Chapter 13

Shangguan Ye sighed, taking a sip of tea before speaking, “As you know, I’ve been in the military for years, constantly fighting battles. As a soldier whose life is always at risk, I naturally wouldn’t settle down, as it would only harm a good girl. Now, with the temporary peace after the turmoil, I’ve been called back. Considering I’m already twenty-five, reaching this age without marrying is quite rare. Most men already have children close to ten years old by now. So, my marriage naturally became a matter of significant attention.”

Murong Qiufeng listened quietly, his brows furrowing slightly. He didn’t understand the connection between Shangguan Ye’s words and his question.

“As you know, in large clans, let alone freedom in marriage, personal freedom is often nonexistent. Political marriages are usually mandatory, especially in the royal family. I have no say in my marriage; it will either be arranged by the Murong family or the Dugu family. There will always be one. So why shouldn’t I marry someone I find acceptable? Regarding Miss Murong, I am quite satisfied, and it also counts as a favor to the Empress.”

He spoke without reservation, clearly indicating that this was a purely political marriage, regardless of the wishes of both parties.

Murong Qiufeng’s heart sank slightly as Shangguan Ye’s response exceeded his expectations. “Just satisfied?”

Shangguan Ye smiled faintly. “What else could it be? Do you expect me to fall in love with Miss Murong at first sight? I can only say that I’ll try to be a good husband in the future. As for feelings, that’s something for later.”

Shangguan Ye’s answer completely deviated from Murong Qiufeng’s guess, leaving him feeling complicated. He suddenly thought of something—Shangguan Ye was a soldier, accustomed to being on the battlefield for long periods. Although the war was currently paused, it didn’t mean it would never resume. As the guardian god of Yan Nation, he couldn’t avoid going to war if it broke out again. And once a war started, it wouldn’t end quickly. Without emotions, he couldn’t bear to see his sister always alone in the palace.

This was also why Murong Qiufeng was so devastated. She would rather marry a stranger she didn’t know than marry into the palace. Although Shangguan Ye was called the God of War and seemed invincible on the battlefield, in war, anything could happen unexpectedly. Harshly speaking, she didn’t want to become a widow, which would mean the end of her life.

Although Murong Qiufeng’s mood was somewhat soured, he didn’t blame Shangguan Ye. He knew they were both helpless in this situation. Who could be blamed for being born into such prestigious families? Although he didn’t fully understand Shangguan Ye’s position in Yan Nation, he knew that even as a vassal, if Shangguan Ye really didn’t want to, even if the Emperor had issued a decree, he would have to reluctantly withdraw.

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy, and Shangguan Ye didn’t say anything more until the food arrived, slightly breaking the tension. Looking at the dishes on the table, Murong Qiufeng sighed, poured himself a cup of tea, and then raised it to Shangguan Ye. “Your Highness, Yun’er is my dearest sister. As her brother, I naturally wish for her happiness. Even if this marriage is unavoidable, I offer this tea in place of wine to toast to Your Highness. I hope you will treat Yun’er well in the future.” With that, he drank the tea in one gulp.

Shangguan Ye returned the gesture with a cup, but their thoughts were different. Shangguan Ye had never intended to marry Murong Qiuyun. The reason for agreeing to this marriage was entirely because of Murong Qiufeng. Murong Qiuyun was not someone he would marry, but he could use this situation to set up a trap, leading Murong Qiufeng step by step.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of the qin emerged, clear and serene, yet with a hint of arrogance, carrying a touch of boldness.

Murong Qiufeng’s eyes lit up. He had two great passions—music theory and furry little animals. When it came to these two things, he had no resistance. Thus, his residence in Yunmeng Mountain was filled with various pets.

He himself was also a connoisseur of music theory, proficient in various musical tones. He owned several of the top-ranked instruments in the world, all collected by Yun Feiyang for him.

Seeing Murong Qiufeng’s expression, Shangguan Ye couldn’t miss it. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes showing a hint of darkness. If anyone familiar with him saw this, they would know that he was in a bad mood.

And the reason naturally came from the sound of the qin. He recognized the person playing it.

 

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