Brother Sang was stunned for a while before saying, "You mean you're going to join the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild?"
Zheng Quchi put down the bone, pursed his lips, and said with a conflicted expression, "Yes. Brother, there's something I've always wanted to tell you, and that is..."
"Go if you want."
Brother Sang interrupted Zheng Quchi's hesitant words. She blinked and asked, "Brother, aren't you going to stop me?"
“You’ve grown up and have your own ideas now. I can’t stop you, but you have to promise your older brother that you will never put yourself in danger, understand?” Brother Sang said sternly.
Zheng Quchi's feelings were somewhat complicated. She looked at the chicken soup floating on the surface of oil in the bowl: "I might not have been able to guarantee it before, but now I'm not alone. Feng Mian will protect me, so you don't have to worry about my safety outside all the time, brother."
Previously, she and Yuwen Sheng were enemies, so she lived in constant fear, terrified that one day her identity as a spy would be exposed and she would be dismembered and killed.
But now, thanks to her outstanding "performance," she has shed her lowly traitorous status and become a general's wife. She believes her safety is now assured.
To be honest, Yuwen Sheng seems to have saved her several times, either directly or indirectly.
But each time, it was in a chaotic, confrontational, and estranged situation, so she never once sincerely thanked him.
Seeing her dazed and lost in thought, Brother Sang sighed and said, "Chizi, I know you have many secrets you can't tell your brother, but I hope you always have someone who can share your burdens."
"Brother, can I ask you something?"
"What's up?"
Zheng Quchi seemed to have considered it for a long time before finally blurting out, "We don't actually have the surname Sang, but rather Zheng, right? Our parents were both disciples of the Mohist school, but because they possessed something very important that they didn't pass on to the Mohist school, they were persecuted by the Mohist school and sent to Fuxian County..."
Brother Sang's expression changed drastically: "You don't need to worry about these things. Just focus on doing what you want to do now."
“But brother, the Mo family has already approached me.”
Brother Sang's pupils dilated in shock.
Zheng Quchi didn't stop, but instead vented his feelings all at once: "Years ago, my father and mother didn't explain anything and sent me to Uncle Sang in Shangyuan. At that time, I was approached by the Mo family. In order to survive, I agreed to work for them. From the age of five, they secretly trained me to be a spy and assassin until a few years ago when they allowed me to return to Fuxian to reunite with you."
"Haven't you been learning woodworking at Uncle Sang's house all this time!?"
He stood up abruptly, his face deathly pale.
"Brother, can you tell me what exactly the Mo family has been trying to get from Father and Mother?"
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