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Chapter 53: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (21)

After hearing the maid's story from the kneeling ground, Ji Rong actually crushed a cup.

He suppressed his anger and spoke coldly, "As the principal wife, Song Zhishu suffered such bullying and no one stood up for her?" Ji Rong's sharp gaze made the maid tremble. "Since you can describe the whole thing so clearly, that means... you witnessed the whole thing with your own eyes?"

The maid was speechless and could only nod.

"To see my master being bullied, so this is the rule of my Ji family." Ji Rong said thoughtfully, unaware that a huge storm was brewing in his heart.

The person on the ground seemed to feel a sense of oppression and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Commander Ji, spare our lives! You said before that Miss Ningxi's orders are orders, and this servant was just following orders!"

Ji Rong suddenly felt a pang of disbelief. The Ning Xi who used to pout and act cute was gone, erased by the so-called wealth and status. Now, all that remained was an empty shell.

I thought I would live out my life peacefully like this, but who knew that in that remote little courtyard, just because of the words "I care", my already numb heart was stirred.

He ignored the trembling maid and gently took her pale hand in his, his eyes filled with tenderness. He said softly, "A-Shu, wake up."

The half-burnt candle beside it had burned out completely, with only a wisp of wind keeping it flickering.

"What do you mean by not living past half a month?" Ji Rong narrowed his eyes, seemingly indifferent to everything, but his clenched fists below told him that he was about to cross his bottom line.

“This… means exactly what it says…” “Get the hell out of here!” Ji Rong suddenly overturned the table in front of him, his face flushed. He grabbed his hair in frustration.

Just as she was feeling flustered, she heard a few weak coughs coming from the bedroom. Ji Rong rushed over as if she had grasped a lifeline, and sure enough, she saw Song Zhishu looking completely bewildered.

"Are you feeling better?" He tried to hide his panic and reassure her.

Song Zhishu smiled slightly, which was her answer.

After that, Song Zhishu stayed at home all the time. Ji Rong wanted to help her recover, but her health deteriorated day by day. She never mentioned Yu'er again.

"Ji Rong, I want to go out and have a look." Song Zhishu looked out the window.

The man who was blowing the medicine paused for a moment, then mumbled an "uh-huh".

It's springtime now, and the weather is warm, so the two of them casually found a tree to sit under.

Song Zhishu nestled quietly against his shoulder, chuckled softly, and smiled as she carefully wiped her lips with lipstick. She said slowly and clearly, "Ji Rong, tell me, if we could stay like this forever... wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"...Yes." Ji Rong's eyes flickered slightly, as if she was trying to avoid something.

The woman beside her shook her head. Her eyes, which had once been full of starlight, were now dull and lifeless. But when she saw the fallen crabapple blossoms, her eyes lit up. She reached out and picked one up, rubbing it gently, as if she could see something through it. Her thin face was full of tenderness.

"Ji Rong, crabapple blossoms." Song Zhishu handed the flowers to Ji Rong and smiled, "You like them the most."

"Hmm..." he smiled, "I like it the most."

Exhausted, Song Zhishu could only lie on his broad shoulders again, as if lost in memories: "The first time I saw you, you said you were my favorite. From then on, it became my lifelong longing."

"Ji Rong, I don't know what meaningful things I've done in my life. Maybe I've just lived my whole life for you."

"In this short life, half of it was spent waiting to marry you, and the other half was spent marrying you. That's enough. You are truly the light in my life, no matter what. Whether you have someone you love or not, I will give up everything to protect you. Perhaps without you, I would be nothing more than a walking corpse."

Because of her physical condition, Song Zhishu had to catch her breath after every sentence she spoke.

"This body is truly a source of distress." She gave a bitter smile. "Perhaps it's a miracle that I've survived until now."

The sunlight gently bathed this woman, who resembled a fairy, in its warmth. Her gaze held a lingering attachment to her life and a love for one person. Her eyelids drooped uncontrollably, as if all her strength had been drained.

She said softly, "Ji Rong, thank you for making me fall in love with you."

It was so light, it would have been blown away by the wind, but Ji Rong heard it clearly.

He forced back the tears that threatened to spill, and smiled, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I should be the one saying that..."

These touching words of love ultimately went unanswered.

Everything was quiet around her, as if no one had ever been there. She closed her eyes peacefully, as if asleep, with a smile on her face that brought tranquility to all things.

Ji Rong could no longer pretend. The smile on his lips gradually faded, and he gently kissed Song Zhishu's forehead, his gaze devout yet sorrowful.

Yes, it should be me who said it.

Song Zhishu

Thank you for making me fall in love with you

The two nestled together quietly, like a painting. Ji Rong closed her eyes. "I want to be with you, for the rest of my life."

But

Later, the crabapple blossom in my hand eventually withered.