Le vent remue mon cœur

Chapitre 1

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Like a cool tree that blooms in spring, spring after spring.

Who does "cool wood" refer to? And who does "spring" refer to?

The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken of; the benefactor can discover it for himself.

The story tells of:

After a woman and a man fall in love... (This statement is questionable)

After a woman and a man appreciate each other... (This statement is questionable)

Perhaps one day, as time marches on and you grow old, you'll find that the person sleeping beside you isn't the one you loved in the past, but rather the one who cherishes you now. (This statement is highly questionable.)

Chapter One: Prologue

Young Master Rong has broken the poison array of Qixuan Kingdom!

General Wu has undermined the military prestige of Crown Prince Qixuan!

Today in Ningcheng, myths about General Wu Sheng and Assistant Rong Yue are circulating everywhere, telling stories of how they charged into battle and how they defeated the enemy. The storytellers in the teahouses speak fluently and vividly, making it impossible not to be impressed.

Meanwhile, inside Huajun Pavilion, a victory celebration banquet was about to begin. What kind of place is Huajun Pavilion? It's the largest brothel in Ningcheng!

Wu Sheng, as the Grand General, sat at the head of the table. His eyes gleamed. He was just over forty years old and a seasoned veteran of Qi Tian Kingdom's many foreign wars, yet his behavior was somewhat improper. Holding this victory celebration banquet at Hua Jun Pavilion suited him quite well.

However, following his gaze, what he saw was not the top courtesan, nor any shy beauty, but a handsome and leisurely servant standing next to Rong Yue!

The Rong family is a prominent family in Ningcheng. Rong Yue's assistance in defeating Qixuan Army as an assistant manager is a great achievement. However, at this moment, he blocked the view of many beautiful women, followed Wu Sheng's gaze to look at the person beside him, slowly picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. His eyes were deep and he seemed to be pondering something.

“Manager Rong, this victory over the enemy is truly gratifying. Shouldn’t we have a drink?” Wu Sheng finally turned his gaze to Rong Yue.

A flash of impatience crossed Rong Yue's eyes. He slowly raised his wine cup. Since there was no beauty by his side, a servant stepped forward to pour him some wine.

But when Rong Yue raised his glass, Wu Sheng remained unmoved.

“My wine glass is still empty,” Wu Sheng said, his eyes revealing a lewd glint.

It would have been reasonable for Rong Yue's servant to pour wine for Wu Sheng in this situation, but the look in his eyes was simply unbearable to look at.

"Clang!" The wine pot fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces. The servant's face flushed red and then turned pale, her delicate hand already being grabbed by Wu Sheng! To openly commit homosexuality in broad daylight, Wu Sheng was far too audacious! All the soldiers and beauties present stared in disbelief.

"Clang!" Another mess ensued. When they turned around, Rong Yue's wine cups and tableware had all been swept to the ground, and his robes were covered in a large water stain. No one dared to make a sound.

Everyone could see that Rong Yue was doing it on purpose, provoked by Wu Sheng's audacious act.

"Oh dear! Look how soaked our young master Rong is! Xiao Kui, quickly take him to the warm pavilion next door to change his clothes." The madam arrived just in time to smooth things over.

"I have servants with me, so there's no need to trouble them. I apologize for spoiling everyone's mood. Shen Mo, go change your clothes!" Rong Yue said as he walked out.

The attendant behind him, Shen Mo, quickly broke free from Wu Sheng's grip and followed.

Wu Sheng was extremely unwilling. He had acted on impulse and lost face in front of everyone to get the person, thinking it would be easy. However, seeing the situation, it was extremely difficult. Thinking of that elegant and beautiful face, Wu Sheng couldn't help but frown and sigh.

Inside the warm pavilion, Shen Mo tugged at Rong Yue, who was staring at him intently: "Young Master, someone else might come in at any time. Are you going to keep watching like this?"

Rong Yue's eyes flashed, and with a forceful pull, he dragged Shen Mo into one of the cubicles, forcing her to back away until they were against the screen. Then, he wrapped his hand around her waist.

"You don't need to come out with me next time, just stay in the manor." Rong Yue buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath tickling her.

Shen Mo hugged him and snuggled closer. "I am your servant, it's my duty. I know he's attracted to men, I'll just wear women's clothes next time, but..." Remembering Wu Sheng's blunt attitude earlier, he definitely wouldn't let it go. He might even come to the Rong residence to demand her back one day, which wasn't unheard of. Shen Mo raised her face: "You still need to cooperate with him, but how do we end this?"

His brow furrowed, and a fierce look appeared on Rong Yue's face. "How dare he take my woman so easily!"

Shen Mo smiled, her fingers touching a cold patch of water on his side. She quickly pulled him away, saying, "Young Master, the weather is cold and damp. Don't catch a cold." Little did she know that most of their weight was on the screen, and this step back knocked it over.

