The more she didn't answer, the more persistent Yuan Xingzhou became: "You're really bold. You dare to touch a dead person's body, and you dare to casually strip off a dead person's clothes."
He kept referring to the dead man as if he were insignificant.
"You think it shouldn't be like this?" Her tone suddenly turned cold.
Zheng Quchi said, "Fu Rong also thinks it shouldn't be done, but it's clearly something that should be done."
Yuan Xingzhou gripped her hand tightly in the water, then suddenly moved closer to Zheng Quchi's face: "Zheng Quchi, have you forgotten what I told you? You will be my future queen. Do you think I would let you touch other men's bodies so casually?"
Zheng Quchi looked directly at him, his gaze unwavering: "That's not another man."
"Didn't you always hate him and want to divorce him and escape from his side completely? Now that he's dead, shouldn't you feel relieved?" Yuan Xingzhou asked her.
"Relief?" Zheng Quchi was dazed for a moment, then came to his senses and said calmly, "I don't hate him, never have. I've always wanted to stay away from him, but... just because I'm afraid."
At this moment, she finally faced her true feelings honestly. If Yuwen Sheng had not been the Supreme General of Ye Kingdom, not the living Yama, but just her husband "Liu Fengmian," a pale-faced scholar and a weak, blind strategist who couldn't take care of himself, she might have spent her life with him until old age.
She wasn't unmoved by him; there was love at first sight, and feelings that grew over time. Of course, there was also a certain amount of marital responsibility involved.
Yuan Xingzhou asked her, "What are you afraid of?"
“What am I afraid of? I can’t really describe it, but the gap between him and me is too big. This gap can’t be eliminated just by getting married. Of course…” she said to Yuan Xingzhou, “You are the same.”
What's the same?
Is it equally impossible?
Snap—
The basin of water fell to the ground, splashing hot water that soaked their shoes and hems. The heat was quickly dissipated by a cool night breeze, leaving only a sticky, cold feeling on their skin.
Yuan Xingzhou tried hard to control his emotions, but the crimson, sadistic, and eerie light in his eyes burned brighter and brighter, as if he were burning himself and others.
He asked, "What difference? You've always felt like you're adrift in this world, powerless and vulnerable, worried about being bullied. But now you have everything. You have money, and Zhang Qinan and Su Tian, the richest merchants in southern Ye, will take care of your worries. Why will you have to worry about not having enough property to support your family in the future?"
"Power. As the wife of the Supreme General, you have all of Yuwen Sheng's troops, wealth, and connections, and even the golden seal of the three armies. If you use it properly, you can even get the entire Ye Kingdom if you want it."
"And since you want to do what you love, I have entrusted the Imperial Workshop of Ye Kingdom, which oversees all handicrafts, to you. You have freedom of movement, loyal subordinates, and your siblings and friends are all by your side to take care of you. Right now, everything is exactly as you wish. What are you still afraid of?"
His fierce questioning stunned Zheng Quchi, not because he knew everything, but because he knew what she was afraid of.
Indeed, her status was vastly different from Yuwen Sheng's, and she was just a peasant girl with a complicated background, helpless and alone. She was afraid that if she slept with a tiger, she would be devoured by it. She was also worried that she had nothing to lose and would implicate her relatives and friends. In the end, she had no way out.
She was even more afraid that if she entered a grand mansion, she would lose herself, lose her freedom, and become a mediocre woman who only knew how to tend flowers and raise children, and could no longer do what she wanted to do.
In short, she was afraid of many things, but she never thought of taking the initiative to solve the problems that stood between her and Yuwen Sheng. Perhaps it was because her feelings for Yuwen Sheng were only a shallow liking from beginning to end, rather than the kind of deep love that made her indispensable to him.
But now, after Yuan Xingzhou pointed it out to her one by one, she belatedly realized that all her previous worries and fears seemed to have disappeared without her noticing.
She opened her mouth several times, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.
“Zheng Quchi, ask yourself honestly, if Yuwen Sheng were still alive, would you feel at ease staying by his side this time?” Yuan Xingzhou pressed on, asking again.
This question is truly unsolvable. If he is still alive, then where did the body in the mourning hall come from? And who was the person she saw seriously injured and falling into the river? If he is alive, why does everyone say he is dead?
If everything is fake... then what is real?
Zheng Quchi still couldn't answer this question.
She squatted down, picked up the basin of water from the ground, and deliberately changed the subject: "Your Highness is so familiar with the General's Mansion, it doesn't seem like this is your first visit. You even know the bedroom that was just assigned to me tonight?"
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