions.

More than anything, there is dissatisfaction.

The way he looks now is really infuriating.

He deserves a beating.

Let her pour the wine; after all, she's still his senior.

But even with that thought in mind, she moved quickly and poured him a full glass of wine.

"Senior brother, I toast you." Xie Zheng held his wine glass with both hands. "I didn't expect you to actually come to offer advice. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"..." Song Chunxue's lips twitched slightly. What kind of nonsense is this "I'm sorry to have troubled you"?

Huh? You're making fun of her?

With her fingers together, she suddenly felt an urge to punch him and knock him over.

Anyone can make fun of her, but Xie Zheng can't.

她不介意由爱生恨，把他揍得他女儿都不认识。

"What I mean is, I am deeply sorry for making things difficult for you, Princess. I will punish myself with a cup of wine."

Song Chunxue smiled and unconsciously puffed out her cheeks.

Seeing him speak so seriously, a demeanor she had never seen before, Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh.

She herself couldn't figure out what her feelings were.

Overall, it was quite fun.

She crossed her legs, leaned back, and her smile grew wider.

Suddenly, a malicious thought arose in her heart.

"You know what our relationship used to be like, right? So how do you see me now?" Song Chunxue picked up her wine glass and took a sip, her smile particularly enigmatic. "I thought you wouldn't come. You were afraid to see me, afraid of feeling guilty, afraid of being embarrassed."

She felt that at this moment, she was like a man, the kind who would deliberately provoke someone.

In Xie Zheng's view, her unrestrained sitting posture and defiant expression made her more like a man than he was.

He had a vague feeling that she was unhappy.

He didn't know how to respond for a moment.

She replied cautiously, "Don't be angry."

Don't be angry?

Song Chunxue tilted her head. "Do I look like someone who gets angry easily?"

Xie Zheng felt a chill on the back of his neck.

[Hold on, hold on, he doesn't want this to happen either, he just has no choice.]

Wuyou quickly tried to persuade her.

He didn't want this to happen either. If he still had his memories, he would definitely dote on you. It's not his fault, please bear with it.

Wuyou sensed her anger.

Song Chunxue took a deep breath. People laugh when they are extremely angry.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Song Chunxue looked at him leisurely. "Are you afraid I'll hit you?"

She stood up, held onto the edge of the table, walked up to him, and looked down at him.

"No, I just..." Xie Zheng leaned back in his chair in a panic, staring straight at her with his eyes wide open, his whole body stiff.

Originally, she didn't want to do anything, but seeing him like this, Song Chunxue suddenly felt a little itchy. If she didn't scare him a little, she would be wasting this great opportunity.

If he really regains his memories, it won't be as fun.

Song Chunxue placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled, "You know, you never used to look at me like that, not even when we first met. You've lost all your emotions, so you can't even speak like a human being anymore?"

Xie Zheng turned his gaze away with a straight face, looking at a pot of elegant orchids on the windowsill. He feigned composure and said, "I don't have any, but if Senior Brother doesn't like them, I'll try my best..."

"Try your best what?" Song Chunxue lifted his chin. "If you don't say anything, I can let you off the hook peacefully, otherwise..."

She chuckled, "Either kick him out, or give me back the Xie Zheng I used to know."

Xie Zheng was restless, avoiding her warm fingers, and glanced indifferently at the food and wine on the table.

"Then let's not waste this food and drink. Let's finish eating first, and then go out to fight, okay?"

【Oh dear~ It's hopeless, it's hopeless, Lord Xie is beyond saving.】

Wuyou also had no choice but to give up.

For a moment, Song Chunxue felt a sense of helplessness, like talking to a brick wall.

Forget it, let's leave it at that.

She definitely didn't eat enough.

With mixed emotions, I sat back down in my seat and finished my favorite dishes.

“If you don’t finish eating, I’ll beat you to death,” she pointed at Xie Zheng. “You’re so boring right now.”

Xie Zheng paused with his chopsticks, glanced up at her as she ate with great relish, then lowered his eyes and continued eating.

Such soft and sticky rice, it would be a waste not to eat it.

He hadn't had such delicious food in a long time; she must know his tastes better than he does himself.

A dull, numb, indescribable restlessness lingered in his mind, yet he was powerless to dispel it.

Others may not know what it feels like to lose a romantic relationship, but he knows it.

Even without her saying it, he knew very well that Xie Zheng had lost his humanity.

He was unconcerned by the pity and regret others showed him; in fact, he thought they were incredibly fragile.

But now, eating face-to-face with Song Chunxue, he felt a little nervous, and for the first time, he felt that something was really difficult.

Song Chunxue watched him, lost in thought, burying his head in his food, picking out all the fish meat until only the bones remained. For some reason, she felt a pang of envy.

Yes, why would she bother arguing with a victim?

He didn't want to, but he really is not as good as Xie Zheng used to be.

It's as if someone has extracted the one and only spark of spirit from his rigid life.

That's right, "qingsi" doesn't just represent romantic love, but also various other emotions, all of which have disappeared.

He became persistent, insisting on leaving his chopsticks out as if they hadn't been touched after finishing his meal.

Even if he accidentally spills tea on the table, he will wipe it clean and put it back in its original place.

Then, he stood up, arranged the stools neatly, placed his hands in front of him, and looked at her obediently, "Where shall we go to fight? I, Xie, will accompany you for a good fight, even for five or six hours."

Song Chunxue glanced at him, strode out the door, and said, "I'm not interested anymore. I'm full. I'm going to go for a walk to digest. You can go back now."

Xie Zheng was surprised and frowned.

He was prepared to get a good beating from her, how could she go back on her word?

"What, do you really want to fight?"

Song Chunxue walked past him indifferently, "Next time we meet, I definitely won't hold back."

"But……"

"Let's go, while I'm in a good mood."

She strode past him and went downstairs without looking back.

Walking down the street, she thought to herself, what's so great about staying in the capital?

That evening, at the Zhao residence.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave because of Xie Zheng?" Master Han was playing chess with Lord Zhao when he looked up at Song Chunxue. "He said he wants to stay in the capital and take up his post in the court for two years."

"I want to go see Sanwa as soon as possible because of him. Liangzhou is remote, and I'm afraid he'll be bullied. I'll only feel at ease if I see him in person." So what if that's the case? She won't change her mind anyway.

"When will you return?" Master Han asked slowly. "Six months from now, when he can take that pill, will you come back?"

Song Chunxue remained silent for a moment.

“If he has truly regained his memory, then you can tell me.” Song Chunxue touched the dagger at her waist. “I’m going to practice my swordsmanship. I’m leaving tomorrow. I don’t need you to see me off.”

“Sigh…” Lord Zhao watched her retreating figure while busily placing a piece on the board. “Judging from her current aura, all she needs is a red cloak.”

“Send her off tomorrow. She’s even wilder than any of us,” Master Han said softly. “That’s fine too.”

"Father, then I'll go with her too." Han Mo suddenly jumped out.