"...!"
Shang Ruyi’s eyebrows knitted together, her eyes uncontrollably showing a hint of anger.
Ever since she guessed that na, there had been a faint, no, a significant discomfort in her heart. Her nickna was Ming Yue Nu, yet this Miss Yu, who constantly sched against them and overshadowed her in every aspect, was actually nad "Ming Yue."
This made her even angrier and more resentful than Chu Ruoyan’s princess title.
Why is everyone around her nad "Yue"?
However, despite her annoyance, she had no words to counter. After all, this nickna was her own choice, as if she was inherently inferior to these people, and any argunt would be futile and only seem ridiculous.
At this mont, Shang Ruyi even blad her younger self for being so naive.
Why chase after the moon?
While she was caught in self-doubt and self-reproach, unable to deal with the other party, Yu Mingyue, who had seen through everything, suddenly had a sharp gaze. Looking past her, her flamboyant and bright face showed a hint of surprise, and even so involuntary reverence appeared.
A warm, familiar aura surrounded Shang Ruyi.
She imdiately sensed sothing, but before she could turn around, a warm, sturdy hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Then, a cold and steady voice spoke in her ear—
"My lady’s na is ’Ming Yue Nu,’ for she loves the moon’s purity, cherishes its clarity, pities its distance, and respects its aloofness, and thus is willing to be a moon’s servant. But since you take the na Ming Yue, do you possess the moon’s purity? The moon’s clarity? The moon’s distance? The moon’s aloofness?"
"...!"
With just this one sentence, the entire long street fell silent imdiately.
Yu Mingyue’s eyes widened, and at that mont, the reverence in her eyes could no longer be concealed. Especially after hearing these words, a flustered emotion crashed against her forr confidence, making her breathing chaotic, unable to respond, just staring dumbly behind Shang Ruyi.
And Shang Ruyi also slowly turned her head, imdiately seeing a cold and steady face.
It was Yu Wenye!
He was standing right beside her, one hand still resting on her shoulder. His aura completely enveloped her, and his warmth flowed continuously through the palm on her shoulder into her, calming her entirely.
Indeed, she was nad "Ming Yue Nu," not to serve everyone nad "Ming Yue."
But because she loved the moon’s essence.
To be nad Ming Yue yet lacking the moon’s essence, not only makes them unworthy to call her a servant, but they are also unworthy of the na Ming Yue!
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, her whole being becoming more resolute, and Yu Wenye’s gaze also fixed more firmly ahead. Under his cold and stern eyes, Yu Mingyue, who once cornered Shang Ruyi relentlessly, seed to feel that powerful presence, her eyes involuntarily flickering, even starting to evade.
Yu Wenye stared at her coldly, "It seems that you do not possess it."
"..."
"Since you do not, you rely bear the na of the moon without the moon’s essence, thus are unworthy to call my lady by her nickna and call her a servant."
He emphasized the last four words heavily, as if he was not the one ordering Shang Ruyi as a servant, but was instead forcefully rebuking the other party as one. Word by word, it was said so firmly that the other party had no chance to retort.
Only, amidst the calm, Shang Ruyi also looked at him with a hint of surprise.
She wasn’t surprised that Yu Wenye would appear at this ti or that he would speak up for her, but because Yu Wenye had always been reserved, not soone who was skilled in words, yet this ti, upon opening his mouth, he rendered the eloquent Yu Mingyue speechless, unable to argue.
He actually had such eloquence but had almost never shown it before!
Shang Ruyi looked at him and softly said, "Feng Chen..."
The hand on her shoulder still did not let go, more of his warmth infused into her, directly reaching her heart, so much so that she even felt her chest swell, almost inflating.
And while her heart raced, not knowing what to say, a chuckling voice accompanied by clapping applause sounded—
"Good! Well said!"
Yu Mingyue was startled, and upon looking up, saw two tall, elegant young n slowly co out from a nearby alley.
It was Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan.
Pei Xingyuan’s hand was still wrapped in a cotton bandage, and after clapping twice, he imdiately hit a wound inside, grimacing in pain, but he still forced himself to endure, looking at Yu Wenye with a dissatisfied face, "Feng Chen, turns out you’re so eloquent. Then before, when I was ridiculed—" At this point, his voice choked unconsciously but then imdiately resud normally, "Why did you never help ?"
Yu Wenye glanced at him indifferently.
Pei Xingyuan imdiately pouted, "Oh, it’s because soone bullied your lady, that’s why you stepped in, right."
Yu Wenye still ignored him, only shaking his head.
Then Pei Xingyuan turned his head to look at Yu Mingyue ahead, giving her a once-over, then laughed, "You have the charm of a noble lady, so why act like a thief?"
