Cheng Qingyuan nodded silently and followed her slowly into the pavilion.
The pavilion was elegant and quiet, with a few plates of untouched snacks and a pot of still warm tea placed on the stone table.
Fang Qingyue sat down and poured him a cup of tea.
The faint fragrance of tea dissipated with the wind, bringing with it a bit of silent warmth.
"Qingyue, do you know..."
Cheng Qingyuan took the teacup, but hesitated to drink it. He looked at Fang Qingyue with complicated eyes.
"My Lord, this journey is dangerous. If you are not careful, there will be no return."
Fang Qingyue raised her eyes, her expression still calm: "Since the Marquis has made up his mind, I will not stop him."
"The border is in danger, and military rations have been stolen. If no one takes action, I'm afraid the situation will be difficult to control."
"But he doesn't have to do this..." Cheng Qingyuan said in a low voice, with a trace of pain in his eyes.
"As a marquis, he can completely stay out of this matter. Why would he take the risk himself?"
Fang Qingyue looked at him quietly, her eyes as clear as water.
She whispered, "Master Cheng, do you know that the Marquis is not just concerned about the overall interests of the border?"
Cheng Qingyuan's heart trembled slightly when he heard this. He vaguely felt something, but still didn't want to believe it.
He lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "For you, right?"
Fang Qingyue said nothing, but just lowered her eyes slightly.
The silence at that moment seemed to have revealed the answer.
Cheng Qingyuan felt mixed emotions.
He now understood Shen Yuhan's determination and Fang Qingyue's persistence.
Shen Yuhan was willing to ask the emperor for his life for her, and even risked his life to go to the border, while he himself...
Although he has deep feelings for Fang Qingyue, if he were to be like Shen Yuhan.
Can you give up safety at all costs?
He couldn't answer this question, precisely because he couldn't answer it.
A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up in my heart.
He gently put down the teacup, his eyes solemn.
If I ask myself honestly, I'm afraid I can't do what he does.
I... should quit after all.
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