“Of course,” Shen Yu said exaggeratedly, “Before, you practically had ‘Don’t come near me, I’m annoyed by you’ written all over your face. I thought…”
"What did you think?" Qin Moyu looked at the stammering Shen Yu with suspicion.
Shen Yu coughed awkwardly and said, "I thought you really disliked the Ancestor, but couldn't refuse."
That's why Shen Yu felt a sense of mission—"I can't collude with evil forces, I have to save my friends"—and came to Qin Moyu to discuss countermeasures.
Shen Yu had even imagined a tragic story where "the two were in love but were forced to separate because of the powerful ancestor's forceful taking of them. Poor Mo Yu could neither refuse nor agree, and could only be trapped in the imperial city, longing for his Daoist partner."
Qin Moyu was both amused and exasperated: "Your imagination is running wild!"
"Brainstorming?" Shen Yu tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. Then what did you mean by saying you were late?" Qin Moyu coughed lightly and changed the subject.
"Actually, I originally came here to help you escape," Shen Yu said softly. "You look so unhappy, although I'm not confident I can escape from the Ancestor. But I think if you really want to leave, with my help, your chances of success will be much greater."
Although Shen Yu's imagination was far-fetched, Qin Moyu still felt a warmth in her heart that the other party was risking offending Shen Mo to plan her escape.
“But it seems we don’t need to now,” Shen Yu said with a smile. “After all, I’ve never seen the Ancestor be so gentle with anyone.”
Shen Yu felt that if Qin Moyu was determined to leave, he didn't need to worry about it; the ancestor would protect Qin Moyu as she left.
Gentle...
Qin Moyu was momentarily lost in thought.
Indeed, Shen Mo never seemed to show any coldness in front of me; in fact, he was incredibly gentle. But at the time, I was so immersed in my grief that I subconsciously rejected all of Shen Mo's advances.
"Speaking of which... Mo Yu, what exactly are your feelings for the Ancestor?" Shen Yu sighed. "Although I call him Ancestor, it's because that's how I should address him according to seniority. But actually, the Ancestor isn't that old, and I've never heard of him liking anyone, let alone..."
Not to mention that he pursued her so persistently even knowing she had a Daoist partner. You should know that with Shen Mo's strength and status, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find a beauty more beautiful than Qin Moyu. Even if she wasn't his Daoist partner, there would be plenty of people willing to have her as a wife or concubine.
"I don't know either." Qin Moyu's eyes dimmed considerably, and she said in a muffled voice, "I should like Ye Bai, but... I can't see him as Ye Bai. They are one person, yet not the same person, but now I always see him as Ye Bai..."
"Wait!" As Shen Yu listened, he sensed something was amiss. His voice trembled as he asked, "You... your Daoist partner wouldn't be..."
"Ah, I forgot to tell you." Qin Moyu then remembered that Shen Yebai had put on a facade in front of Shen Yu, and explained, "The person who went with me to seek revenge on Fen Gong that day was Yebai."
So what exactly am I worried about in the end?
Shen Yu covered his face. He thought the ancestor was trying to steal someone else's partner and wondered why the ancestor would take a fancy to Qin Moyu, who already had a Daoist partner. It turned out that the ancestor was stealing someone else's partner!
Considering the fusion with Shen Yebai, it's no wonder Qin Moyu dislikes the ancestor; he brought it all upon himself.
To this, Shen Yu only has one thing to say.
Serves you right!
Shen Yu had witnessed how depressed Qin Moyu was during that time, but he didn't ask because he was afraid of touching a sore spot. Now that the truth has come out, the old ancestor is still a major villain.
—Speaking of which, the term "major villain" was taught to him by Qin Moyu during a conversation.
"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it." Shen Yu patted the conflicted Qin Moyu. Even though her only relationship had ended before it even began, she still pretended to be very experienced and said nonchalantly, "There's always a way out. You can't rush things when it comes to feelings. When you're really moved, you'll naturally stop worrying about it."
"This is the only way." Qin Moyu sighed helplessly.
If he really can't figure it out, then so be it, he can just not want anyone, and go back to live a quiet life with his master.
Qin Moyu thought to himself.
So when Shen Mo returned with the imperial physician, Shen Yu instinctively gave him a strange look that seemed to say, "I never imagined you were this kind of person," leaving Shen Mo completely bewildered.
Shen Mo's intuition told him that Shen Yu's look was definitely not a good thing, so he didn't ask Qin Moyu about it, but he had already secretly made a mental note of Shen Yu's behavior.
There's plenty of time; he's never in a hurry to take revenge.
Shen Yu touched his arm and looked up at the clear blue sky with a puzzled expression.
Strange, has the weather changed? It's chilly here.
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Kissing Momo is Sweet
After examining Xuanjing Zhenren's injuries, the imperial physician stated that he was no longer in mortal danger, but since the injury had reached the root, it would still take some time for him to fully recover. It would be best to soak in the medicinal baths they prepared every day and not use spiritual energy to recover faster.
Qin Moyu naturally knew the saying that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but this meant that True Person Xuanjing could not take Qin Moyu back to Guanlan Sect and would have to stay here to recuperate.
However, Master Xuanjing, who had long since fled with his little cabbage, had no intention of staying. He only wanted to run away with Qin Moyu, and kept fussing that he was in great shape and didn't need any recuperation.
"Come on, Master." Qin Moyu looked at his master, who was letting loose, and rubbed his temples helplessly. He said with a wry smile, "Putting aside what others might say, I feel like I could knock you down with one punch right now."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Master Xuanjing snorted, looked Qin Moyu up and down, and said disdainfully, "Don't I know you? How could someone with your small frame possibly beat me?"
Qin Moyu had heard these words countless times. In the past, he thought his master was just putting on a brave face, but now he realized that his master had never lied to him. He was really strong—provided that his injuries had healed.
"Yes, yes, you're the best." Qin Moyu nodded perfunctorily. With an old rascal like her master, she had to coax and deceive him. "But isn't this a special situation? Besides, they saved you, so you have to owe them a favor. You have to repay them either way. If you stay now, you can get treatment for free. If you leave now, wouldn't that be a loss?"
That makes some sense.
Master Xuanjing pondered. In any case, he would definitely owe a favor to the Southern Kingdom's royal family. Rather than going back and exhausting himself, he would rather stay and recover from his injuries. Although he was reluctant to stay, he knew that if he went back, his injuries would not heal as quickly.
Seeing that Master Xuanjing had gotten himself into a daze, Qin Moyu quickly pressed on and settled things: "Alright, it's settled then. Master, you stay here and don't wander off."
"Wait—" Master Xuanjing keenly sensed the hidden meaning in Qin Moyu's words and quickly grabbed Qin Moyu, who was trying to slip away. He gritted his teeth and said, "You brat, explain yourself clearly. What do you mean by 'I'm staying here,' and where are you going?"
Ah, we've been discovered.