Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Mistakenly Obtaining Your Desire (Chapter 6)

The Emerald Bamboo Courtyard.

It was really just two small bamboo huts—one serving as a kitchen, the other as a bedroom for two.

Mo Qingjue stepped back a few paces to examine it closely. After a moment, he raised his right finger, gesturing 

toward the person standing on the ladder. “Tilt it a bit more this way... a little higher... yes, almost there. Let me 

take another look...”

After spending most of the day, the two finally secured the bamboo plaque in place. Mo Qingjue squinted, staring 

at the three crisply carved characters, smiling to himself. When he caught sight of Si Cang Qing moving the 

bamboo ladder away, he hurriedly said, “Aqing, this bamboo plaque belongs to the Zhulin Congbo family. You 

should return it to them!”

Catching a glance at him, Si Cang Qing hoisted the ladder and headed toward the bamboo grove.

After staring at the bamboo plaque for a while longer, Mo Qingjue stepped lightly into the house. He quickly 

gathered his belongings, then approached the bedside table. Leaning forward, his palm gently caressed the bundle 

of red silk cloth. His fingertips traced the threads, a satisfied curve lifting the corners of his lips.

Today, they would be married!

The thought made him impatient, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Just as this intense excitement peaked, a sharp pain erupted in his head. Mo Qingjue suddenly crouched down, 

clutching his temples. His brows furrowed tightly as a faint groan escaped his lips.

‘Are you truly going to marry him?’

The accusatory tone sent his surging heart plunging into an ice cellar, freezing cold.

Unable to suppress his guilt, he weakly asked, ‘Ao... It’s been so long. You’ve finally appeared.’

‘Hmph! Did you think I’d stay hidden and let you marry Si Cang Qing? Wen, don’t forget our bargain!’

He gave a bitter smile. “Of course not... but now—” He sighed despondently. “We're powerless against that old 

witch...”

“You disappoint me! I entrusted this body to you so you could settle our affairs... yet here you are, courting the 

very man who seeks our deaths! Now that our chance for vengeance is lost, you still have the nerve to marry?!”

Never had he seen such icy coldness in his voice. Guilt-ridden, he replied, “I'm sorry...”

“I will not consent to your marriage!” Ao declared coldly. “I'll go kill him right now!”

“No!” Wen cried out urgently. "You can't do that... He remembers nothing. If you must vent your anger, take it 

out on me! Just... just let me continue this marriage ceremony."

“You think I won't dare harm you? If you don't know your place, I can still kill you!”

“You can kill me,” Wen smiled softly, “but don't forget, Qingjue adores Qingqing... This isn't just my chance—

it's his only chance!”

These words silenced Ao. After a long pause, he spoke softly: “I can leave you two be... But you must beg 

Si Cang Qing not to harm you. Otherwise, I will kill him!”

“Ao,” Wen sighed, “You know Qingjue's condition since the battle at Chaotian Mountain. Now we have only 

this one wish. Please... don't stand in our way anymore!”

Ao replied coldly, “I'm merely warning you. If I truly intended to stop you, would I have waited until now?!”

This single sentence revealed his true thoughts. Wen asked in surprise, “So all this time, you knew?”

“How foolish!” Ao didn't answer. “I'm leaving...”

Si Cang Qing returned to the bamboo hut and found Mo Qingjue seemed to be having an episode again, curled 

up in a ball by the bedside. Startled, he instantly rushed to her side and scooped him up. “Why aren't you in bed?”

Mo Qingjue slowly raised his head, his eyes empty. After a moment, he snapped back to reality, let out a sigh of 

relief, and laughed, "Consciousness...it's so painful!"

Frowning, Si Cang Qing leaned against the bed with the person in his arms, finally asking the question that had 

been nagging at him, "Why did it turn out like this?"

"I was seriously injured a long time ago," Mo Qingjue continued, leaning on the other's shoulder; "You've 

forgotten, haven't you...I've had this old ailment ever since. It's very uncomfortable, but it's not a serious 

problem, so don't worry!"

Nodding slightly, Si Cang Qing embraced the man, gently stroking his back with one hand.

Gazing at the other's cold face, Mo Qingjue suddenly spoke, "Aqing, you haven't called my name since you 

woke up... I want to hear it..."

Si Cang Qing paused, then recalled, realizing it was true. He was always taciturn, rarely speaking unless 

necessary. Looking down into the other's expectant eyes, he softly said, "Qingjue."

Mo Qingjue stiffened, then smiled gently, adding, "Aqing, that's not how you call me..."

"Hmm?"

Wrapping his arms around Si Cang Qing's neck, Mo Qingjue smiled faintly, "You used to call me... Wen..." 

Although this contradicted his previous words, he didn't care. He only wanted the other person to have only him 

in their heart and eyes, and only him.

He was merely a wandering soul. Even if Mo Qingjue's body could sustain him, who knew when he would simply 

disappear! From the moment he became conscious, he had lived for Mo Qingjue. Now... he might as well be 

selfish to the very end!

“Call me Wen…” he requested softly.

“Wen.” Si Cang Qing complied, calling out softly. He knew this man had many secrets, but… it didn’t matter; 

his soft heart made him willing to indulge him.

