Looking at Sang Yaomei's innocent and adorable face, Zheng Quchi forced a smile and said, "Good girl, your second sister is coming to pick you up."
Sang Yaomei nodded happily.
In stark contrast to Sang Yaomei's cheerful demeanor, Zheng Quchi felt as if she were walking on the edge of a knife with every step, yet she remained resolute, even though in her eyes, Mo Ye was like a monstrous flood.
His arrival here, to capture Yaomei and force her to come forward alone, was undoubtedly to avenge the arrow she shot at the ferry that tried to take her life.
Mo Ye watched Zheng Quchi walk over.
When I saw her again after several months, she seemed to have changed a lot.
Her flowing robes fluttered in the wind, and she adopted the fashionable attire of a noblewoman. The blurred lines between boy and girl that she had previously maintained were now blurred, and she became a true woman.
"You've really changed so much, it's like you've become a completely different person."
Zheng Quchi seemed to find some loophole and excuse in his words, and resolutely stopped to meet his obscure and dark gaze.
Does it matter to you whether I change or not?
Mo Ye pondered these words for a moment, and once he had a definite answer, he grinned arrogantly: "It doesn't matter, but I want to know why you changed. Is it because I still refuse to accept you, or because you've fallen for someone else?"
He so openly mentioned the ambiguous secrets between the two of them, as if he wasn't afraid of being overheard by Yuwen Sheng's followers, or rather... he was deliberately creating public opinion and topics to get involved with Zheng Quchi.
"No, it's not that. I'm just not the same Zheng Quchi I used to be." Zheng Quchi's eyes were clear and bright as he spoke frankly.
Mo Ye was still the same arrogant Mo Ye. He sneered, "That sentence sounds familiar. You seem to have said something similar before. I can't help but wonder if you are still the Zheng Quchi I used to know."
Of course not.
Zheng Quchi answered in his heart.
"I just asked you, does it matter to you whether I change or not? You said it didn't matter, so does it matter whether I am or not now?" Zheng Quchi said sarcastically.
However, she did not expect Mo Ye's change at this moment. He stared at her intently, as if something had already changed in his heart, but because he had not noticed it and ignored it, by the time he realized it, the rough and painful stone hidden in his heart had finally transformed into a dazzling pearl in torment and pain.
“It’s important because I’ve discovered that you still have some merit. Since Yuwen Sheng is dead, why don’t you come with me?”
When Mo Ye said this, although his words were playful and unusual, a closer look would reveal a hint of seriousness and nervousness in his eyes.
After hearing this, Zheng Quchi was stunned for a long time. Then she laughed, but as she laughed, she became angry: "Mo Ye, you've gone too far! Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
Mo Ye was stunned by her sudden shout. After confirming her meaning, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "You don't believe me?"
The phrase "eating the children of the destitute" is indeed vicious, but it cannot be denied that Mo Ye did not harbor such ulterior motives.
"I don't believe you. You even tried to kill me before. If Yuwen Sheng hadn't risked his life to protect me and spare my life, I would be a ghost by now."
Faced with Zheng Quchi's act of bringing up old grievances, Mo Ye retorted, "Back then, I gave you a chance, but you were stubborn and insisted on standing with Yuwen Sheng and opposing me. Besides, that arrow of yours almost killed me. The scar left by that arrow will stay with me for the rest of my life. Do you think that's not enough?"
Zheng Quchi's large, watery eyes were now filled with disgust and hatred for Mo Ye: "You and I have a blood feud for killing my husband. If I have the chance to make a move, I still won't show you any mercy!"
While she verbally provoked Mo Ye, she secretly made hand gestures to Lan Yue and the other three.
—Find the right opportunity and take action!
These words ignited Mo Ye's fury. He pushed Sang Yaomei aside, took a few steps forward, and pulled Zheng Quchi close: "I don't believe it. You have no feelings for me at all. You can't kill me, and I can't kill you, so you should belong to me!"
What kind of nonsensical conclusions are these? He must be a madman.
"Let go!"
Zheng Quchi pushed him, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Sang Yaomei had successfully broken free from Mo Ye's control. She immediately gave Lan Yue and the other three hand signals again—attack.
"Mo Ye, release Madam!"
Mo Ye stared at Zheng Quchi with red eyes: "Zheng Quchi, your person and your abilities belong to me, Mo Ye. Back then, Yuwen Sheng forced you into marriage. Now he is dead, and Ye Kingdom will be destroyed. At that time, you will have no choice but me."
Zheng Quchi simply said, "Pah!"
With a swift and powerful backhand flick, Mo Ye was caught off guard and his hand was flung away. Zheng Quchi seized the opportunity to quickly move aside, while Lan Yue, Wu Liang, and the others, who had been waiting in ambush behind her, arrived—
The group immediately began to fight, four against one. Mo Ye was clearly unable to break free and capture Zheng Quchi for the time being, so she quickly ran over and hugged the frightened Sang Yaomei.
"Little sister, are you hurt or in pain anywhere?"
Sang Yaomei couldn't leave, so she buried her face in Zheng Quchi's arms: "Second Sister, Yaomei didn't..."
She squatted down, cupped Sang Yaomei's little face in her hands, and asked at eye level, "And what about your older brother?"
"My older brother has disappeared."
"It's gone? We'll look for it later. You come with your second sister now..."
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