Grudge Breaker

Chapter 298: Sadness and Despair
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"I am more concerned about this rune. It makes me feel inexplicably anxious."

"If Mianmian is really in the mansion but no one can detect it, it is probably related to this."

Zhuang Yuheng took out the bloody handkerchief from the inner pocket of his lapel. The strange rune drawn on it with Ruan Mianmian's blood seemed to be announcing the victory of some mysterious power.

"That's it?"

Song Weichen took the brocade handkerchief and looked at it carefully against the light, but couldn't make out anything. She used the puppet control to investigate, but found no puppet energy left, so it was obviously not the work of the chaotic soul - she really had no clue.

"Although I don't know much, this really doesn't look like a Taoist talisman. It looks like a big-bellied frog. I still think Ruan Mianmian is deliberately being mysterious and playing with abstraction."

"No."

Zhuang Yuheng looked solemn, this matter was definitely not that simple.

"I have never seen such strange runes. They are full of evil spirits."

"Although Mian Mian is willful and reckless, she would never joke about such an evil thing. What I am worried about is that the appearance of this rune indicates that some dark forces have grown to a certain extent, and even the immortal nobles dare not take it seriously."

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"Big sister! Surprise~"

As the two were talking, the sound of little Routu's groaning was heard outside the window of the chariot.

Song Weichen lifted the brocade curtain beside her and saw little Biezhi's chubby face pressed against the window made of transparent crystal, with four little paws tightly pressed against the window pane. When he saw her lift the curtain, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

"Big sister, Shushu, I'm buying one and getting one free. Not only did I bring your work clothes, I also brought your dad. Am I awesome? Praise me~"

After saying that, he jumped back and landed steadily on the broad shoulders of the man behind him.

It’s Mo Tingfeng.

He has a tall figure and stands on a medium-sized soul-carrying boat, moving silently close to the flying chariot. Against the backdrop of the starry sky, he looks even more majestic and graceful.

Seeing Song Weichen through the window, Mo Tingfeng's eyes actually became a little red, and there was indescribable affection in his eyes, as if there was another Milky Way.
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Seeing him coming, Song Weichen couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. His hands on his knees clenched unconsciously and secretly hid in his sleeves.

She let down the curtain, turned her head and looked at Zhuang Yuheng with a faint smile.
"Where were we talking about?"

"Weiwei, Ting..."

"Saw."

Song Weichen interrupted, "It is normal for Lord Sichen to travel with us as entrusted by the Ruan family."

Zhuang Yuheng was about to say something else when he heard a slight "dong" sound from the deck of the flying chariot. Then the curtain was opened by the servants, and the little pig slid in from the outer compartment in a hurry on an electric scooter.

"Big sister, are you going to divorce dad? I feel like there's something weird going on with you two, and I'm really worried!"

After saying that, Xiao Biezhi did not forget to bow to Zhuang Yuheng hastily as a greeting.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Weichen lifted the little meatball by the neck and put it on his shoulder, then put the electric scooter into the puppet.

"We are not divorced in any way. Can you please stop being so outrageous?"

"I do not care!"

The little pig opened his arms, hugged Song Weichen's neck, and rubbed his face against hers.

"Shu Shu, I don't want to change my father. Big sister, you can't be fickle!"

Song Weichen was just at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but Zhuang Yuheng suddenly stood up and grabbed little Biezhi into his hand - he was the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li, and he looked just like the Rat-Bearing King Zhuang.

"I'm taking Shushu out to see the stars and will be back soon."

"...Weiwei, I don't care about Lao Mo, I just hope you don't hurt yourself."

Being as attentive as he was, he had already noticed that Mo Tingfeng was standing outside the curtain. It would take an incense stick of time to reach Ruan's residence anyway, so it was a good opportunity for them to have a good chat.

"Eh? Uncle Zhuang, where are you taking me? I want to stay with Big Sister and Dad. I don't want to see the scenery!"

The little meatball tried to escape from Zhuang Yuheng's hands, but he grabbed the back of its neck and it could only flap its hands and feet in the air.

"Why is Lao Mo your father and I your uncle? You must explain this to me today."

Zhuang Yuheng lifted the curtain holding the little meatball, and sure enough, Mo Tingfeng was standing in the deck compartment like a pillar. When he saw him come out, he glanced at Song Weichen through the opened curtain, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Zhuang Yuheng said nothing, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and passed by him.

"father!"

The little guinea pig yelled at the top of its lungs, hoping that Mo Tingfeng would be a hero and save the mouse. However, its father didn't even bother to look at it, as he was only thinking about the person behind the curtain.

"Dad! Don't you love me anymore?"

Zhuang Yuheng thought it was too noisy, so he cast a spell to put a spherical mini sound barrier on the little one's head. With the surrounding starry sky, it looked like it was going to land on the moon, and the little meatball immediately shut up.

