Having an extra person to think things through would make the considerations more comprehensive. So, Mo Sigui shared all his thoughts from the day with Chu Dingjiang. If he could gain some inspiration from him, Mo Sigui might consider not holding a grudge.
After listening, Chu Dingjiang picked out one question, "Since you believe the mental strength carried in that blood is no longer under Wei Yuzhi's control, why is there still a connection between them?"
"This..." Mo Sigui fell into deep thought before replying after a moment, "My conclusion might indeed be a bit hasty, but other possibilities can't be ruled out. I think humans don’t just have memory in their brains—every part of the body should have its own memory. The blood from the heart should too, right?"
These ideas sounded quite mystical, and Mo Sigui didn’t expect ordinary people to agree. To his surprise, Chu Dingjiang said, "Perhaps."
After experiencing what he had, Chu Dingjiang was even more inclined to believe such things than Mo Sigui.
"Are you upset that A Jiu has gotten involved with someone else?" Mo Sigui originally intended to gloat, but once the words left his mouth, they carried a hint of shared suffering.
Chu Dingjiang crossed his arms and watched the birds in the snowy landscape outside. After a long pause, he finally replied, "The human heart is the hardest to predict."
Mo Sigui clicked his tongue. "Don’t you trust A Jiu’s character?"
"I trust her," Chu Dingjiang said.
He believed in An Jiu’s character, but the human heart was the most prone to change. Besides, liking or disliking someone wasn’t something one could control at will.
He had come to terms with it—one shouldn’t give up eating for fear of choking. If he wanted to spend a lifetime with someone, he had to give it his all. There were no shortcuts.
"Troublesome," Mo Sigui muttered.
Setting aside emotions, he felt life was full of hope. But every time he thought about this matter, it felt like falling into a bottomless abyss.
Unable to let go, yet unable to hold on.
Truly maddening!
Mo Sigui fished out some medicated smoke from the pouch at his waist and stuffed it into his pipe. Soon, the room was filled with mist again.
After indulging in celestial bliss, Mo Sigui finally felt a bit more relaxed, both physically and mentally. He returned to his room and fell asleep immediately.
Upon waking, he threw himself wholeheartedly into researching medical formulas.
Living in the Hua residence had its perks. Whatever he needed, Hua Rongtian could usually help him find. Mo Sigui was very satisfied with Hua Rongtian’s efficiency, so when Chu Dingjiang suggested leaving, he was the first to oppose.
An Jiu spent her days eating, sleeping, and growing. In just over a month, she had recovered to her former state, though her mental strength still needed time to fully restore.
Her originally scheduled body reforging had to be postponed due to the half-year coma. Mo Sigui devoted all his attention to studying the connection between her and Wei Yuzhi.
"What did you feel when little Wei Wei was unconscious last time?"
An Jiu frowned. Mo Sigui had asked the same question for over a month, and his way of addressing Wei Yuzhi had shifted from "Mr. Wei" to "Wei Yuzhi," then to "little Wei," and now, within days, to "little Wei Wei." This indicated that Mo Sigui now regarded Wei Yuzhi as very important. Apart from Lou Mingyue, this was the first time An Jiu had heard him address someone else so affectionately.
"Did your chest hurt?" Mo Sigui reached out to point at the spot but felt Chu Dingjiang’s piercing gaze from the side.
He restrained himself and continued, "Where did it hurt, and how did it feel?"
"You’ve asked this at least forty times. I refuse to answer," An Jiu said.Mo Sigui held the sheepskin scroll used for notes, his thoughts wandering off once again. During this period, he had sought out many Taoist texts, hoping they might offer some help.
Fortunately, Chu Dingjiang was extremely knowledgeable about Taoism, well-versed in its origins, doctrines, and classical texts—as if he had personally witnessed its rise and decline. Every conversation with him left Mo Sigui with new insights, so much so that before the bruises around his eyes had even faded, he had already set aside his grudges.
Mo Sigui snapped back to reality and turned to ask Wei Yuzhi another question.
Wei Yuzhi’s patience was unparalleled in the world. Despite his fleeting lifespan, he was still willing to waste time answering such trivial questions. Today, he answered patiently as usual, though his mind seemed elsewhere.
“What’s wrong?” An Jiu seemed to see through the heaviness beneath his calm expression.
Wei Yuzhi smiled faintly. “Nothing.”
He was never one to confide in others.
Wei Yuzhi walked a treacherous path—one misstep, and neither the Song nor the Liao would tolerate him. No one could tell him how to navigate this road, nor could anyone truly understand the emotions of standing on such precarious ground.
Twenty days ago, after obtaining the medicine, he had contacted his subordinates and learned that Yelü Quancang had handed Misty Villa over to Mei Ru Yan.
What even Yelü Quancang didn’t know was that Wei Yuzhi held not just Misty Villa but many other private forces in his grasp. From the very beginning, he had known that Misty Villa would ultimately become a sacrificial pawn—and that he himself might be discarded along with it. The Liao were not lacking in talent—how could they allow a Song man to occupy a high position?
As a ruler, Yelü Quancang had made the correct decision, though not ruthlessly enough. He was not a cruel man, and when it came to eliminating Wei Yuzhi after his usefulness had passed, he still hesitated.
Back when Yelü Quancang was plagued by a severe illness and could barely govern, it was Wei Yuzhi who single-handedly held things together—even finding ways to prolong Yelü Quancang’s life.
That year, when Yelü Quancang was on the brink of death and it seemed he wouldn’t survive long enough to obtain the blood essence of the medicine man, Wei Yuzhi imprisoned Wei Yunshan and used Wei Yunshan’s profound Inner Force along with his own Mental strength to save Yelü Quancang.
It could be said that without Wei Yuzhi, there would be no Yelü Quancang.
Beyond that, in their early years before they knew each other’s true identities, they had once shared a bond as close as brothers. Though Yelü Quancang was older, his poor health meant Wei Yuzhi often took care of him.
The reason Yelü Quancang hadn’t silenced Wei Yuzhi was largely because he remembered those days of pure brotherhood—not the later years of mutual exploitation.
“Since Yelü Quancang has treated you this way, why cling to the Liao?” A deep voice interrupted his thoughts.
Wei Yuzhi snapped back to attention and realized Mo Sigui and An Jiu had disappeared somewhere.
“You know?” Wei Yuzhi was surprised—after all, this matter was highly confidential—but then it dawned on him. Chu Dingjiang could guess what he was thinking but not what had actually happened.
Chu Dingjiang shook his head. “I no longer concern myself with such matters. I merely wanted to say one thing.”
“Please enlighten me,” Wei Yuzhi said.
“Don’t you feel you’re wasting your talents?” Chu Dingjiang threw back the exact words Wei Yuzhi had once asked him.
“What do you mean?” Wei Yuzhi asked."If it weren't for certain concerns holding you back, your talents wouldn't have come to such a state. This world isn't limited to just the Liao territory. With the new emperor ascending the throne in Great Song, there are great opportunities ahead—you must be aware of this." Chu Dingjiang set down the book scroll in his hand and looked at him. "Yet you'd rather fawn on those who spurn you than pledge loyalty to Great Song. May I interpret this as hatred?" (To be continued...)
PS: Argh, one minute late today! Got delayed by some matters and couldn't make up for it. Aaargh!
Update
Got held up by something today and only returned home after 10 pm. Writing speed is rather slow, so the update will be delayed again—apologies. Everyone should rest early. Caught a slight chill from dressing too lightly tonight. Will try to write what I can; if unable to update tonight, will definitely post before noon tomorrow. Sorry about this. (To be continued...)
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