Ink Blade Chapter 12 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Proofed by kleio
Meet Again (part 2)
"......”
Qiu Hua was dumbfounded.
What a joke, if the Palace Master wants to release someone from the Punishment Hall, just one command is enough, why is it still related to whether it is too late or not?
The Master usually loves Young Master Bai Hua so much, what happened today!?
But before Qiu Jin could connect the dots in her head, she saw that her serious and good palace master, who was talking nonsense just now, had strode into the sleeping chamber, dismissed the little maid servants in the Zhongqian Hall with a few words, and carried the sleeping Mo Ren in his arms to his own bed......
"..." In an instant, the little maid's mind turned a hundred times, and then she curtsied outside with a wooden face, "...this servant will now retire."
Afterwards, the night was filled with silence.
Chu Yan slept deeply, until the next morning, he vaguely felt that someone was gently smoothing the wrinkled quilt for him. He stretched out his hand based on his feeling, and sure enough, he grasped a wrist with a cool temperature.
Chu Yan was half asleep and half awake, closed his eyes and pressed the man into his arms and said vaguely, "Eh... stay with this Master...sleep a little longer..."
This sentence came out unconsciously, however it woke him up. Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, and what caught his eyes was the bright sky outside the window.
Mo Ren was bowing beside his bed, his complexion seemed to be better, with a look of surprise on his clear and handsome face, as he met the master's eyes.
Chu Yan couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while, and merely said in a daze, "You..."
Mo Ren blinked, and the light coming in from the window lattice jumped on his eyelashes. The guard also seemed to have just woken up, his hair was not tied up, and he was standing beside the bed in a loose single coat garment.
"This subordinate..." Mo Ren was at a loss for words for a moment. There were too many messy things that happened last night, he always felt that there was too much to say, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking about it, he finally felt that nothing was more important than the Master, so he asked first, "...dare to ask the Master, is there any discomfort?"
Chu Yan shook his head, "This Master is all right now."
...he still refused to let go of Mo Ren.
This made the guard a little embarrassed, and Mo Ren continued, "This subordinate acted without authorization last night, Asking the Master to give this subordinate punishment.”
Chu Yan smiled, sat up on the bed again, and said softly, "Why should this Master ever want to blame you…..Come, sit." As he spoke, he tugged Mo Ren's hand, and ordered him to sit on the head of the bed.
"This subordinate, this subordinate lost his composure last night..."
The atmosphere was even weirder, and Mo Ren always felt that the master's smile seemed to contain something bad.
He felt inexplicably nervous, "Master, forgive this subordinate."
Chu Yan looked at him straight, and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay...Thinking about how Ah Ren has been with this Master for so long, this Master has never really treated you well..."
"..." Mo Ren was gazed like this by the Master that his back had goosebumps, not to mention that he never thought that Chu Yan, who had always been arrogant, could say such words.
Although it went against what was usual for him, the guard still couldn't help but think of the old saying "when a man who is about to die, his words are also good"......
Chu Yan cleared his throat, and asked gently, "Ah Ren...do you have anything else to ask this Master?"
".....”
Mo Ren was almost frightened by his own wild thoughts. He wanted to ask about Bai Hua, but why would he dare to talk to him anymore, thus he just shook his head slightly, waiting for the master's next words.
"Then can this Master ask you a question." Chu Yan said lightly, "Last night...why didn't you draw your sword?"
Mo Ren was silent for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel that the question asked by the master...was just nonsense. He answered naturally without thinking, "How could this subordinate dare?"
Chu Yan laughed silently.
…..He laughed like that, not to mention how weird it was.
Even Mo Ren, who was always calm and composed, shuddered in fear.
Chu Yan raised his forehead with his folded hand against it and sighed softly, "You."
His voice was suddenly so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, "Ah Ren, you should just kill this Master with a single strike...Why don't you dare? Why can you not dare do it?"
Mo Ren: “........”
Chu Yan said sadly, "If you took advantage of the chaos to kill this Master before fleeing last night, the secret guards would not be able to stop you. You can go down the southern mountain, pass Changqing City and then go south. After crossing the river, you will not be under the jurisdiction of the Jiuzhong Palace. From then on, no one can cause you trouble."
"With your talent in martial arts and temperament, you’re a rarity in Jianghu. As long as you leave this Master’s side, if you want to achieve prosperity, you can get it, if you want to be free and unrestrained, you can obtain it, and even if you want a beautiful person to be well matched with you, you can get it….”
"That'll be great. No matter what, it's more comfortable than standing by this Master’s bed and serving others..."
In the end, Palace Master Chu sincerely clapped his hands and sighed, "It's a pity that you don't want to. What a pity.”
Mo Ren: “.........”
Listen to this….... no, actually he didn't have to listen to it at all. The guard completely lost the ability to think as early as halfway through.
After being stiff for a long time, Mo Ren stood up staggeringly with a cold face, "Master, take some rest, and let this subordinate…..go call the Medicine Hall Master."
Chu Yan called him from behind, "Stop, this Master is not crazy."
Mo Ren hadn't had the time to think about whether to stop or not, when suddenly a familiar breath came from behind him.
Chu Yan got off the bed barefooted, his eyes were slightly red, and he moved forward quickly, grabbed Mo Ren's shoulders and pushed him against the wall.
Mo Ren panicked, "Master, you..."
Chu Yan stared at Mo Ren intently, and a forced question came out from between his teeth, "You tell the truth, Ah Ren. This Master came to ask you because he really couldn't figure it out...Why are you not willing to draw your sword against this Master?"
"Why don’t you..." Chu Yan's lips were attached to Mo Ren's ear, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were cold, "Won’t the grievances of the next seven years, suffering, humiliation, illness...be cut off with that single sword strike?"
“–!!?"
It was as if Mo Ren had been hit by a thunderbolt. His legs softened, and he knelt down straight in front of Chu Yan. His breathing was suddenly disordered, but he couldn't say anything.
It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in his mind, leaving him in a daze.
The Master said... what?
The next... seven years? The next!?
This…….
This……
Mo Ren only opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at Chu Yan, but his whole body had started to tremble.
"Are you really willing!?"
Chu Yan's words seemed to leave no room for the guard to doubt himself. Every word that fell was like a heavy hammer, cruel and painful, "This Master has let you down, this Master has hurt you like that!! Could it be that you are still willing to taste that feeling again!?"
Mo Ren's face was pale, he knelt there and looked up at Chu Yan, and tremblingly said, "Master...Master..."
"Obviously you have been reborn, but why do you still stay by this Master's side like nothing happened..." Chu Yan's eyes were red and his voice was trembling, "Why are you, why…..”
Finally, Chu Yan smiled with difficulty again, and the corners of his usually cool lips drew a self-deprecating arc, "Why do you still have to do this......"
“Kneeling in front of this Master?"
The emotion of regret was overwhelming, and he could no longer suppress it.
The arc of Chu Yan's bitter smile finally distorted.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, turning his face away. A drop of tear wetted the black eyelashes and slid down the cheek, leaving a clear trail on the handsome face of the palace master.