He looked out the curtain again, but Mo Tingfeng was no longer there. Zhuang Yuheng smiled faintly, with a look of self-mockery, but was immediately covered by worry. After a brief thought, he handed the little meatball to the attendant, asking him to take good care of it, and then flew onto the soul-carrying boat beside him. Saving people is like putting out a fire. Compared with a flying chariot, the soul-carrying boat is much faster, so Zhuang Yuheng decided to go first.
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"micro……"

Inside the flying chariot, Mo Tingfeng stood by the curtain, his Adam's apple moving again and again, and it took him a long time to utter a word.

However, after not seeing him for most of the day, Song Weichen seemed even weaker.

"There is something wrong with the Heart-Confusing Harp. Did the Harp hurt you today? What does Yu Heng say?"

"It's nothing serious, boss, don't worry."

Song Weichen responded indifferently, with his eyes lowered and not looking at Mo Tingfeng, it was obvious that his heart was far away from him.

She would not tell him that the mind in the zither was extremely dangerous, and she almost risked her life to get everyone out safely. She certainly would not tell him that every time she played the zither, she would suffer the pain of cutting her heart and flesh. It was not important.

In comparison, she felt more distressed to see him and Qin Xueying holding hands while watching her play the piano, especially since she could guess that Mo Tingfeng must have met someone in the virtual world to behave so impolitely.

Song Weichen covered her chest calmly. When she thought of the only time she, Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng were in the same illusion space, and Mo Tingfeng's choice and attitude towards her at that time, she felt so heartbroken that she almost suffocated.

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Mo Tingfeng has not yet realized what Song Weichen really cares about.

He was just blaming himself deeply for being bewitched by the Heart-beating Qin in Qin Xueying's room last night and losing control. Today at the banquet in the woods, he was entangled hand in hand with the eldest princess in front of her. Although it was not his intention, it was the fact. He was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

"Can I leave your white robe here?"

After holding it in for a long time, he came up with nothing but irrelevant words. Mo Tingfeng's ability to confess and apologize to a girl was so good that even a dog would shake his head.

"Thank you, Lord Si Chen."

Song Weichen's words were plain, and one could not hear much emotion in them, but his choice of words was obviously deliberately strange.

They originally thought that they would have a lot to say to each other when they met, but unfortunately, everything turned out to be in vain.

The atmosphere inside the flying chariot was condensed.

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Song Weichen once again opened the window curtain and looked out. Perhaps because he was closer to the sky, the vastness of the stars and the sky made individual humans seem even smaller than dust.

For a moment, she didn't even know what she cared about.

Sang Pu and Mo Tingfeng, everything was the cause and effect of the previous life, why should she mind? She was the survivor who got the bonus of the previous life.

If it weren't for Sang Pu, Mo Tingfeng probably wouldn't even look at her until today. She should be grateful to Sang Pu for being favored by the king.

——But she couldn't thank him.

Because of Sang Pu, she was destined to not believe that Mo Tingfeng had pure love that was only for her. This feeling of powerlessness had no solution unless he completely forgot everything in his past and present lives, completely forgot Sang Pu and everything that had happened before, and fell in love with her, Song Weichen, again.

But if that moment really came, she didn't believe that he would still remember her, let alone fall in love with her - just think about when they first met, they were two people with completely different personalities and preferences.

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Seeing that she looked lonely, Mo Tingfeng mustered up the courage to walk to Song Weichen, knelt down on one knee, and gently held her hand.

"slight."

Song Weichen was in a trance and was startled when he grabbed her hand. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away. Mo Tingfeng thought that she hated him for touching Qin Xueying, and became even more annoyed and depressed.

"Weiwei, I really don't know how to explain Qin Xueying. I was bewitched at the time and mistook her for Sang Pu, so... Weiwei, please believe me, my feelings for you are evident to all."

In his heart, Song Weichen is Sang Pu, the same person. Mo Tingfeng doesn't think there is anything wrong with saying this.

It’s a pity that it would be better if I didn’t say it. It would be even more weird if I said it.

Mo Tingfeng's confession further confirmed Song Weichen's guess. She felt that something in her heart had died quietly.

"The sun and the moon can testify to this, huh."

She couldn't help laughing, "Yeah, I know, Brother Yuheng has already said this for you."

Song Weichen withdrew her hand and motioned Mo Tingfeng to sit on the soft seat opposite her.

"Boss, you don't have to explain this to me. Don't worry, Xiao Song won't let his relationship affect his work."

"slight……"

Song Weichen shook his head, stopping him from continuing.
"Brother Yuheng has saved me countless times. Now I just want to help him find someone to share his worries. Other things can be put aside for now."

"Old Dragon Well disappeared, and it was said that Du Juan was responsible, but Mei Niang, who came to deliver the letter to the Ruan Mansion, said with certainty that Du Juan had already died in Si Chen Mansion. What is going on?"

"How much have I missed? What happened in Sichen Mansion? Please enlighten me, sir."