“Call me again!”

“Wen.”

“Call me again…”

Red candles were lit, a wisp of smoke rising from the incense table.

The two, both dressed in red, stood before heaven and earth, tying the knot in front of everyone, becoming 

husband and wife.

After drinking a cup of nuptial wine, their arms still intertwined, Mo Qingjue, blushing, undid their hair one by 

one, then took a lock and lightly tied it into a knot. “We are now husband and wife…” Si Cang Qing silently 

watched the other's movements, noticing the usually pale face now flushed with a tacit blush. He couldn't help but 

lean in and lightly kiss that blushing cheek.

This light touch sent Mo Qingjue's face burning bright red. He pursed his lips, and after a long while, he looked 

up into Si Cang Qing's eyes. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the other's neck and kissed his lips 

passionately, biting them clumsily.

"Wen..."

Si Cang Qing sighed softly and returned the kiss, his hands unconsciously groping Mo Qingjue's waist. At first, 

it was a gentle caress, then gradually increased in pressure, becoming a somewhat urgent kneading.

"Let's go to bed..."

Mo Qingjue breathed heavily, his clothes... His clothes had long since fallen away, revealing large expanses of 

skin. He lay beneath the man, slightly arched, his hands sliding limply down to clutch the sheets on either side of 

his body.

The bamboo house window wasn't closed tightly, flapping incessantly in the wind.

His body was weak and sore, and he shifted involuntarily, moving closer to the warmth. The creaking of the 

window nearby brought a glimpse of food, instantly clearing his muddled thoughts. He opened his eyes warily, 

and upon seeing the somewhat familiar face, he paused for a moment.

But it was only a brief moment of stunned silence before he swiftly reached for the man's neck—to kill him!

Si Cang Qing immediately seized the man's wrist. His previously closed eyes now opened, and he calmly stared at 

the person beside him, calling out, "Wen?"

He couldn't mistake that palpable killing intent just now, but… why? In the two months they'd spent together, he 

had never felt that Mo Qingjue had harbored any ill intentions towards him again, which was the premise for his 

gradual acceptance of the other upon his return.

Mo Qingjue froze, staring at the face so close to his, the focused gaze fixed entirely on him. Only then did he 

belatedly realize that their naked limbs were intertwined beneath the covers…

Intimacy, warmth.

Mo Qingjue abruptly pulled his hand away, grabbed his clothes, and vanished from the room in a flash.

Si Cang Qing slowly sat up. The cold morning air touched his bare skin, making his mind even clearer. He stared 

thoughtfully at the wide-open door, a sense of unease rising within him. The person's aura was both unfamiliar 

and strangely familiar, but completely different from the Mo Qingjue he had just encountered.

What was going on? Si Cang Qing tried to recall, but a throbbing headache struck, like a barrier preventing him 

from finding the truth. He reluctantly leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes to rest for a moment, and then 

slowly got up… He should go find Wen!

A strange place, a strange self…

Standing by the riverbank, Mo Qingjue, or rather, Qiang Qingmo, stared blankly at the vast expanse of water. His 

head throbbed, but he ignored it; a surge of panic welled up within his previously desolate heart.

Why had he shared a bed with that person, even doing *that*?

He knew he often lost consciousness during certain periods, and had absolutely no memory of his actions then. 

He never cared about anything; his entire life had revolved around obeying the orders of the woman who was his 

mother, helping her conquer the world.

He never delved into what he had done while unconscious… but today, he never imagined he would…

He remembered that person calling him “Wen” with a puzzled expression. Qiang Qingmo slowly lowered his 

brows, unconsciously touching the wrist that person had held… The feeling of their limbs intertwined was warm, 

making his heart pound.

Why did he have this strange feeling?

Qiang Qingmo stood motionless by the river, head bowed, letting the waves soak his shoes. “Wen…”

A cold voice suddenly came from behind. Qiang Qingmo tensed, a murderous intent rising in his heart, but he 

hesitated to act… That sudden, inexplicable emotion left him momentarily confused—a voice seemed to be 

stopping him from making a move.

Although he sensed something was wrong with the other person, Si Cang Qing still walked to his side, frowned 

slightly at the casually worn robe, and then draped a cloak over him.

Almost unable to resist attacking, Qiang Qingmo stopped all movement the moment the other person carefully 

draped the robe over him, staring blankly at Si Cang Qing's cold face.

He had seen Si Cang Qing before, always cold and ruthless. This was the first time he had seen him so gently 

draping a cloak over someone. Was it just his imagination? His usually barren and empty heart was being filled 

and warmed little by little, making him… crave even more.

Looking calmly at the man's blank face, Si Cang Qing reached out and pulled him into his arms. He could feel 

Mo Qingjue's body tense up instantly, but the killing intent had lessened... He kissed the man's forehead and said, 

"You're not feeling well, let's go home!"

The man, who had been startled by Si Cang Qing's kiss, suddenly relaxed upon hearing "go home." He obediently 

leaned against Si Cang Qing's chest, feeling the warmth enveloping his entire body. Qiang Qingmo involuntarily 

closed his eyes, but suddenly spoke:

"My name isn't Wen... call me Mo!"

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