Da Li Temple - Chapter 49.1

Chapter 49.1
Argument

“Let’s not talk about whether it’s appropriate for you to do so in this crowded street. Let’s say that all your inferences are based only on an assumption.”
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“What?” Lin Wanqing asked.
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Su Moyi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Hu Ji’s departing back, and asked, “How are you sure that she’s a weak woman?”
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Lin Wanqing was stunned, lightly related, and asked, “Could it be that she isn’t?”
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Su Moyi didn’t answer immediately but looked at Lin Wanqing fixedly, his eyes rational and his voice smooth. “I don’t know, but I won’t let myself be easily confused by sympathy either. Your actions today could be saving a good citizen or letting a criminal go.”
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Abruptly, Lin Wanqing felt that her chest was violently pressed with a boulder by his words, suffocating her so much that she couldn’t speak. She chuckled and said, “So, you won’t help a person at the sight of death? If, for that small possibility, you killed a good person by mistake, will you feel that you did the right thing?”
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Su Moyi pondered for a moment and helplessly said, “I will weigh the cost of wrongfully killing or letting go and choose the lesser between the two.”
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Lin Wanqing lowered her head and swallowed hard, trying to eat the sourness churning in her heart.
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The moonlight was clear and cold, splashing down and gilding the person in front of her with a layer of light. She almost forgot that the person in front of her was not the ‘Zhou Yipu,’ whom she had spent time with, but the nephew of Emperor Yonghui, the Chief of the Da Li Temple, a third-grade official. They are two different worlds of people; she could come closer to him only by chance. It was all imaginary and unreal, and one couldn’t take it seriously. He started a fire but did not know she was also in the bushes.
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On the way back, reel light accompanied by the moon and wind, and two people are mindful of their business.
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Su Moyi knows what caused her displeasure, but nothing is substantial. Walking down the road in criminal affairs, she must go through these. Therefore, he didn’t want to soften his meaning.
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The two went into the house one after the other. It was already late, and the subordinates had all gone to bed. Lin Wanqing felt no need to disturb them again, so she lit the candle herself.
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Su Moyi stored the bag of books in his hand. He squeezed the silk flower he had secretly bought in his palm when he removed his outer robe.
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Lin Wanqing removed the jade hairpin from her head and turned to the bed.
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Su Moyi followed her, gripping the silk flower tightly, and his palm was sweating. He saw Lin Wanqing packing up the coverlet and pillows at the side of the carved mahogany bed.
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Su Moyi pulled her busy hand and confusedly said, “What are you doing?”
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Lin Wanqing didn’t look up as if she was deliberately avoiding his gaze. She broke free of his restraints and continued cleaning up the bed, “It was this servant’s fault. I shouldn’t have contradicted the Lord. It’s all because I’ve been sharing the same bed with the Lord these past few days and forgot my identity. I will sleep on the ground.” Her sudden temper made Su Moyi freeze entirely. He stood and looked at her for a long time before frowning and asking, “What do you mean?”
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“What this humble servant means is the literal meaning.” Lin Wanqing buried her head, and her tone was calm.

However, Su Moyi heard a monstrous amount of grievance.
But what does she have to be aggrieved about?
Is it because of those previous words? Did he even say it wrong?
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The hand tugging on the silk flower tightened, and the hairpin at the end pierced him with pain. With a push from the other hand, he directly yanked the person over.
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Lin Wanqing grunted, and Su Moyi released his hand in surprise, only to see a red mark left on her wrist. Great, she looked even angrier, and she smashed the pillow towards Su Moyi.
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Lord Su got smashed in a daze. He practiced martial arts, and in moments of impatience, he didn’t control his strength and hurt her. He didn’t do it on purpose, but Lin Wanqing smashed him with the pillow at his chest. Although the killing power is not significant, this ‘murdering husband’ behavior is ruthless.
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Su Moyi’s temper instantly rose. He snatched the things in her hand with a sullen face and threw them all back to the bed.
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“I don’t want to argue with you; calm yourself first.” Then, Lord Su hugged his pillow and coverlet, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked away with his long legs without looking back.
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On the other side of the courtyard, Ye Qing, who had just finished bathing, came out of the bathroom, and before he had time to tie the belt of his robe, he saw a man in a white robe sitting in his place. Frightened, he thought he had encountered a rapist and hurriedly covered himself up.
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“Women are truly unreasonable!” The moody Lord Su didn’t care that he was uninvited in the middle of the night.
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The confused Ye Qing opened his mouth but closed it again.
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“The sages said it exactly right; villains and women are hard to raise!” He put his hands behind his back and swayed angrily before Ye Qing.

“I am the Chief of Da Li Temple, a third-ranking official! In the courtroom, which are the important ministers of the two dynasties and the ministers of the six ministries who do not give me a face? What about her? She’s just a small recorder of the ninth grade. Can’t I even reprimand her?”
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Su Moyi was very engaged but afraid of the wall having ears, so he suppressed the fire, making him issue a strange voice.
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Ye Qing walked over tremblingly, wanting to comfort him, but when he was about to open his mouth, he heard the table clanging; Lord Su was so angry that he smashed the table.
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“How outrageous!”
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Ye Qing looked at the storming Su Moyi in a daze. If he didn’t remember wrongly, from the time he followed Su Moyi, this was the first time he had seen him get so angry because Lord Su was introverted and never showed his anger or joy. Most of the people, before they had the chance to provoke him, had already been cleaned up by him or directly pushed to the execution ground. Therefore, Lord Su never experiences anger.
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“Are you talking about Recorder Lin, my Lord?” Ye Qing asked.