Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 922: Chapter 923: Fortunately, You Don’t Know...

Meng Zhuqing actually really wanted to call Tobanya back; Tobanya was the person he cherished in his heart, how could he bear to let her leave like that? But he couldn’t.

With his face now a ghastly sight, he didn’t want her to catch even a glimpse of him...

Enduring the agony in his heart, Meng Zhuqing sat there, letting Tobanya walk out step by step.

Only when he couldn’t hear any sound from outside did Meng Zhuqing put down the teacup in his hand, slowly turned his head, and looked towards the door.

There was no longer any sign of Tobanya at the doorway, only the tranquil night and the bright moon.

Meng Zhuqing closed his eyes, then rose to his feet, walked over, and closed the door.

He had intended to extinguish the lamp and go to bed, but on reaching the lamp, he turned back, settled on the stool he was sitting on before, and stared at the spot where Tobanya had been sitting.

Without saying a word or showing any expression, he just looked on at the spot where Tobanya had been sitting for quite a while, until his heart was entirely at peace. Only then did he extinguish the lamp, lay down on the bed, and went to sleep.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought with a sense of relief, ”It’s a good thing that you don’t like me.”

It’s a good thing that it’s only me who has an unrequited love.

It’s a good thing that I’m the only one in pain.

It’s a good thing that you are unaware of my feelings.

It’s a good thing...

...

Although Meng Zhuqing was slashed wildly, his bones were unharmed, and after lying unconscious for a month, his wounds had already scabbed over and peeled off, and his body was mostly healed.

Since his body was not in serious condition, Meng Zhuqing planned to continue his duties loyally under his master Xiao Changyi, to serve Xiao Changyi. But Gong Juechen suggested that he rest for a few more days and take some medicine to completely recover.

If he didn’t rest, Gong Juechen said he might suffer from lasting ailments.

Meng Zhuqing wasn’t planning to rest, but his lord, Xiao Changyi, ordered him to fully recuperate before returning to work at Prince Yi’s Mansion, so he obeyed and stayed home to recover.

After another ten days to ensure his full recovery, Meng Zhuqing was ready to return to service at Prince Yi’s Mansion.

The night before he was to return to work at Prince Yi’s Mansion, Meng Lanqing came to find Meng Zhuqing.

”Here, this is what you asked me to have made for you,” said Meng Lanqing with mixed feelings as he handed the silver mask to Meng Zhuqing.

Meng Zhuqing took the mask and expressed his gratitude, ”Thank you, brother.”

”Zhuqing...” Barely uttering three words, Meng Lanqing didn’t know what else to say, only looking at his younger brother’s ruined face with complex emotions.

Meng Zhuqing laughed and said, ”Brother, why so solemn? Isn’t this a good thing for me? You won’t be able to use this as an excuse to beat me up anymore.”

”You little rascal!” Meng Lanqing became immediately annoyed, and lifting his hand, he wanted to shove Meng Zhuqing, but when his hand reached Meng Zhuqing, he only patted him on the shoulder in a consoling manner.

Meng Lanqing could still be heard complaining, ”You’re still better off than me; at least people don’t mistake you for a woman. Just look at me, already having a son, yet the moment I show my face, everyone still treats me as a woman.”

Meng Zhuqing found it amusing, ”You already have a son, and you’re still bothered about your face?”

Meng Lanqing said in distress, ”Isn’t it because I’m worried that my son won’t call me ’father’ but ’mother’ because of my face?”

Meng Zhuqing: ”...”

”Forget it, I won’t worry about it anymore,” Meng Lanqing tried to let go of his concern, ”He’s my son, and if he dares to call me ’mother’, I’ll break his legs and see if he dares again.”