Shen Mo felt like she kept hearing loud noises all day long. First, a wine pot broke, then a wine cup broke, and now it was her turn to break. She smiled and pinched Rong Yue, who was acting as her cushion, before she was about to get up from him when she saw the little maid standing to the side with wide eyes.

"Um... um, my mother asked me to bring Young Master Rong a set of clean clothes, I..." He stammered, swallowed hard as he looked at the two of them, and then simply dropped the clothes and ran out!

Shen Mo blinked, watching the maid gradually disappear. "Young Master, this..."

Recalling the maid's gaze, Rong Yue shook his head: "I've lost out."

"Losing money?"

After getting up again, seeing her slightly raised face, her watery eyes sharp and clear, her eyes like a crescent moon and a pear blossom, he couldn't help but stroke her. His eyes were deep and thoughtful, and with a flicker of his gaze, he said, "It seems like it's not a bad deal."

Chapter Two: Two Lifetimes

The heatwave is intense, the wind has stopped and the clouds have cleared; summer always makes the whole space feel stuffy and suffocating. However, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month is somewhat of an exception.

At this moment, the sky is ablaze with red clouds, and the pool water ripples accordingly.

"Dong Yun!"

A sudden cry, like a gust of wind, tore through the auspicious clouds. It came from the backyard of a servant in the Rong family mansion in Ningcheng.

A young woman lay on the bed, her hair damp with sweat, her face pale and lifeless. She appeared to be dead, but her face was serene, turned slightly to the side. In her direction lay an infant, half-covered by a cloth, just born, yet with eyes as bewildered and serene as an adult's.

There were two other people beside the bed. One was sobbing uncontrollably, leaning against the edge of the bed, while the other gently patted and comforted him.

"Mo An, I know you were on good terms with Dong Yun, but he's gone now. At least the child was saved. Don't grieve too much and ruin your health."

The woman who had been weeping bent over raised her head, wiped away her tears, and looked at the newcomer with gratitude: "Thank you for your care, Aunt Xia. I am grateful."

Her gaze fell upon Dong Yun's serene face, and a pang of heartache shot through her again. She and Dong Yun had entered the Rong household as maids together, sharing hardships for years, becoming like sisters. Who knew that last year, an army would suddenly be stationed in Ningcheng, and Dong Yun and a soldier surnamed Shen among them would fall for each other. However, just as Dong Yun discovered she was pregnant, the army's stay ended, and the soldier surnamed Shen had vanished without a trace!

For ten months, Dong Yun endured disdain and contempt from the household because of this child of unknown origin. However, just as she was about to enjoy the joy of motherhood, she suffered a difficult childbirth! Dong Yun tightly gripped the midwife's sleeve and emphasized hundreds of times, "Save the child first!" Mo An could only stand aside and watch Dong Yun's life slowly fade away in order to save the child.

As if she had made a decision, Mo An wiped away her tears and reached out to hug the baby beside her.

Chen Xiaomo felt a lightness in her body and only when she saw Mo An's face getting closer and closer did she recover from her shock.

The vintage bed, the woman with her hair tied up and wearing a dress, and everything they had just said... She had actually transmigrated! And she had even caused the death of her mother in this life!

"Huh, what's this?!" Aunt Xia, who was standing next to her, reached up to Chen Xiaomo's small ankle and found that she had a strange anklet wrapped around her foot.

Upon closer inspection, several small, round plaques are strung together between the beads of the anklet, each clearly engraved with the character "陌" (mò).

It's impossible for Dong Yun to have the strength to put an anklet on the child while she was in such a state of intense emotional pain.

So... this child is extraordinary, born with something attached, definitely not ordinary!

“Mo…Mo…” Mo An held her and murmured, “Amo, is this name bestowed by Heaven as compensation for Dong Yun?” She kissed the little face of the child in her arms, and a tear slid down her cheek.

This was certainly not a name bestowed by heaven. The chain on her ankle was the only thing the man from before she transmigrated left her. Chen Xiaomo opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Amo, even without your mother, I'm still here. Don't be afraid, I'm here. From now on, you will be my daughter." Mo An's tears fell beside her eyes. Chen Xiaomo blinked, feeling a strange warmth. It was the same warm feeling as the man's words.

Mo An's eyes welled up with tears, and Chen Xiaomo felt as if she had returned to nine years ago. She clearly remembered that the orphanage held a grand fundraising ceremony that year.

The main character of the ceremony was a young man named Shen Yue, who donated enough money on behalf of the Shen family to build another orphanage of the same size.

If the orphanage is expanded in the future, will more children move in? Will it take away the little bit of affection the teachers have left for her? Will she have to fight every day?

