Сhарtеr 5 (16/22)
Yun Weishan sееmеd tо undеrstand, staring intentlу аt Shangguan Qiаn, waiting to vеrifу hеr nехt wоrds.
"You meаn..."
Shangguan Qian analyzеd, "Judging bу Seсond Мiss Zhеng's skills аnd hеr utterlу fооlish mind, shе is, likе yоu, at most a Сhi..."
Yun Wеishan sеnsed the sarсasm direсted at hеrsеlf аs wеll: "...Yоu'rе rеally sоmеthing... insulting two реоplе in onе sеntencе."
Shаngguan Qiаn brushed past thаt small interjeсtiоn аnd cоntinued, "My missiоn is tо gеt clоsе tо Gоng Shаngjuе, while Sесond Мiss Zheng's missiоn should be thе samе аs уours... Nоw thаt Sесond Miss Zheng is dеad, you are thе only onе left who сan соmplеte the mission of approaching the Blade Master. If Wufeng doesn't want this line to break, I think they will find a way to solidify your identity in Pear Stream Town... For Wufeng, there is nothing they cannot do, only things they choose not to do."
Yun Weishan once again recalled Han Ya Si's words: no matter what, she must firmly maintain her identity. Now, thinking back, it held profound meaning.
Shangguan Qian's voice pulled her out of her thoughts: "Want to bet?"
Yun Weishan made up her mind and nodded: "I'll bet."
Shangguan Qian smiled: "If I were you, I'd bet too. After all, staying means death, and defecting also means death—it's all the same."
A trace of sorrow flashed in Yun Weishan's eyes: "It's not the same."
Her choice to stay wasn't entirely a gamble, but rather...
"Staying and dying at the hands of the House of Gong would at least be less painful."
Shangguan Qian was slightly taken aback, hearing her cold, clear voice.
"That's why I'm betting."
Under the moonlit night, the bright, silvery glow carried a faint sense of loneliness, as if a trace of incense and candle scent still lingered in the air.
In his room, Gong Ziyu drank one cup of melancholy wine after another, slightly intoxicated, yet his face showed no flush—instead, it was pale. Tormented by inner anguish, even the alcohol brought him no warmth; instead, he felt a chill all over.
In the past, perhaps his elder brother would have come in to console him, or his father would have scolded him—either would have been better. But now, no one was there. He was alone, pouring and drinking by himself.
Jin Fan stood at the door, rarely seeing him so dejected, and dared not enter to disturb him.
Before long, Gong Zishang arrived. Spotting Jin Fan at the door, she had just begun to smile when she noticed Gong Ziyu inside the room, his face dark with gloom.
Gong Zishang muttered softly, "I've heard about it... those two brothers went too far... I'll try to console him..."
With that, she sat down beside Gong Ziyu and poured herself a cup of wine.
She earnestly comforted him, "Don't be angry. Since we were kids, you've known the awful temper of those two brothers... The older one has a dead-fish face, the younger one has dead-fish eyes, hmph!"
Gong Ziyu mimicked her: "Hmph!"
Gong Zishang smacked her lips, savoring the taste of the fine wine in her mouth, and let out a sound of enjoyment: "Mmm..."
Just as she spoke, a guard approached the door, whispering mysteriously to Jin Fan. Looking somewhat tense, Jin Fan entered the room.
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