mtl008 Chapter 413 Moonlight and Fireworks
Chapter 413 Moonlight and Fireworks
Their eyes met, Sheng Junyi's gaze faltered for a moment, and then they both burst into laughter.
Sheng Junyi raised the wine pot slightly to her and took a big gulp.
Lu Yangyang also raised her glass in acknowledgment and drank the glass, which could be considered a gesture of reconciliation.
Everything is contained in the wine.
Sheng Junyi looked into the distance, seemingly a little awkward. "I told you before, I am indeed jealous of my elder brother, but... I care about him the most. The Sheng State Duke's Mansion, I don't know when it started, has become a family. It seems that everyone has their own desires, but they are all struggling. But my elder brother is the only family. Even if no one else is, he is still family."
"Whether in the past, present, or future, no matter what kind of person I become, or whose side I stand on, I can stop at nothing and do all sorts of evil things for the sake of profit and what I want, but I will never touch him."
"If I touch him, I will die without a burial place in this life."
"Therefore, I never coveted the position of heir apparent, even though at the time, my stance was contrary to his."
“When I was young, my father sent my eldest brother to the border. I made a fuss because I felt that I was more suitable to go to the border and the battlefield than my brother. But my father said that the military power of the Sheng family could only fall into the hands of the heir. That was the rule. After that, I listened to him and went to the academy to study. I helped him to deceive people everywhere and was content to be the knife in his hand.”
"There's nothing worth remembering, it's just needless worry and childish."
Sheng Junyi shook his head and took another sip of wine.
He never talked about these things with anyone, but now he was sitting with someone he could never have sat comfortably with before, discussing these somewhat embarrassing matters.
Looking back, I was so naive.
Lu Yangyang looked at Sheng Junyi quietly. Because she had never known him before, she had never imagined that he was like this.
She was probably like the girl in the dream, trying her best to fight, to snatch, to know why, even though she was the biological daughter, they favored Sheng Yunzhu instead. She clumsily tried to catch up, was teased time and time again, and got up again and again, wanting to get a little attention, but she didn't understand why she was the one in the wrong.
She remembered what Sheng Junyi had told her last time: he was like that, she was like that, Xiao Wu was like that, and even her eldest brother was like that. It was just that her eldest brother had been calm and composed since childhood, and had taken on responsibilities too early, clarifying his goals and making himself reliable first.
Do their parents love them?
Perhaps, to varying degrees, yes.
But whether it's a powerful family or an ordinary household, love is just a feeling of being together.
Some families have close relationships between parents and children, and harmonious relationships between siblings. Even though there may be some bumps along the way, the family works together happily, which is the envy of others.
In some families, however, all relationships seem to be separated by a wall. Even if there isn't a significant barrier, it's difficult to share. It's as if everyone is trying to get closer, but ultimately they can't form a circle; instead, they become a square.
They kept walking around in this square, constantly probing, constantly trying to smooth out that protruding corner, only to find sharp points appearing elsewhere. They were still in this tiny space of what they called home, yet they could never achieve perfection and could only silently wait and watch.
It's not that we can't accept it, nor that we really hate each other. It's just that we sometimes envy the laughter and closeness in other people's homes, and we wonder if we could have that too if we tried harder.
As Lu Yangyang thought about it, she couldn't help but chuckle. So, in the past, they had only been pursuing things that were impossible to achieve.
It's not that I'm wrong, it's just that I'm too obsessed.
So when she woke up from that dream, she put herself in the position of an observer, and thus did not become as deeply immersed in it as she had in the dream, trying to prove what her imagined home should look like.
Thinking about this, she finally felt completely at peace.
She has completely emerged from the shadow cast by that dream.
Whether or not that dream actually happened, she is certain that she will no longer be troubled by it.
Lu Yangyang took the initiative to clink the wine pot with Sheng Junyi's: "Thank you."
This time, I'm truly letting go of the past and getting to know myself anew.
Sheng Junyi also took a sip of wine.
Having resolved her inner conflict, Lu Yangyang couldn't help but feel a little gossipy when she looked at Sheng Junyi. She tentatively asked him, "You invited me to drink tonight because of Sister Ruoxue, right? Did you go to the capital to try and steal a bride, but you failed?"
Sheng Junyi coughed twice and glanced at her sideways: "If you don't know how to comfort people, you don't have to force yourself."
Lu Yangyang: "..."
Lu Yangyang looked at him with an innocent expression.
"It's not that I couldn't get it, it's that I couldn't get it." Sheng Junyi lowered his eyes, shook the wine that was almost gone from the bottom of the pot, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.
"What do you think about His Highness's decision to reopen the Chenzhou case?" Sheng Junyi took out another pot of wine and opened it.
Lu Yangyang was slightly taken aback, wondering why Sheng Junyi had suddenly brought up the topic of bride kidnapping and then veered to this. Originally, she wouldn't have said much to Sheng Junyi, but after hearing what Old Master Meng said today, she had many feelings in her heart that she couldn't share with anyone. Since Sheng Junyi asked her this, she was also curious to see his attitude and thoughts.
So Lu Yangyang organized her thoughts and recounted what she had heard from Elder Meng that day to Sheng Junyi, making it sound like she had heard it from someone His Highness had summoned.
This includes the tragic nature of General Rong's death, his lifelong pursuit, the living conditions of those still enslaved, and the lament that no one mentions the Northern Expedition anymore.
Her mouth was dry from talking, so she couldn't help but open another pot of wine. She drank and talked, her words filled with boundless enthusiasm. Then, she didn't know when, but she felt dizzy and disoriented, and fell asleep while holding the unfinished wine pot.
Several empty wine jugs were already lying at Sheng Junyi's feet. He turned to look at Lu Yangyang, who was already asleep, picked up a wine jug, tilted his head back and took another sip, then poured the rest of the wine at his feet.
Her gaze drifted into the distance, and she murmured softly.
"I see."
So that's how it is. She carried such a tragic burden: her father, his reputation and ambitions, his injustices and hatred. It wasn't a knot in his heart that had been weighing on him for many years, which he could untie himself. The prison in her heart was the scorched land of Chenzhou in the north, the hundreds of thousands of withered bones and heroic souls buried in that scorched land, the lives of hundreds of people in the Rong family, and the endless blood that flooded Shengjing.
She loved him, but love was too shallow in the face of deep-seated hatred.
She didn't abandon him; she loved him as if he were her whole life, and then spent the rest of her life seeking revenge.
She is like the serene moonlight.
It was also a spectacular display of fireworks.
He suddenly laughed out loud, gazed into the distance, and whispered something.
"it is good."