Chapter 567 I hope you cherish yourself and respect yourself!
"...!"
Shang Ruyi frowned, and an uncontrollable anger rose in her eyes.
From the moment she guessed the name, she felt a vague, no, a very uncomfortable feeling. Her own nickname was Mingyue Nu, while this Miss Yu, who was always scheming against them and always outshone her, was actually named "Mingyue" (meaning "bright moon").
This made her even angrier and more resentful than the title of princess held by Chu Ruoyan.
Why is everything around me named "Moon"?
However, she was furious but had nothing to say. After all, she had chosen this nickname herself, as if she was born inferior to these people. No matter how she argued, it would be useless and would only make her seem ridiculous.
At this moment, Shang Ruyi even felt a little resentful towards her ignorant self from her childhood.
Why are you chasing the moon?!
Just as she was caught in self-doubt and blame, completely unable to deal with the other party, Yu Mingyue, who had seen through everything and was smiling confidently, suddenly sharpened her eyes and looked behind her. A look of surprise appeared on her bright and flamboyant face, and even a hint of unconscious awe appeared on her face.
A warm, familiar scent enveloped Shang Ruyi's side.
He immediately sensed something, but before he could turn around, a warm and heavy hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Then, a cold yet steady voice rang in my ears—
“My wife is named ‘Moon Slave,’ which means she loves the moon’s brightness, cherishes its clarity, pities its remoteness, and respects its solitary nobility. Therefore, she wishes to be a Moon Slave. But, since you are named Bright Moon, do you possess the moon’s brightness, clarity, remoteness, and solitary nobility?”
"...!"
With just that one sentence, the entire street immediately fell silent.
Yu Mingyue's eyes widened. At this moment, she could no longer hide the awe in her eyes. Especially after hearing these words, a sense of panic overwhelmed her original confidence, making her breathing disordered. She was unable to respond for a moment and just stared blankly behind Shang Ruyi.
Shang Ruyi slowly turned her head, and a cold and composed face immediately came into view.
It's Yuwen Ye!
He stood beside her, one hand on her shoulder, his presence enveloping her, his body heat flowing through her palm and into her heart, calming her completely.
Yes, her name is "Mingyue Nu" (明月奴), but she does not intend to submit to or become a slave to everyone named "Mingyue" (明月).
Rather, it was because she loved the spirit of the moon.
A person named Mingyue, yet lacking the essence of Mingyue, is not only unworthy to call her a slave, but also unworthy to be named Mingyue!
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, becoming even more determined. Yuwen Ye's gaze also became more resolute as he stared ahead. Under the intense gaze of his cold eyes, Yu Mingyue, who had been full of confidence and had forced Shang Ruyi to retreat step by step, seemed to feel that powerful aura. Her eyes flickered involuntarily, and she even began to avoid his gaze.
Yuwen Ye stared at her and said coldly, "It seems you don't have it."
"..."
"Since you do not possess the moon, then you are merely using the moon as your name and do not have the spirit of the moon. Therefore, you are not worthy to call my wife by her nickname and to denounce her as a slave."
He emphasized the last four words, as if it wasn't the other party calling Shang Ruyi a slave, but rather him, who was directly calling the other party a slave. Each word was forceful and resounding, leaving the other party no room to refute.
However, while remaining calm, Shang Ruyi also looked at him with a hint of surprise.
She wasn't surprised that Yuwen Ye would appear at this time, nor was she surprised that he would speak up for her. It was because Yuwen Ye was usually taciturn and not a talkative person. However, she didn't expect that this time, he would leave the usually eloquent Yu Mingyue speechless, without even a chance to refute him.
He has such eloquence, which he has almost never shown before!
Shang Ruyi looked at him and said softly, "Feng Chen..."
His hand on her shoulder remained firmly in place, and more of his body heat flowed into her body, reaching straight to her heart. Shang Ruyi even felt her chest begin to swell and expand.
Just as her heart was pounding and she didn't know what to say, a smiling voice rang out, accompanied by clapping applause—
"Good! Well said!"
Yu Mingyue was startled. When she looked up again, she saw two tall, handsome young men slowly walking out of a small alley not far behind her.
It was Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan.
Pei Xingyuan's hand was still wrapped in cotton bandages. He patted it a couple of times, immediately touching the wound inside, making him wince in pain. But he still managed to endure it, only looking at Yuwen Ye with a resentful expression and saying, "Feng Chen, so you're good with words. Then why didn't you ever help me when I was ridiculed by lightning—" He paused here, his throat involuntarily becoming hoarse, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "When I was being mocked, why didn't you ever help me?"
Yuwen Ye glanced at him indifferently.
Pei Xingyuan immediately curled his lip and said, "Oh, so you stood up for your wife because someone bullied her, right?"
