You, cry, shall you?
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi's face contorted like a zombie as he twisted his neck and bent his legs, struggling to crawl out from under the table.
This is truly outrageous!
But... if she wasn't heartbroken, and wasn't secretly hiding away to cry, then how could she explain her strange and suspicious behavior to Gongshu Jiruo?
Her movements froze, and she suddenly froze.
Since she couldn't find a better reason to explain all this than Gongshu Jiruo's "sadness" in the short term, she finally gritted her teeth and silently accepted it.
Let it be.
Although she doesn't have the fragile nerve of a resentful woman, she is still a woman. If she learns a little from the women in TV dramas who have been "abandoned," she should be able to portray the appropriate sadness... right?
She rubbed her swollen forehead, the pain making her nose turn red and her eyes well up with tears.
She extended a finger and tapped Gongshu Jiruo's back.
He froze, then turned around and saw that even her nose was red, and her unguarded eyes blinked, round and moist, like a helpless little squirrel lost by a stream.
"Did you come to my room so late just to see me cry?"
She wiped her eyes, and after reverting to her female voice, it lost the deep tone she had used when impersonating a man, and instead possessed a natural, gentle, and clear quality.
Having grown accustomed to her male voice, the sudden sound of her speaking to him in a female voice sent a shiver down his spine, like a refreshing spring flowing through him on a sweltering summer day.
It nourishes silently, leaving no resistance whatsoever.
"No, no." He turned around, wanting to look at her, but his eyes unconsciously looked away.
Gongshu Ruo disliked her current "vulnerability" and also felt sorry for her current "heartbreak".
He smiled wryly at his inexplicable panic and helplessness. He wasn't one of those naive young men, nor was he someone who was clueless about emotions. He knew that he was deeply moved by her.
Even though she still had that scarred young face, he still felt that she was like a lovable little animal, and he wanted to protect her, cherish her, and see her whenever he wanted.
"No," he denied again.
As for why he came so late, he didn't say, perhaps because he felt it was no longer important and there was no need to explain.
He was in a state of panic, while Zheng Quchi was lost in thought, but they were on completely different wavelengths.
One is a romance channel, and the other is a political intrigue channel.
She believed that if Gongshu Jiruo came here not to interrogate her about Yuwen Sheng, then he was there to monitor her and prevent her from escaping... In any case, it couldn't be because he was worried about her and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he came to watch over her, right?
His gaze toward her gradually softened with tenderness and pity, while her gaze toward him grew increasingly menacing and wary.
The way he was staring at her was a little strange... Zheng Quchi frowned slightly and glanced down. At that moment, she didn't know which part of her mind suddenly clicked, and her brain suddenly clicked, like a lamp wick suddenly exploding, the sparks illuminating her hazy eyes.
She opened her eyes slightly and suddenly understood.
Zheng, Zheng.
"Um... Master Gongshu, when do you plan to return to Beiyuan Kingdom?" Zheng Quchi suddenly asked him seriously.
"..."
Gongshu Jiruo saw her as a body made of steel and cement; one second she was "sad," and the next she immediately cheered up.
His carefully prepared words of comfort, brimming with words of comfort, were tragically cut short before they could even be used.
He took a deep breath and replied, "The original plan was to hold the event two days after the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild ended. Why are you asking this?"
Zheng Quchi hurriedly stepped forward, pulled him to sit down and talk, and poured him a cup of lukewarm tea and handed it to him.
"I was thinking about this in my room just now. You said that Ye Kingdom is in great danger right now. I'm just a weak woman with no martial arts skills, no money, and no power. I can't help you. If we really encounter an enemy army, my fate will definitely be terrible. So... can I go to Beiyuan Kingdom with you?"
She tried hard to make herself look particularly genuine and not at all like she was lying.
It is said that only by making sure your eyes don't dodge the scrutiny of others can your lies appear believable.
So she opened her bright, shining eyes wide and followed Gongshu Jiruo's gaze. Wherever he hid, she followed, never giving him any reason to suspect anything.
Little did she know that Gongshu Jiruo had no time to doubt her motives. He was already in a state of utter confusion from her "teasing" pursuit, and it was already a great effort for him to maintain his icy image.
He unconsciously picked up the cup of tea, which had already gone cold, and brought it to his lips, repeating it with a hint of disbelief: "You... want to return to Beiyuan Kingdom with me?"
Zheng Quchi nodded to him.
Nonsense, even if she didn't go with him, they wouldn't let her go. Besides, that Abbot Miku, I don't know when he became mentally disturbed, he's been eyeing her and trying to keep her as a monk. Rather than being harmed by him, she might as well suggest going with Gongshu Jiruo.
This is called turning a passive situation into an active one.
“Yes, the sooner the better,” she quickly added.
The main problem is that she doesn't know the exact time, and if it's delayed too long, things might change.
Gongshu Jiruo drank a cup of cold tea, and the refreshing feeling calmed him down somewhat. He looked at her and asked her again seriously, "Do you really think so?"
It's fake.
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