A female coroner arrived at the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Chapter 305 Can't I be your only one?
"A letter?" Mu Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat. "Where's the letter? Let me see it!"

Song Shuyu took out a letter from the wooden box by the bedside and handed it to Mu Qingcheng, her eyes reddening with sadness. "It has few words but a lot of information. Every sentence hits the heart."

"Young man of the Song family: My daughter Qingcheng is already betrothed to another, so don't even think about it! The Mu and Song families are sworn enemies, and we will not marry without a fight to the death!"

The handwriting is correct, and the writing style is also fine; it is indeed a letter written by the father.

Mu Qingcheng's calm and composed demeanor was replaced by unease. Lu Xun's words had come true; he had guessed it all!
Lost in thought, Song Shuyu shook her arm, feeling extremely aggrieved, "Has Uncle Mu forgotten? He praised me when I was little!"

"Praise you?" Mu Qingcheng was both surprised and curious. "When did you meet my father? What did he praise you for?"

“When I was nine years old, I accompanied my father to the wedding banquet of the Grand Tutor’s mansion. I met Uncle Mu at the banquet. He said that the second son of the Song family was intelligent, handsome, and knew how to be polite and righteous. He would surely become a great man in the future.”

Song Shuyu recalled the past, his expression becoming more complicated. That banquet was the first time he had met Mu Qingcheng.

At that time, she didn't tell him her real name. After hearing her father call him "Ayu," she casually made up the name "Ayuan." Now, her memory hasn't returned, and she still believes Ayuan is someone else, another woman he fell in love with in his youth. Therefore, after he understood the truth, he dared not mention Ayuan again.

Hearing the word "wedding banquet," Mu Qingcheng felt a sense of familiarity. He was nine years old, and she was seven. The banquet with its winding stream and floating wine cups that had appeared in her dreams, the garden where many children played, the mass grave, the corpses, the little girl with her hair in pigtails, the handsome young man holding a puppy, the little boy crying loudly with a snake wrapped around his ankle...

Those scenes flashed through my mind like passing through trees and flowers, as if they were not far away, as if they had really happened before...

Seeing that she didn't react for a while, Song Shuyu waved her finger in front of her eyes again, "Qingcheng, what are you thinking about?"

"Sir, you've changed your address to Uncle Mu, is it because you intend to..." Mu Qingcheng snapped out of her thoughts and asked him seriously, "Are you planning to give up?"

"how is this possible?"

Song Shuyu suddenly stood up, her voice rising several octaves, "For you, I have remained chaste and plotted for a long time; I have schemed and plotted to finally achieve this day, how could I possibly give you up? I have taken ninety-nine steps, and I am only one step away. Even if your father stabs me three times and six times, even if I lose my life, I will never give up! Mu Qingcheng, marrying you is my only obsession in this life!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Song Shuyu's breathing became rapid, her body tense, and her fair skin turned even more flushed.

Mu Qingcheng's heart was as soft as cotton, utterly defenseless. How could she not reciprocate such unwavering and courageous love, so steadfastly and bravely chosen, so devotedly and without regret?

A pang of sadness welled up in her eyes, but she raised her hand to pinch his cheek, a smile playing on her red lips. "Song Shuyu, do you want to hear your choice of words? 'Planned for a long time' and 'scheming to the extreme'—is there a single positive word in them? What, do you see me as a political enemy? Or some mountain you're trying to conquer?"

Song Shuyu dared not resist. Enduring the pain, she pitifully said, "I...I know my literary talent is inferior to that of the third-ranked scholar. You may not say it, but you must be disgusted with me. Don't worry, Qingcheng, I will work hard to improve..."

"Keep acting! Keep acting!" Mu Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated. "Do people outside know that the mighty Lord Song is actually a green tea flower in private?"

Song Shuyu gently straightened her bent fingers one by one, then pressed the back of her hand and stroked his face, a charming smile overflowing from his beautiful dark eyes, "Private matters are reserved for my wife."

Mu Qingcheng unconsciously swallowed, secretly thinking to herself, "A pure and innocent young master who keeps himself pure? He's clearly a master flirt, a male version of a vixen!"
Lost in thought, the man stretched out his long arm, pulled her up, and shoved her into his arms!
"grown ups……"

Her slightly parted lips were swallowed up by the unspoken surprise. "You promised me a kiss, but you won't give it to me, so I have to ask for it myself."

Song Shuyu kissed her rather hastily, pouring his unease, fear of loss, and deep love into the kiss.

In early spring, the house was still burning with silver charcoal.

The ever-increasing warmth nearly melted him and her away.

Song Shuyu struggled on the verge of losing control, but reason eventually prevailed. He stopped in time, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he pulled her into a deep embrace.

"Qingcheng, I changed my form of address because I was afraid that Uncle Mu would dislike me even more and think I was a rude person. Don't worry, I will do everything I can to gain Uncle Mu's forgiveness, personally kill the Empress Dowager, and resolve the blood feud between our two families. As for you, I am determined to have you!"

The scalding breath unique to Song Shuyu sprayed into Mu Qingcheng's neck, causing her to tremble slightly.

"My lord, I believe you. But I won't let you fight alone." Mu Qingcheng patted the man's broad shoulders and stepped out of his embrace, her eyes bright and resolute. "Whether it's my father or the Empress Dowager, we will fight side by side!"

If two people want to stay together for a long time, one cannot face the storm while the other hides under an umbrella; they should move in step and advance and retreat together.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Song Shuyu couldn't help but kiss him again.

However, this time things didn't go as planned. Mu Qingcheng grabbed his ear, bringing him close but only allowing him to look without being able to touch him!
She said, "My father's letter of objection isn't the main reason you drink so much, is it? Tell me, what else is there that makes you want to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"I...I don't want to say." Song Shuyu's eyes darkened, and her tone became low.

Mu Qingcheng looked displeased. "Does not wanting to talk mean you don't trust me, or that you're afraid I'll worry?"

Song Shuyu shook her head.

Seeing this, Mu Qingcheng guessed to herself, "Because of the Empress Dowager? No, you haven't paid your respects to the Empress Dowager these past few days..."

"Lu Xun!"

Song Shuyu suddenly spoke up, "Because of Lu Xun! Qingcheng, you forced me to ask you this, not because I was jealous. You're not allowed to be angry with me!"

"Huh?" Mu Qingcheng was taken aback, then remembered Lu Xun coming to see her, and said, "It's not like you just found out about Lu Xun and my relationship, is it really that big of a deal?"

As if her sore spot had been hit, Song Shuyu's eyes instantly welled up with tears of grievance. "How could it not be like this? I was already very upset when Uncle Mu rejected me. I came to you to talk to you, and you... you actually took off your clothes in the house behind my back, and you even touched his body. You, you've never even touched me! Mu Qingcheng, tell me, do you want everything in the pot? Can't I be your only one?"

(End of this chapter)