Yuwen Ye ignored him and simply shook his head.
Pei Xingyuan then turned to look at Yu Mingyue in front of him, sized her up and down, and then laughed, "You are such a beautiful woman, why did you have to become a thief?"
At this moment, Yu Mingyue, who had initially looked alarmed and even somewhat awe-inspiring upon Yuwen Ye's appearance, now wore a wary expression. She subconsciously took a step back, but after a moment's thought, she stood still, coldly staring at Pei Xingyuan, who was still laughing, and sneered, "Thief? What thief?"
Pei Xingyuan also laughed, but gradually, the smile in his eyes faded: "A murderer and thief."
"..."
"Jin Daji is your subordinate, who was dispensing medicine and saving people in Yanzuofang. But last night, he set a trap to murder me. Isn't that one of your schemes?"
Yu Mingyue narrowed her eyes, a cold glint in them: "I don't know."
"..."
"These people were just hired temporarily to administer medicine at Yanzuofang to save lives; as for why he wanted to harm people, that's his own business. Besides, for him to be so ruthless, perhaps—someone did something to wrong him, prompting him to seek revenge?"
"..."
"That's a question for him and those who wronged him."
Pei Xingyuan's eyes widened slightly, probably not expecting the other party to be able to "turn black into white" with just one sentence. He was stunned for a long time before muttering, "Wow, what a sharp tongue."
Having said that, he immediately turned to look at Yuwen Ye, pleading for help, "Feng Chen!"
Yuwen Ye, however, did not look at him.
Pei Xingyuan then turned to look at Shen Wuzheng, who had remained silent: "Fu Ming!"
Shen Wuzheng had remained silent since his appearance, his usually serene and aloof eyes fixed intently ahead. Clearly, the existence of this "Guest of the Moon" challenged and overturned his previous understanding of people and things, so when he saw the other's true form, he was more cautious and careful than ever before.
Although he stood still and didn't utter a word, Shang Ruyi could feel that his thin body was as taut as a bow stretched to its limit.
However, upon hearing Pei Xingyuan's voice, the bowstring nearly snapped.
Shen Wuzheng stepped forward, looked the other person up and down again, and then said, "Guest of Guanghan?"
Yu Mingyue glanced up at him indifferently, and that arrogant air of looking down on all living beings once again emerged from the corners of her eyes and brows, and even from the corners of her slightly pursed lips. Although the appearance of these three men had just surprised and made her wary, it was clear that she was not unfamiliar with them.
So at this moment, he also had a kind of arrogant look as he looked at his defeated opponent, and said calmly, "It's me."
Shen Wuzheng looked at her and slowly recited: "The long clouds over Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, the lonely city gazes afar at the Jade Gate Pass. Through a hundred battles in the yellow sands, wearing golden armor, we will not return until Loulan is conquered."
Everyone present was slightly taken aback and looked at him in surprise.
This poem is the one that "Guest of the Moon Palace" once wrote, the one that Yu Mingyue won against him at the poetry competition. Why is Shen Wuzheng reciting this poem at this time?
Pei Xingyuan frowned deeply, about to say something, when Shen Wuzheng asked, "Did you write this poem?"
Yu Mingyue smiled proudly: "I have already said that I am Guanghan Ke."
Shen Wuzheng continued to stare at her, and said in a deep voice, "Really, you did it?"
Everyone was increasingly puzzled. Pei Xingyuan even wondered if he had admitted defeat on the surface, but couldn't accept it because the other party was a woman. Just as he was about to persuade him, Yu Mingyue's eyes flickered again under the gaze of those calm and composed eyes, and she even looked away.
Shen Wuzheng immediately raised an eyebrow and said, "It wasn't you."
Yu Mingyue's breath hitched again.
But the next moment, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly, "Young Master Shen, even a gambler should accept defeat, let alone a public contest?"
"..."
"If you think this poem wasn't written by me, then you might as well find out the real author of this poem."
"..."
"If there is anyone in this world who wrote this poem a day, an hour, or a moment before me, or who has heard or seen this poem, I, Yu Mingyue, will admit defeat to you."
"..."
"But if you can't find it, then you can't afford to lose!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Wuzheng's eyes dimmed slightly, as if he had nothing to say. Pei Xingyuan, who was standing to the side, said, "Fuming, my life is of utmost importance, so don't worry about winning or losing. Besides, losing to a woman is not shameful."
Shen Wuzheng glanced at him helplessly.
When he turned to look at Yu Mingyue again, his gaze deepened. After a long silence, Shen Wuzheng said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, talented, and resourceful. You are truly a rare talent in my life."
Yu Mingyue smiled faintly: "Thank you."
"but,"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Wuzheng added, "Treachery and cunning are two different kinds of thinking."
"..."
"I hope you cherish yourself, I hope you respect yourself!"
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