PFC Chapter 672 Book 1 Dream 13
Chapter 672 Book 1 Dream 13
Huang Chengzhu took the tea poured by Shangguan He and looked at the person opposite him: "Seventh Prince, just say what you have to say."
Nan Heng put down his teacup, his eyes sharp: "Miss Cheng, you deliberately let us hear your conversation with Miss Song, didn't you? You already knew my identity."
Huang Chengzhu smiled in acquiescence, and seeing her like this, the two became even more curious about her secret.
"How did you know all this? And there are many inexplicable things that have happened to me. Can you explain them to me?"
After Nan Heng finished speaking, he glanced disdainfully at Shangguan He, who was drinking tea and occasionally glancing at the woman opposite him.
He then offered his terms: "Tell me what I want to know, and I will give you Shangguan He. You can take him away and do whatever you want with him."
Anyway, she knew that the Night Wanderer's power belonged to her, and what Shangguan He knew wasn't a secret either.
"Cough, cough cough, are you serious?" Shangguan He choked on his tea.
I initially thought he was joking, although he himself seemed to be hoping for it.
A hint of surprise flashed in Huang Chengzhu's eyes, followed by a meaningful look at the two of them.
Shangguan He felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, as if he were a girl about to be married, or rather, being appraised and sold.
Nan Heng observed their expressions and asked, "So, Miss Cheng, are you willing to make this deal?"
After the conversation, Huang Chengzhu walked out, leaving two people who looked somewhat dazed and were processing the situation on their own.
As for Nan Heng's claim that he would give Shangguan He to her, she took it as a joke.
She didn't plan to take the person with her, otherwise it would disrupt the order. She guessed she would see them again when she got back.
*
On the eve of my departure, it's raining outside tonight, and sitting by the window, I can feel a chill in the air.
Huang Chengzhu and Song Yimeng were still awake, sitting and chatting, waiting for them to go back as soon as it got light.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Song Yimeng stood up with a smile: "It's for you. I'll go open the door and make room for you."
Huang Chengzhu picked up her teacup and took a sip: "Remember to come back later." Otherwise, after opening the passage back, she would have to look for Song Yimeng.
"I know, don't worry."
Song Yimeng opened the door and was not at all surprised to find Shangguan He standing outside.
She only found out in the last two days that Old Huang had so quickly won her heart.
The thought that this was Nan Heng's person made her feel as if she had stolen the villain's man from the wall, which gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.
Therefore, she spoke to Shangguan He in a friendly manner: "Go inside quickly and say goodbye properly."
Shangguan He nodded, but today he rarely showed any smile.
He couldn't sleep tonight either, feeling somewhat disappointed by Huang Chengzhu's indifference towards him that day, but he still couldn't help coming to find her.
Otherwise, we'll never see each other again after tomorrow.
Huang Chengzhu looked out the window, listening to the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer.
She turned around when the person was about to walk behind her.
Shangguan He felt a little regretful when he saw her turn her head away, otherwise he could have gotten a little closer.
He sat down in the seat opposite him and poured himself a cup of tea.
Neither of them spoke for a moment. Huang Chengzhu lowered his head and drank his tea, waiting for him to speak.
Shangguan He was thinking about the upcoming separation, and he wasn't in a good mood. He was still trying to say something.
"Why did you refuse that day? I'm talented, good-looking, and capable; you wouldn't be at a disadvantage."
That's right. In his view, the fact that she didn't mention him after that conversation meant she was rejecting him.
The Seventh Prince even used this incident to mock him, saying that he held no weight in her heart.
Huang Chengzhu chuckled as she saw his expression, which seemed to suggest that she had no taste.
"You're actually looking forward to being sold to me?"
"Who said that? I just think you look down on me. It must be because you have bad taste," Shangguan He said with a hint of arrogance.
After hearing his words, Huang Chengzhu smiled but remained silent.
Seeing her silence, he assumed she was agreeing, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
Shangguan He stood up, not wanting her to see the emotions in his eyes: "Never mind, you're leaving tomorrow, so I'll leave you here."
After saying that, he waited for a moment but heard no response, and then took a step with some difficulty.
Shangguan He's eyes were a little red. He cursed the woman in his heart for being heartless, refusing to say another word to him.
Just before he was about to leave, Huang Chengzhu slowly spoke: "It's not that I look down on you, it's just that I feel you're not something to be traded casually."
Upon hearing this, the person who was walking out stopped and turned around, having already composed themselves.
"So, you've taken a liking to me?" Shangguan He immediately went back to sit down, his face showing an expression that said he knew it all along.
He follows his heart; any hesitation, even for a second, would be disrespectful to his own thoughts.
What kind of comprehension does this person have? She said it doesn't mean she looks down on him, but that doesn't mean she likes him either, and it also implies that she doesn't dislike him.
Huang Chengzhu glanced at him: "Weren't you going back?"
"No, I still want to see you off on your final journey. You drank quite a bit of tea tonight, you probably won't be able to sleep."
As Shangguan He spoke, his hands continued to refill the tea for the two of them, as if he were about to have a long talk by candlelight.
"Song Yimeng is still waiting outside."
"It's nothing, I just saw His Highness go to her."
Nan Heng? Huang Chengzhu's gaze swept across the house, glancing at the two people talking before looking away.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Let's talk..." Shangguan He hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question he most wanted to ask: "If you go back, can you come back?"
Huang Chengzhu didn't answer him directly, but instead said, "We'll meet again if fate allows."
If the word "fate" hadn't been used, Shangguan He would have been quite happy, but with "fate" added, it sounded rather uncertain.
In the end, he never got a definite answer.
Before leaving, Shangguan He stared at Huang Chengzhu for a long time, as if trying to memorize her appearance.
Not long after the person left, Song Yimeng returned quickly, and she started talking as soon as she sat down.
"I just chatted with Nan Heng for a bit, and based on what you told me, I realized he's not entirely a bad person."
Huang Chengzhu nodded: "The characters are given meaning by the plot, but if they awaken to self-awareness, they will also have their own independent consciousness."
"You're right, but none of this concerns me anymore." After saying that, Song Yimeng's expression suddenly turned sarcastic: "But you, that Shangguan He from just now, are you willing to let him go?"
Huang Chengzhu's expression remained unchanged: "There's nothing to be reluctant about."
"Little Huang, you're decisive enough." Song Yimeng gave her a thumbs up.
*
As dawn broke, Huang Chengzhu opened his eyes and glanced at Song Yimeng, who was fast asleep on the couch.
She stretched, and the air behind her began to distort with her movement, gradually opening up a vortex-like passage.
A gentle breeze swept by, and in a moment only one figure remained in the room, as if the world itself had changed.