As if sensing Mo Shisheng's smile, Ming Beiya's thin, crimson lips also curved into a faint smile, until the carriage disappeared around the corner.
After the carriage rounded the corner, the gate of the Imperial Preceptor's residence was no longer visible. Mo Shisheng finally withdrew her gaze. She reached out and pulled out the arrow that was deeply embedded in the carriage. A letter was still tied to the arrow...
Mo Shisheng didn't remember to open the package to check. She carefully placed the arrow into her storage ring. When she turned around, she found that everyone in the carriage was staring at her.
Even Little Yellow, whose three-lobed beak stopped moving, was holding the chicken leg with its two paws, looking quite adorable.
Upon arriving at her destination, Mo Shisheng went into the inn to unpack. The bed was a bit hard, but Mo Shisheng didn't mind. She had experienced even harsher conditions during missions in the 25th century, so this was nothing.
She took out the arrow from her storage ring, carefully removed the letter attached to it, and opened it. The elegant handwriting on it was clearly the man's.
With a force that seems to penetrate the paper, every stroke reveals his aloof and noble temperament.
Mo Shisheng's lips curled up slightly without her noticing, and he began to read the letter carefully.
Dearest friend...
The first line contained these four words, and Mo Shisheng couldn't help but wonder again, "My love, is it her?"
Although today's events did upset her, she wasn't the type to dwell on things. If Ming Beiya had ever liked someone, that was in the past, wasn't it?
Thinking about it this way, Mo Shisheng felt a little better. Staring at those four characters, her cheeks flushed slightly, she couldn't help but wonder if Ming Beiya's dark eyes held a hint of tenderness when he wrote them.
Is the corner of your lips slightly upturned?
Mo Shisheng snapped out of her thoughts and continued reading the letter.
Dearest:
A day apart feels like three autumns, Ah Sheng, this separation has lasted three years. I will come to find you. If you are in danger, remember the meteorite jade chain I gave you. When you return in triumph, I will crown you and make you my king.
...
Make me your king...
The letter read like a wife longing for her husband's return, and Mo Shisheng's heart couldn't help but beat faster when he read the last sentence.
Being his king doesn't seem so bad.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on her fair and delicate face, and the shimmering light in her eyes shone even brighter.
...
Memories all seem so beautiful. A hint of confusion crept into Mo Shisheng's eyes. She couldn't bear to forget them.
I wonder if Ming Beiya felt any pain when he forgot her memories.
Maybe, but more likely it's the pain caused by the poison taking effect.
Mo Shisheng had seen what he looked like when he was poisoned; it was terrifying and painful, and he even lost his mind and hurt her once.
Although Mo Shisheng hated Ming Beiya to the core that time, after learning the reason for Ming Beiya's madness, she hated herself even more.
It was her unreasonable demands that caused Ming Beiya to suffer from the poison on Qi Yufeng and Shangguan Xuan. Or to put it another way, it was originally prepared by Shi Youmi for Ming Beiya, but Mo Shisheng helped a lot in the process.
Mo Shisheng sighed softly, reached out and plucked a handful of weeds in front of her. Why can't there be a perfect solution in this world?
It's so sad. Actually, she wasn't greedy; she just wanted to keep all her precious memories...
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