Chapter 192: Because, my mother is Jiang Yun Chu

I understand!

Jiang Yun Chu nodded, indicating she understood, you may go……

But that man, like a rascal, directly moved the stool to the opposite side of the desk and just stared at her.

It seems…… he has a serious illness!

She opened her son's letter, which was filled with three pages of writing.

"Mother, every time you call me like this, I realize I am finally a child who is wanted."

"I also have someone who loves me, someone who cares for me, someone who stands before me without asking about right or wrong."

"Mother, do you know? I am very happy and also delighted."

"Because, my mother is Jiang Yun Chu."

……

Each word, each sentence, are Ning Hanmo's innermost feelings; he has changed from a little bully into a shy young master.

Many times in daily life, he kept things bottled up, wanting to speak but ashamed to say them out loud; today he wrote them all in the letter.

Jiang Yun Chu covered her eyes, her eyes slightly sore.

No one knew, when she first entered the mansion, seeing Ning Hanmo shivering wrapped in a blanket, how distressed she felt.

Later she learned from the Imperial Noble Consort that Ning Hanmo, when he was very young, had been kidnapped, and that night was stormy with thunder and rain.

Although the child was rescued, the storm became his nightmare.

Just like……

Yue Yue's little bell.

"What's wrong? What did that brat say?" Ning Chengyan furrowed his brows, looking displeased.

Jiang Yun Chu composed herself, lowered her hand, everything the child suffered was because of him.

"Ning Chengyan, don't force me to whip you!" Her eyes were sharp, her expression solemn, clearly not joking.

Ning Chengyan furrowed his brows, feeling that his young princess consort seemed to have some misunderstanding toward him.

"Yun chu."

His words had just left his mouth when Jiang Yun Chu directly interrupted him.

"Please call me Jiang Yun Chu, Prince, General; we aren't that close yet!"

What she couldn't bear to part with were the two children; otherwise she would have already quit.

"Jiang Yun Chu!" Ning Chengyan frowned, his face showing no expression, but when he uttered her name, it felt as if he turned it over on his tongue several times, giving it a different flavor.

"Speak up or fart off!" Jiang Yun Chu said mercilessly upon looking at her son's letter for the second time.

"When you speak to me, can you be a bit calmer?" Ning Chengyan asked.

Jiang Yun Chu suddenly lifted her head, looked at Ning Chengyan, and said, "So? Is this the Prince's order?"

Ning Chengyan choked for a moment, "No!"

"How am I speaking? It seems like my freedom; I neither defy the Imperial Edict nor break the law. If the Prince doesn't like it, he can simply give me a divorce letter and let me roll out of the Wang Fu."

"I……"

"No complaints!"

"Reputation? Does she care about it?"

What she cares about are merely the two children; if a divorce letter could make Ning Chengyan willing, giving her the two children, then not only a divorce letter, even having her write a self‑condemnation would be acceptable.

"Who made these two children specifically his?"

"Jiang Yun Chu, remember my words: only widowed, no divorced wives; don't say that again."

Upon hearing the words about divorcing a wife, Ning Chengyan felt a bit panicked inside, and dared not utter what was in his heart.

If she cares so much about the two children, if she knew they were not her own, could she then leave the Wang Fu without any reluctance?

By then, taking the children with her, could he still find her?

She despises herself so much; she would surely go to a place he could not find!

Thinking of this……

All the things he originally wanted to say today were swallowed down into his belly.

"Oh!" Jiang Yun Chu didn't care, sighed, "How to abduct someone else's child? Who can tell her? Online, waiting, quite urgent!"

"Happy New Year."

Afterward, that annoying figure left the study, turning into a black shadow; where exactly he went, nobody knew.

Jiang Yun Chu narrowed her eyes, Ning Chengyan's martial arts……

Probably surpasses the dark guards.

She came to her senses, then saw on the desk a long wooden box placed there.

Just now……

This box probably shouldn't be here, right?

Could it be……

A guess formed in her heart; could it be that Ning Chengyan didn't put it down?

This person, perhaps really is poisonous!

Jiang Yun Chu went around from behind the desk, then sat on the stool where Ning Chengyan had just been sitting.

The wooden box is made of rosewood, carved with exquisite patterns, looking quite antiquated, likely aged.

She looked around, thought, Ning Chengyan probably isn't that bored to pull a prank, right?

After confirming her thought, she then took that wooden box over.

The wooden box is rectangular, slender and elongated; I don't know what this kind of box is supposed to hold.

With a hint of curiosity, Jiang Yun Chu finally opened the wooden box.

What met her eyes was a expanse of crimson……

Jiang Yun Chu slowly narrowed her eyes; if Ning Chengyan were here, he would surely not miss the astonishment in her eyes.

It was a sword; the scabbard was entirely crimson, the hilt also red, actually blending seamlessly with the scabbard's color.

With a 'Clang~,' she drew the long sword from its scabbard; the sword's appearance immediately filled her vision.

Entirely red……

Like the rising sun, like a yolk stripped of its white, amidst the all‑red color it carried a wave of orange‑yellow.

That appearance, radiant and resplendent.

This……

Just a glance, and Jiang Yun Chu's heart trembled; she lightly caressed the gilded hue, as tenderly as one would a lover, yet unable to let go.

Crimson Sky Sword!

On the blade were the two characters 'Dragon soaring, phoenix dancing,' Crimson Sky!

Crimson Sky Sword is a soft sword, thin as a cicada's wing; each rebound carries a unique frequency that exactly matches the frequency of her arm's swing.

Before, she had liked the soft sword that Zhuangzi brought, but after seeing Crimson Sky Sword, her eyes held nothing else.

"The crimson sun towers above the nine heavens, the phoenix alights on the parasol tree and burns in nirvana.

"Eight hundred li away, the sun lingers; a thousand troops and ten thousand steeds await your return."

In that wooden box, besides a Crimson Sky Sword, there was also a slip of paper, its script free and unrestrained, conveying a sense of unfettered ease.

That little poem also represented the poet's state of mind.

At some point, the carefree and unrestrained person seemed to have suddenly acquired a bond.

Jiang Yun Chu glanced at it, not knowing whether Ning Chengyan had written it; forget it, what's the point of studying it? It doesn't matter!

Since he placed the Crimson Sky Sword here, it must be a gift for her; she manages his vast Wang Fu for him, so receiving a Crimson Sky Sword shouldn't be excessive, right?

She accepted it with a clear conscience, but Ning Chengyan on the other side had a headache; he had to leave Jingdu before dawn.

"Sigh!" Ning Chengyan spurred his horse, galloping swiftly; in a moment, only a sigh lingered.

Regarding his Young Princess Consort, he could neither be soft nor hard, neither speak nor think about her.

Yet his heart, however, could not be let go.