Chapter 664: Confession
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Mingzhu cried out coquettishly, “You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose! You’re upset that I won’t confide in you, so you deliberately hurt me to get back at me.” If you can no longer love me, let me at least be spoiled in your arms one last time.
Yuwen Chu was stunned by her foolishness and hurriedly fetched her some cold water. “No one drinks tea like that! Didn’t you know I just brewed it?” Drinking tea like that was more like gulping down cold tea on a hot day. He didn’t say the rest because he saw her face was covered in tears, seemingly unstoppable.
His heart softened suddenly. Impulsively, he hugged her and said, “I won’t ask anymore. We’ll stay as we were.”
But Mingzhu knew that if they didn’t clarify this matter, they would never be the same as before. With a gap and cracks between them, how could they withstand countless daggers and arrows? So, this was the best opportunity to explain things clearly. Yuwen Chu still deeply loved her, and at the height of affection, he was also the most understanding.
What Fourth Brother said was probably right and reasonable. Men shouldn’t be easily trusted, but she thought, she had already lost once and didn’t want to lose again for the second time.
The best way for the second time was to face it calmly. Time would wash away the colors, change the feelings. Given time, she could achieve that.
The weather was cold, and the teacup wasn’t large, so it wasn’t very hot. The pain was in the heart. Mingzhu wiped her tears with Yuwen Chu’s sleeve and said softly, “No, I need to tell you. I don’t want any distance or estrangement between us. I want us to grow old together, to rely on each other. So I think I need to try and fight this d*mned fate. If I run away without fighting, I’ll be a coward. I’ve already been a coward once; I don’t want to be one again.”
If this was the punishment and test for taking Jiang Shanshan’s place, then she had to strive even harder. Mingzhu, full of resolve, looked up at Yuwen Chu and said clearly, “I have a long story to tell. Please, Your Highness, dismiss everyone unrelated first.”
Yuwen Chu clapped his hands, and someone cleared everyone out. He then prepared to listen. “You’ve said before, if you didn’t want to say it, I could wait.”
“This is the time,” Mingzhu said softly. “How to say it… Your Highness knows the story of ‘a dream of yellow millet,’ right?”
Yuwen Chu nodded, wanting to speak, but Mingzhu interrupted him and continued, “Different from the Yellow Millet Dream, he had a beautiful dream, while I had a nightmare. I kept mentioning Linan Wang earlier, and this incident also stemmed from a remark by Jiang Shanshan. It’s not without reason. Because the two of them and the two of us have always been intertwined. Maybe that’s considered a dream, or maybe it’s not a dream, because when you wake up from a dream, there’s no trace left, everything can start anew, and all the bad things can have a chance to be rewritten.”
“To say it wasn’t a dream is because many things in the dream were true, and the dreamer benefited from them, and I was that beneficiary.” Mingzhu looked directly into Yuwen Chu’s eyes. “The crossbow design and the drip dew pot came from that. They were indeed brought out by Jiang Shanshan, who was originally your rightful Wangfei, while I was in the position of Princess Wusun, having been married to Yuwen You for about eight years.”
Yuwen Chu stared at Mingzhu without blinking, his eyes full of confusion and inquiry. He couldn’t digest this explanation immediately. He had imagined countless possibilities, even considered Mingzhu might be what Jiang Shanshan had said. But he had never expected this.
Mingzhu waited silently for a while, but since he showed no reaction, her initial nervous anticipation gradually turned into disappointment and helplessness. She smiled bitterly, slowly got up, and prepared to leave.
Just as she took half a step, Yuwen Chu grabbed her sleeve. She heard him say softly, “Where are you going?”
Mingzhu tried to make her voice sound cheerful and nonchalant. “I’ve been sitting for a long time and feel a bit stuffy. I want to go for a walk.”
“Don’t go.” Yuwen Chu moved over a bit, inviting her to sit beside him. “Finish your story. When my royal brother and I used to sneak out of the palace to listen to storytellers, the thing we hated most was when they ended with ‘to be continued.’ You aren’t planning to drag this out for seventy or eighty episodes over several years, are you?”
Although Mingzhu could tell he was teasing, it didn’t feel that way to her. She trusted his initial reaction more, so she pulled Yuwen Chu’s hand away out of spite. “I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m not in the mood.”
Yuwen Chu didn’t force her. Instead, he handed her cloak to her. “Wherever you want to walk, put on your cloak first. It’s cold, don’t catch a chill.”
He wasn’t stopping her; he was giving her a cloak? Was he trying to send her away? Mingzhu felt a mix of anger and grievance, grabbed the cloak without putting it on, and quickly walked out.
Yuwen Chu immediately realized that if he didn’t quickly catch up and stop her, there would probably be a real problem. Although his gesture of handing over the cloak didn’t mean he wanted her to leave, but according to his own habit, he thought that when there was something that couldn’t be dealt with calmly, it might be better to set it aside for a while and calm down. However, Mingzhu obviously didn’t see it that way; she would probably think that he didn’t want to see her.
He jumped up, caught up with her, and pulled her back just as she was about to step out the door. “I’ve changed my mind. You can leave only after you’ve finished your story.”
Mingzhu struggled. “But I don’t want to talk anymore!” Her brother was probably right. She started to regret her impulsiveness. She shouldn’t have been so easily swayed by Yuwen Chu’s gentle coaxing to reveal everything. She regretted it deeply.
Yuwen Chu firmly shut the door and leaned against it to block the way. “Then I’ll wait here until you feel like talking.”
Mingzhu, unable to match his height or strength, could only walk back to the tea table and sit down, her posture stiff, her expression blank as she stared out at the remnants of snow outside the window.
Yuwen Chu walked over and sat beside her, nudging her gently. “Move over a bit, let me sit.”
Mingzhu ignored him, so he lifted her and placed her further inside. She angrily scratched his hand, which he took with a low laugh. “Such a fierce little wildcat.”
Mingzhu felt a pang of sorrow, and tears fell. She used to be his treasure, but now she was just a wildcat.
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