Shi Youmi sat while Mo Shisheng stood. If you ignored the sharp words in their tone, you would think they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time and were catching up.
Disappointment? Maybe.
As she spoke, Shi Youmi chuckled, picked up a clean handkerchief from the side to wipe her hands, and slowly stood up from the chaise lounge. She was only wearing a thin gauze dress and walked towards Mo Shisheng.
Mo Shisheng remained motionless, watching Shi Youmi get closer and closer. His expression turned slightly cold, and his scarlet left eye gleamed with a strange light. "If you get any closer, I don't know what I might do to you."
“You have much more presence than your mother.”
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi stopped in her tracks, gently playing with the strands of hair that were falling across her chest. "I guess you inherited your father's charisma, which is why you are much more capable than your mother."
Father?
Mo Shisheng found the word quite unfamiliar, especially coming from Shi Youmi's mouth, as if she and her father were old acquaintances.
But Mo Shisheng didn't want to know about her origins right now, because she had more important things to do. Her gaze slowly shifted from Shi Youmi to Ming Qiancheng, and then to Ming Beiya. "Where is half of my primordial spirit?"
Mo Shisheng's sudden question startled Ming Beiya slightly. His dark eyes seemed to hold a swirling, unyielding ink, deep and mysterious.
Just then, Lingya rushed in from outside. Upon seeing Mo Shisheng's scarlet left eye, she stopped in her tracks. "You..."
It was because of her appearance that Mo Shisheng's attention slowly fell on her. After a long while, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "The Yuanling is actually with you."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Lingya's eyes widened suddenly, filled with fear, as if she hadn't expected Mo Shisheng to regain his memories so quickly.
She instinctively wanted to take a step back, but then she remembered that Ming Beiya was still there, and she stopped herself from retreating.
A profound sense of unease gripped her.
Mo Shisheng walked up to Lingya and, taking advantage of her height, casually asked, "Lingmiao, how come I didn't know you had the name Lingya?"
"..."
Lingya's body trembled violently again. After Mo Shisheng uttered the name Ling Miao, her face paled even more, and she swallowed hard. "Beiya, you..."
"Shhh."
Before Lingya could finish speaking, Mo Shisheng gently raised an index finger and placed it in front of her soft, crimson lips, her captivating peach blossom eyes carrying a seductive meaning, "Beiya is dead. I am Mo Shisheng."
"..."
*
When Mo Shisheng denied that she was Bei Ya, Ming Bei Ya sensed something was wrong. She exuded an unfamiliar aura, and her presence became powerful, even giving people a suffocating sense of pressure.
Mo Shisheng has always carried an inescapable burden of pressure. From Bei Ya to Shangguan Yan, the honor and disgrace of the Shangguan family are intertwined with her. Even when Shangguan Leiting's hatred was revealed and he took revenge on Mo Shisheng, she still considered the kindness Shangguan Zong had shown her and Bei Rao.
The reason for the war against Qi was simply to protect the Shangguan family, so all the pressure fell on Mo Shisheng's shoulders.
She silently shouldered everything alone, never complaining or telling anyone.
This remains true even now...
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