And that unending noise added a few degrees of heaviness to Shang Ruyi’s mood.
"Miss."
Just as she was frowning in silent contemplation, Tushere’s voice ca from beside her. Turning her head, she saw Tushere holding a plate of pastries, placing it near her hand, and saying softly, "Miss, have so pastries."
Shang Ruyi replied, "I’m not hungry."
Tushere imdiately said, "I don’t believe that. At noon, Miss was busy serving the Young Master, you hardly ate anything yourself."
"..."
"Young Master too, only minding his own eating, never caring if Miss had enough."
"..."
"Even if he’s ill, at the very least—"
Seeing her pouting, looking sowhat dissatisfied, Shang Ruyi shook her head helplessly and said, "Silly girl, if he were still worrying about what I ate now, then I’d really have sothing to worry about."
"..."
Tushere blinked.
She couldn’t quite grasp the aning behind Shang Ruyi’s words, but seeing her still locked in her deep worries, she softly asked, "Then what is Miss worrying about now?"
Shang Ruyi remained silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I’m just wondering who exactly set that fire."
"..."
"Why did it have to be set at this mont?"
Tushere thought for a mont and said, "Even though I don’t know who did it, hasn’t the Young Master been wanting to find Xue Xian’s grain depot to set fire to? Now that soone has helped, it makes things easier for us."
"It’s not that simple."
Shang Ruyi shook her head, glancing again at the tightly closed windows and doors of the room. At this ti, Yu Wenye was still asleep, and she instinctively lowered her voice even further, saying, "Setting fire to Xue Xian’s military rations now forces Xue Xian into a confrontation with Fufeng. This was indeed part of our previous strategy, but Feng Chen’s illness has only just slightly improved and his strength hasn’t completely recovered. If facing them at this ti—"
Upon hearing this, Tushere’s expression changed.
She muttered with a frown, "Isn’t it, seeming like they’re helping but actually it’s a hindrance."
Hearing this, Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat—hindrance?
Indeed.
No one would set fire to Xue Xian’s fodder at this ti without a reason; since they risked doing it, they must be coordinating with Fufeng’s situation. Yet, the act of burning fodder at this critical point isn’t clearly helpful nor harmful—it’s an extrely subtle move.
Who could have done it?
In Shang Ruyi’s mind appeared a stunningly beautiful face, smiling serenely and nonchalantly; those greenish-gray, almost translucent eyes always holding a gentle smile, obscuring depth, indistinguishable between truth and illusion.
Yu Wenqian...
Could it be him?
As soon as she had the thought, Shang Ruyi imdiately dismissed it—he had already left Fufeng and had almost clearly indicated that he would not covet Fufeng’s battle results, nor would he participate in the ensuing battles. Given his character, he wouldn’t go back on his word.
Then, who else could it be?
Who would stir the winds and clouds at this ti, engaging in such "hindrance" behavior?
Seeing Shang Ruyi’s brows furrow tighter and tighter, Tushere also fretted, but she was rely a little maid; her thoughts were never as vast as Shang Ruyi’s joys and sorrows, so she comforted her again, saying, "Miss, you needn’t worry. Though I don’t know who’s behind these little sches, I know the Young Master will surely win!"
Shang Ruyi glanced at her, uncertain where she got such confidence, only to smile helplessly, "You know this?"
"Of course!"
Tushere said earnestly, "This ti, the Young Master went to war, facing so many perilous events, yet each t with danger safely passed. Especially with his illness, any normal person wouldn’t have survived, but not only did the Young Master hold out until I brought the dicine, but within two days he was already moving freely. It’s like even the heavens are protecting the Young Master!"
"..."
"Since the heavens protect us, what can Xue Xian do?"
Although feeling slightly vexed, seeing her full of conviction as if she had decided everything, Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but be amused and smiled, "Is that so?"
At this ti, Wo Xue also approached with a cup of hot tea offered to Shang Ruyi, saying softly, "Sister She’er is right, even the heavens stand on Second Master and Young Madam’s side. Young Madam need not worry."
Tushere clenched her fists, "We’ll certainly win!"
Shang Ruyi was thoroughly amused by the two, unable to contain her laughter, "When did you two beco so good, like a pair, akin to storytellers."
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