Da Li Temple - Chapter 67.2

Chapter 67.2
Confess

At noon, it suddenly snowed heavily again in Sheng City.
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Lin Wanqing forgot how she walked back to the courtyard. She only remembers pieces of red plums on the ground, like the blood stains on Song Zhengxing’s prison clothes. Her thoughts were as chaotic as the snow outside the window – everything was stirring, but she couldn’t remember anything. She sat on the couch with her knees wrapped around her soul, her hands and feet cold.
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“Miss,” someone pushed the door in; it was Lailuo.
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Lin Wanqing stared at her blankly, her face expressionless.
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Lailuo couldn’t help but lighten her steps. She sidled up and sat next to her, cautiously calling out, “Miss?” In her eyes was a probing look.
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“What to do ……” Lin Wanqing muttered to herself, her voice shaking like the messy snow outside the window.
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A hint of darkness flashed in Lailuo’s eyes. She held Lin Wanqing’s hand and patted it, “What happened?”
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Lin Wanqing did not answer, only looking at the snow rustling in the courtyard, sad and terrified.
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Song Zhengxing was dead. What should she do? Everything seemed to have returned to when she was four years old when she watched the Xiao family perish but could not do anything about it. All those sufferings and grievances she had endured for more than ten years had become meaningless. Her hope was extinguished, and despair was chasing her. The snow was getting heavier; it was pulling and throwing like it wanted to mess up everything before it gave up. Something pulled her heart several times and messed up a tangled line, making her unable to understand the situation.
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Should I confess this to Su Moyi? Will he believe me? Even if he does, what about Empress Dowager? What about Emperor Yonghui?
The royal family is ruthless. Even her aunt, who was carrying the heir, was not spared, let alone her. She looked at the chaotic snow, and Su Moyi’s face appeared in front of her eyes at an inopportune time. She recalled the brimming color in his eyes when he called Qingqing. She remembered the warm night of the first snow, the unforgettable scene between him and her. She recalled the warm pool where he promised her the word ‘believe.’ She was suddenly afraid that Su Moyi did not believe her and even more fearful that only Su Moyi would believe her.
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She clenched her shirt tightly, and her knuckles turned white. There was no sound inside the room for a long time; only the rustling and patting of the flying snow remained.
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“Didn’t you want to go to a place with four seasons?” She asked suddenly, her voice hoarse. “Then I’ll go with you.”
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They packed the traveling bag quickly; she had almost nothing to bring. Su Moyi gave a box full of things to her. She put it away on the table, always returning things to their rightful owners.
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“Miss,” Lailuo called behind her, “What’s this? Do you want to take it with you?”

She looked at two interlocking prints on the thin page, one large and one small, with sadness in her heart. The corners of her mouth pulled out a forced smile and said, “No, put it together with those.”
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Since she decided to give it up, she returned it to zero. It’s time to dry your body after traveling through the fallen flowers and coming ashore. Don’t ask for the river, and don’t ask for the boat.

“It’s almost time,” Lailuo clapped her hands, her tone light.
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Lin Wanqing nodded and grabbed the bag but saw a purple figure standing in the doorway.
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It was Su Moyi. He was still wearing his court dress, and the snow had stained his hair and robes with dark and light patches. He has always loved cleanliness, yet his face was tired at this moment, and even his jaw was vaguely born green stubble, a rarely seen mess.
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Grasping the bag in her hand suddenly tightened, Lin Wanqing was momentarily stunned. Her eardrums were all the sound of her overwhelming heartbeat.
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“I ……” The words of explanation stuck in her throat; she couldn’t speak.
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It turned out there was nothing to explain.
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Su Moyi just stood, looking at her. The wind and snow behind him carved a shallow silhouette out of him, detached and distant, indifferent as if he was out of the picture.
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Lailuo raised her arm and blocked in front of Lin Wanqing.
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“Lailuo,” she called to her, but her gaze fell on the purple figure at the door, “Wait for me outside.”
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“But ……,” Leiluo was uneasy, vigilantly surveying Su Moyi, her eyes full of wariness.
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“It’s fine,” Lin Wanqing said, “Go.”

Only then did Lailuo go out and close the door.

The unlit candles suddenly darkened the room, locking out the light and the wind and snow. Only he and she were left.
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Su Moyi’s deep eyes finally moved, stopping on that bundle in Lin Wanqing’s hand. His gaze was slightly stunned, then he moved his eyes away and smiled – three parts relief, three parts realization, and the rest was self-deprecation.
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“Do you have something to say to me?” He asked with dull eyes.
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Lin Wanqing was stabbed by his eyes like that, scrambling to look away, calmly saying, “I can’t marry you.”
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“En,” He didn’t pursue the question. His voice was as calm as ever as if he knew the answer.
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Lin Wanqing lowered her eyes and didn’t answer.
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“Because Song Zhengxing died?” He asked, “Or because your family’s case can no longer be retrial?”
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“Or because your identity …… can no longer be hidden?” Stepping on the three questions, Su Moyi marched up to Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing’s head, which had been lowered all this time, was suddenly raised when she heard the last question.
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“You ……” A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, then disappeared, becoming a calmness and relief.
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A small window was blown open by a cold wind, and the light of the sky and snowy shadows came into the room, blowing the shade away and brightening the room to the point of being overwhelmed. There was a sense of a showdown at last.
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“You know.” She sighed, “So, does the Lord intend to arrest me for questioning?”
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