At this mont, the initially alard and slightly reverent Yu Mingyue, due to Yu Wenye’s presence, showed a guarded expression. She instinctively stepped back but stood firm after thinking, coolly staring at the still-smiling Pei Xingyuan, sneering, "Thief? What kind of thief?"
Pei Xingyuan also smiled, but gradually, the smile in his eyes faded: "Murderous thug."
"..."
"Jin Daji is your subordinate, administering dicine to save people in Yanzuo Square, but last night, he set a trap to harm . Isn’t this your sche?"
Yu Mingyue’s eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a cold light: "I don’t know."
"..."
"These people, I just temporarily employed them to handle things. The reason they used dicine in Yanzuo Square was to save people; as for why he wanted to harm people, that’s his own business. Moreover, if he could go so far as to kill soone, perhaps—it’s because soone did him wrong, prompting him to seek revenge?"
"..."
"This question should be directed at him and the person who wronged him."
Pei Xingyuan slightly widened his eyes, probably not expecting the other side to turn things around so easily with just one sentence, and was stunned for a while before murmuring: "Oh, a sharp tongue."
After saying this, he promptly turned his head to look at Yu Wenye, seeking help: "Feng Chen!"
Yu Wenye, however, did not look at him.
Pei Xingyuan then turned his head to look at the always silent Shen Wuzheng: "Fu Ming!"
Shen Wuzheng had been silent ever since he appeared, but his usually calm and detached eyes were intensely focused, staring ahead without blinking. Clearly, the presence of this "Guanghan Guest" challenged and disrupted his previous understanding of all things and people, so, upon seeing the true identity of the person in front of him, he was more cautious and careful than before.
Although he stood still and said nothing, Shang Ruyi could feel that his thin body was taut like a bow drawn to its limit.
Just hearing Pei Xingyuan’s voice, the bowstring was about to snap.
Shen Wuzheng stepped forward, sized up the other person once more, and then said: "Guanghan Guest?"
Yu Mingyue coolly raised her eyes to look at him, once again revealing the arrogant deanor of looking down at everyone from the corners of her eyes and brows, even the slightly pursed corners of her lips, though she was sowhat surprised and wary of the three n’s appearance just now, she was clearly no stranger to them.
So at this mont, there was also an air of looking at a defeated opponent, and she lightly said: "It’s ."
Shen Wuzheng looked at her and slowly recited: "Qinghai Long Cloud Dark Snow Mountain, Gul City overlooking Yun Pass. Huangsha Hundred Battles Wear Golden Armor, Unbroken Loulan never returning."
Everyone present was slightly taken aback, looking at him in surprise.
This poem was precisely the one by the original "Guanghan Guest," which was Yu Mingyue, that had defeated his poem in the poetry contest back then. What was Shen Wuzheng doing reciting it now?
Pei Xingyuan furrowed his brow and was about to say sothing, but Shen Wuzheng had already asked: "Did you write this poem?"
Yu Mingyue smiled arrogantly: "I already said, I am Guanghan Guest."
Shen Wuzheng continued to stare at her and said heavily: "Did you truly write it?"
Everyone beca even more puzzled, and Pei Xingyuan even wondered if he was conceding on the surface, but because he saw that his opponent was a woman, he couldn’t accept defeat and was about to persuade him. Yet under the steady and calm gaze of those eyes, Yu Mingyue’s eyes flickered once more and even began to evade.
Shen Wuzheng imdiately raised his eyebrows and said: "It’s not you."
Yu Mingyue’s breath sank again.
But in the next mont, she pressed her lips slightly again, smiled lightly, and said: "Young Master Shen, those willing to gamble accept their loss, especially in a public contest?"
"..."
"If you think I didn’t write this poem, why not find the true author?"
"..."
"If there exists soone who, a day, an hour, a mont before , wrote this poem, or heard of it, or saw it, I, Yu Mingyue, will concede to you."
"..."
"But if you cannot find this person, then it’s you who cannot accept defeat!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Wuzheng’s gaze dimd slightly, as if he had nothing more to say. Pei Xingyuan chid in: "Fu Ming, my life and death matter greatly, so stop worrying about winning or losing. Besides, losing to a woman isn’t shaful."
Shen Wuzheng helplessly gave him a look.
Then turning back to Yu Mingyue, his gaze deepened a few degrees, and after a mont of silence, Shen Wuzheng said heavily: "Sir, extraordinary in wisdom, sharp in perception, talented and ingenious, truly, Fu Ming has never seen the like."
Yu Mingyue smiled lightly: "Thank you."
"But,"
Her words had just finished when Shen Wuzheng added: "Sly sches and strategies for securing a nation are two different minds."
"..."
"I hope you cherish yourself, I hope you respect yourself!"
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