Chapter 946: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 946: Secret Omen (3)
“Cui Ping’an, you’d better not say it!”
Mo Yan had a vague idea of what Cui Ping’an wanted to say and suddenly didn’t want to know. With Xue Tuanzi around, she already knew everything she needed to know. No matter how bizarre Cui Ping’an’s experiences were, she had no interest at all.
The path ahead could only be walked alone. Whether it was her or him, they were no exception.
Cui Ping’an, who had spent a long time mustering the courage to speak, was instantly dumbfounded. Was there really someone in this world who didn’t want to know another’s secret? Did this mean that the person before him was truly trustworthy?
Mo Yan, unaware of Cui Ping’an’s thoughts, said seriously, “No matter what secret you have, as long as it could put you in danger, never tell anyone—even if that person is someone you trust with your life.”
“W-why?” Cui Ping’an stammered, completely unable to understand why he couldn’t even confide in someone he trusted.
That secret had been buried in his heart for too long. Every morning when he woke up, he wondered who he really was—was he the Cui Ping’an of his past life, who failed to protect the girl he loved and died in sorrow? Or was he the Cui Ping’an of this life, starting anew, where those tragedies had yet to happen but were about to unfold?
“If there’s no conflict of interest, perhaps the person who knows your secret will keep it for you. But once interests are involved, it’s uncertain. Even if that secret torments you, you can try to forget it or use it as a warning, but don’t easily reveal it. Doing so protects both yourself and others.”
Mo Yan knew that Cui Ping’an was simple-minded and lacked cunning. If he only encountered kind people, he might live a peaceful and happy life. But in a lifetime, who wouldn’t meet a few scoundrels? If she didn’t warn him now, who knew if he’d end up being sold out one day?
If someone wanted to deal with Cui Ping’an and threatened the person who knew his secret, wouldn’t that secret bring disaster upon them? Under pressure, who could guarantee they wouldn’t reveal it?
Cui Ping’an seemed to understand vaguely, though not entirely.
Mo Yan smiled slightly and didn’t disturb him further. She picked up two plates of watermelon and quietly walked out of the kitchen.
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In the grand study, the interaction between the father-in-law and son-in-law was quite harmonious. When Mo Yan entered, the two were engrossed in a game of chess.
Back in Mo Family Village, Mo Qingze rarely had the chance to play chess with others, so his skills weren’t particularly advanced. But after coming to the capital, he had more opportunities to play, and with the help of the spiritual spring water enhancing his mental acuity, his chess skills had improved significantly.
Xiao Ruiyuan had learned chess from the late Marquis Xiao since childhood and was quite skilled. In the past, he would have defeated Mo Qingze without leaving a single piece standing. Now, though he could still win, how could a son-in-law dare to completely defeat his father-in-law? That would just be asking for trouble!
Their styles were completely different—one played with meticulous strategy, moving cautiously, while the other was decisive and aggressive. It was hard to say which approach was superior; it all depended on the level of play.
With Xiao Ruiyuan subtly holding back, Mo Qingze won more games than he lost, yet he remained unaware that he was being given an advantage. But if one were to truly compare, Xiao Ruiyuan’s chess skills were still better.
Mo Yan watched a game but didn’t notice anything unusual. She simply called them over to eat watermelon.
Halfway through eating, Mo Qingze suddenly thought of something and asked Xiao Ruiyuan, “I heard that things in the northwest aren’t stable, and the court is considering sending troops. Is this true?”
If it were anyone else, Mo Qingze wouldn’t inquire about court affairs so casually. But since the man before him was his son-in-law, things were different. If war broke out, his son-in-law would most likely go to the battlefield—how could he not be worried?
(End of chapter)
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