Chapter 333 - Wei Zichao Feels Wronged (1/2)

As soon as Shi Junhe heard Mo Shujun’s request, he felt unwilling as the first reaction.

It was not his fault.

It was because Mo Shujun was good at stirring up trouble.

In the last days when Mo Shujun lived in the Shou’an Hall, she caused such utter confusion as to make almost everybody in the mansion nervous, and even Shi Junhe was afraid of this mother.

Moreover, Mo Shujun was on bad terms with Dong Hui all the time, and Dong Hui was going to give birth to a baby soon, so he was worried that there would be something wrong.

Seeing Shi Junhe’s hesitation, Mo Shujun looked knowing and sneered. “If you are unwilling to take care of me, I won’t force you. After all, your father died, so I have nowhere to stay in Duke Shi’s mansion.”

After hearing that, Shi Junhe had to bite the bullet and explain away even though he had a lot to consider. “Mother, you are joking. You are Father’s wife, so the Shou’an Hall is your residence forever…”

Shi Junhe knew that Mo Shujun was determined to go back to his mansion this time.

No matter what Mo Shujun was thinking about and whether she let it pass or had ulterior motives, Shi Junhe couldn’t refuse her.

He sighed deeply and agreed. “Mother, when do you plan to move back to the Shou’an Hall? Then I will send people to pack up for you.”

“No need. I have packed up, and we can go now.”

After saying that, Mo Shujun got up from the bed and walked out.

Shi Junhe finally realized that Mo Shujun probably had planned everything and even guessed that he would come to visit her again today.

However, what could he do even if he realized it? Mo Shujun had made a final decision to return to Duke Shi’s mansion.

Shi Junhe had to restrain his restlessness and follow her.

Time passed quickly. It was in the middle of the second lunar month, and Dong Hui’s expected date of childbirth was approaching.

Shi Qingxue was on Tan Mountain and felt unspeakably fidgety.

She always couldn’t calm down these days.

Even though it was getting warmer with the sun shining brightly, and Mo Junyang stayed with her all the time, she still felt quite restless.

It seemed that something would happen.

This feeling came surprisingly without any signs.

Shi Qingxue couldn’t speak out what was wrong. She just walked back and forth in the room repeatedly.

Mo Junyang couldn’t bear to see it. He forcefully held her in his arms and asked in a deep voice, “What’s wrong with you?”

Shi Qingxue lowered her head, to see that Mo Junyang grabbed her hand and applied ointment to its back carefully.

It turned out that she had scratched the back of her hand and left red marks on it because she was neurotic again.

It was not serious, and there was no blood, but it was just horribly red, so Mo Junyang handled her wound solemnly.

“I…I am fine,” Shi Qingxue replied in a low voice with no confidence.

She suddenly realized what was wrong when she felt the similar anxiety.

Last time she was in such a state when Shi Junhe and Wenren Chi died on the battlefield on Qingluo Mountain. She didn’t know that her father and brother had passed away, yet she felt lonely and helpless, so she could only abuse herself to stay awake.

This time, because Mo Junyang accompanied her, she didn’t have a chance to hurt herself, but she still had a feeling of despair which was stronger and stronger.

“Junyang, what’s going on? Why am I like this? I don’t know. I just feel scared. I fear that…” Shi Qingxue murmured and told Mo Junyang about her despair in two lives.

Mo Junyang also felt sad. He hated himself as he could do nothing to help Shi Qingxue. He could only hug her tightly and then kiss her cheeks repeatedly while comforting her. “It’s fine. There will be nothing wrong. Now your father stays in the capital in safety, and there is no war in the country for now. The Shi Army doesn’t need to go to the battlefield, so your father and brother are safe. They are safe and sound…”

He told Shi Qingxue patiently over and over again.

After a long time, Shi Qingxue gradually freed herself from the disorderly thoughts, and the man’s wet and warm breath came from her cheeks.

She didn’t want Mo Junyang to worry about her too much, so she smiled faintly. “I am fine now.”

Shi Qingxue regained sanity and knew that she couldn’t think too much. Otherwise, she would be in a dead end easily.

She got up and brought her zither over, putting it on the table. Then she smiled at Mo Junyang. “How about I play zither for you?”

Although it was not the time to play zither according to her daily routine, Mo Junyang naturally wouldn’t disagree.

“Okay.”

He volunteered to sit next to Shi Qingxue because he knew that he could make her feel at ease in this way.

The melodious zither music appeared. In the beginning, there was anxiety difficult to notice, but Shi Qingxue specially chose a tune which could soothe people.

In no time, it became more and more delightful.

One of them was playing zither, and the other was listening. They were in harmony.

However, when Shi Qingxue played the climax, the room door was open as somebody bumped into it suddenly. Wei Zichao ran in in panic. “Master, bad news.”

“Crack!” The music stopped and a string was broken. The rough string cut Shi Qingxue’s right index finger, and she felt so much pain that her hand shrank.

“Hiss!”

Shi Qingxue was so pained that her face wrinkled. Mo Junyang swiftly grabbed her hand and asked with concern, “What’s the matter?”

“It was cut,” Shi Qingxue mumbled and wanted to withdraw her hand by instinct.

However, Mo Junyang refused to let her go and put her hand in his mouth, licking the blood out of the finger.

Shi Qingxue kept silent.