Resting her chin on her hand, she looked at the aloof and elegant Shen Yue on the podium, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

Whoosh... Lost in thought, Chen Xiaomo was suddenly pulled away from her arms by someone. A chill ran through her, and combined with her earlier frustration, she watched as the little boy who had taken her doll pinched and twisted it, eventually using it as a cushion under her bottom.

A glint of anger flashed in Chen Xiaomo's eyes, and she finally couldn't hold back any longer. Ignoring the fact that the hall was quiet and that the young master of the orphanage was on the stage thanking her profusely, she stood up abruptly and pushed the boy to the ground.

"Crash!" The force was too great, and the boy and chair tumbled backward, his cries echoing as he hit the ground.

Catching a glimpse of blood seeping from the back of the boy's head, she dusted off the doll, feeling a mix of satisfaction and guilt. When she saw the teacher rushing over, she quickly turned her face away, not wanting to see her cursing her. She stubbornly stared at Shen Yue, the most dazzling person in the auditorium, meeting his probing gaze.

Finally, things quieted down. Chen Xiaomo stood alone in the white corner with her head down. The teacher said that this was punishment, and she wouldn't be allowed to eat until she apologized.

Why not apologize?

Suddenly, a pair of exquisite leather shoes appeared before her eyes. Then, Chen Xiaomo saw a handsome face, the same face that had been on the podium, but who was saying the same words as her teacher.

She didn't know how many times she had said, "I did nothing wrong!"

"This...is very important?" Shen Yue pointed to the doll in her arms.

Startled, Chen Xiaomo froze, staring blankly at him. As if blinded by the light in his eyes, tears suddenly welled up and flowed uncontrollably, wetting the hair of the doll in her hand.

"Waaah...so much blood...waaah..." Chen Xiaomo cried as she held up the doll in her hand, "My parents bought this for me...car accident..." She seemed to have used all her strength to cry, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Over the years, every time she encountered her doll in the orphanage, she would fight to the death with the other children. Afterwards, everyone would blame her. They knew her story, but they didn't know the knot in her heart. Shen Yue was the first to cry, so she cried for the first time in five years since entering the orphanage.

Later, Shen Yue's palms were warm as he led her away from the orphanage and away from that nightmarish car accident. That year, Chen Xiaomo was eleven years old, and Shen Yue was twenty.

Shen's Chen Xiaomo, this is her new identity. She lives in a big villa, attends a good school, wears new clothes, and no longer has to compete with others for affection. She has Shen Yue, and no longer has to fear being violated by others. She has Shen Yue.

With Shen Yue by her side, she could do anything she wanted and refuse anything she disliked. Everyone in the Shen family knew that Shen Yue doted on this young lady.

The thugs kidnapped Chen Xiaomo to extort money from Shen Yue, and Shen Yue even began to associate with gangsters. Shen Yue found her and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." That year, Chen Xiaomo was fifteen years old.

When Shen Yue was embroiled in a scandal with a female celebrity, Chen Xiaomo pursed her lips and looked at him, saying, "She's not pretty."

Shen Yue touched her hair, "It really doesn't look good." That year, Chen Xiaomo was eighteen years old.

Shen Yue called while he was away on a business trip: "Xiao Mo, for me, family, friendship, or love, which one would you choose?" His voice was so weak it was almost unbelievable.

Chen Xiaomo heard a commotion, shouts, and even the sound of an ambulance in the distance. She cried out, "Chen Yue, what's wrong? What happened?" "Don't scare me, I'm home alone, come back quickly..."

And in the end, he could never come back; Shen Yue died!

Later, while sorting through the belongings, someone discovered an anklet with many small, round pendants strung together between the beads. It was a fashionable accessory that had been custom-made abroad.

The information was delivered to Chen Xiaomo, who seemed to have lost her soul. Only then did she realize that she had forgotten something—she had forgotten to answer a question Shen Yue asked before his death. She hadn't answered it…

"Why isn't this child crying? And there's something else..." Aunt Xia gently touched Chen Xiaomo's cheek, glanced at Mo An, but ultimately didn't say the word "dazed."

Chen Xiaomo awoke from her reverie and stared intently at the woman named Mo An before her. A feeling of kinship welled up within her, so similar to the feeling she had for Shen Yue.

Chen Xiaomo closed her eyes quietly, thinking that it was good that she hadn't answered. If she had said "family ties," wouldn't Shen Yue have been sad? He would definitely have been sad!

In the years that followed, she learned that this place was a border town called "Ningcheng" in the Qitian Kingdom, and that she was born into a wealthy family in that town: the Rong family.

In a completely fictional dynasty and an entirely unfamiliar environment, it took her a very long time to adapt. Fortunately, Mo An was by her side, but by following Mo An, she also became a servant.