Chapter 243: Chang Yuan: Being Arrogant on the Lord's Head

 Chapter 243: Chang Yuan: Being Arrogant on the Lord's Head

Su Zijia was speechless, and he dared not look directly at Qin Ruan. His face momentarily lost color.

Qin Ruan said, "You did not notice Mu Qing's changes. You have been satisfying your own spiritual needs by constantly idealizing Mu Qing as a beautiful image in your mind. The two of you have reached this result, and you cannot shirk your responsibility. Your blind obedience to her has led her to become increasingly greedy, wanting to take more and more from you. In the end, she even wanted to take away the seemingly bright and beautiful surface that you sacrificed your skin, bones, and self-esteem for, and plunged into the murky water of the abyss. Isn't this what you have indulged her in?"

Su Zijia was stunned, and his face was full of enlightenment.

Qin Ruan said, "I'll send you down now. Perhaps you can still catch up with Mu Qing and see her. She has been poisoned by the hook snake venom and probably cannot hold on for long."

Su Zijia stared straight at Qin Ruan, his eyes dead.

He asked, "What will happen to her?"

"Eighteen levels of hell, and she cannot escape any of them. She won't even be able to reincarnate as a human again," Qin Ruan stated in a calm and cold tone.

Su Zijia frowned, his expression seeming sad and tearful.

"Let's go, let's go. We should have left earlier," he said, turning to look outside the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, his body filled with sorrow.

Dim yellow streetlights dotted the courtyard in the darkness.

His sister had once been his guiding light, allowing him to see the light in the darkness, but now she was unrecognizable.

Su Zijia's soul suddenly transformed, restoring the elegance and composure of his initial appearance. His whole body emitted an extraordinary beauty, more seductive than that of a woman.

As he turned his back to the others, he raised his hand and lifted his orchid finger.

He leaned slightly to one side, dressed in a blue cheongsam, and uttered familiar lines.

"Once the flowers bloomed in splendor, now all of them wither on the broken well and ruined wall. Alas, why must such a beautiful moment and scene be at the mercy of the heavens? Whose courtyard can we go to for fun and pleasure?"

His voice was full of sorrow and tears, with an authentic and round tone that lingered in the air.

However, it was permeated with a myriad of sadness and loneliness.

"Su Zijia's body is extremely graceful, and his elegance in every movement and gesture is pleasing to the eye.

However, he exudes an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

"Morning flight, evening fold, clouds and mist, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats."

"Jinping people always look down on the fleeting time..."

As he finished speaking, he slowly turned around, and his delicate orchid finger that he had just raised was withdrawn.

His eyes, filled with a deep silence, scanned everyone present, as if unwilling to part yet also bidding farewell.

Qin Ruan shifted her gaze away, unable to meet his eyes.

Su Zijia asked her if she had ever encountered light.

In fact, she had.

Third Young Master was the light that illuminated her path.

She would never walk the path of Mu Qing and Su Zijia with Third Master.

Honesty was important between them.

Suzi Jia stood up straight, his thin lips curving into an emotionless arc.

He asked with a smile, "Did I sing well?"

"Not bad," was Qiao Nanyuan's response.

Su Zijia's eyebrows and eyes curved, but there was no trace of a smile in his gaze.

"Qingqing taught me all of this. She was always afraid that I would reveal myself and not be able to handle those wealthy businessmen and noblemen. She insisted on teaching me a few tricks, and I never thought they would come in handy, allowing me to bluff my way through a few times."

Suzi Jia lowered his gaze and elegantly adjusted his qipao.

Every action he made was graceful, even including a simple glance.

This was a charm that came from within, something that others couldn't take away or bestow upon him.

These were habits that he had developed while standing in for Mu Qing, interacting with those wealthy businessmen, tycoons, and noblemen day after day.

They were deeply imprinted in his bones, an existence that could not be erased.

Suzi Jia's choked voice slowly sounded, "In my lifetime, I wandered aimlessly for half of it. Qingqing was the only thing I clung to in this world, and for her, I could give up everything."

Qin Ruan Being Arrogant on the Lord's Head opened her red lips lightly and spoke in a cold and hard tone, "Ignorant!"

Su Zijia disagreed and continued, "When I was helping Qingqing deal with those rich and noble sons, I also met people who were well-read and had the ambition to sacrifice themselves for tens of thousands of their fellow countrymen, bravely laying down their lives for their cause.

Because of their influence, I embarked on a path of disregarding life and death. It was only then that I realized that there was such value in living."

"I didn't personally witness the process of the path to freedom that was forged by countless blood and tears, which is truly a pity," he added.

Qin Ruan's tone was much gentler this time as she replied, "What you saw is exactly what our ancestors hoped for. They will always be remembered."

Su Zijia nodded without disagreement and said, "Yes, they were so brave and fearless, and what they hoped for has now been realized."

Qin Ruansheng then asked, "And what about you? Besides Qingqing, what do you hope for deep down in your heart?"

Su Zijia thought carefully before answering the question, "A home where I can stay and not worry about where to go every day."

He was like a rootless person, with no fixed abode.

After meeting Qingqing, he felt the warmth of the sun in this world and became greedy for it.

For the sake of this light, he stepped into a deep abyss from another quagmire.

He was restless, fearful, and tortured by pain in the quiet of the night, and had long since lost himself.

The only brave and correct thing Su Zijia did in his lifetime was that he had experienced another world, a place without any impurities.

They threw their heads and spilled blood, all with a sincere heart.

It seemed like a family shrouded in clouds, but it was full of hope for countless people.

"There will be," Qin Ruan said in a clear but slightly deep voice, speaking very seriously, almost as if it were a promise.

As soon as she finished speaking, the large hall fell into darkness once again.

"Su Zijia, you should go now," Qin Ruansheng returned to her cold tone.

"Originally, the reds and purples were blooming everywhere, but now they are all given to the broken wells and ruined walls. What a shame for the good times and beautiful scenery," Su Zijia recited in a theatrical tone.

His voice grew distant until it could no longer be heard.

After the living room regained its brightness, Qin Ruan turned around to greet Lu Wenbin, Qiao Nanyuan, and Changyuan's gaze.

Changyuan complained to Qin Ruan, "You sent away my companion who I could chat with, and now I don't have anyone to talk to."

Is he protecting Su Zijia just to have someone to talk to?

Qin Ruan tried to control her eye-rolling and said, "Su Zijia is not a person."

Changyuan looked sad and said, "But he can talk to me."

"Xiao Yunchen can also talk to you."

"My lord is afraid of me."

"You can't let him be afraid of you forever."

Changyuan frowned, not understanding what Qin Ruan meant.

"The shadow in your lord's heart will eventually be resolved. Are you going to just stay by his side and not let him know of your existence?"

"What else can I do?"

"You have to help him overcome his fear and completely root out his fear of snakes."

"That's easier said than done. My lord just saw that ghost with hair like a snake and was scared unconscious!"

Changyuan gritted his teeth, with an involuntary hatred in his tone.

He didn't know why his lord was so afraid of snakes. In the past, his lord liked to bring him wherever he went, wrapped around his wrist or waist. He even let him enjoy a few times the privilege of being able to be in charge on top of his lord's head.

(end of chapter)