The Sorrowmender

Chapter 60 – Can we have another drink?

May I Have Another Drink?

After listening to Mo Shengge, the white-haired girl fell silent as well, as if she had come to understand something.

Yes, weren't those people her family?

And wasn't it she who had harmed them?

She turned her head to look at Xu Qingzhou, her clear eyes regaining their usual liveliness.

Calmly, she said, "You're right. Some things were wrong from the start, and some people should never have been met."

Mo Shengge also looked at Xu Qingzhou.

Under their gaze, Xu Qingzhou looked at the white-haired girl and asked with a faint smile.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

The white-haired girl withdrew her gaze and glanced at Mo Shengge, just a single glance.

But it was that single glance that severed all ties between her and Mo Shengge.

She pondered for a moment and then spoke a profound truth.

"That day at the school, the old teacher said something from a book."

"What did he say?" Xu Qingzhou asked curiously.

"Those who abandon me are past events that cannot be retained; those who disturb my heart are today's troubles."

After saying this, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a serene smile appearing between her lively brows.

"Let's end it here. You took me in back then, and I killed for you nine times. That should be enough; I owe you nothing now."

"As for your intention to kill me, I'll be generous and not hold it against you."

She spoke with unusual calmness and looked at Xu Qingzhou again.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Xu Qingzhou squinted his eyes slightly, full of relief.

"Alright!"

The white-haired girl pushed open the door, where Li San and Meng Xiao were waiting, along with a courtyard full of black-clad assassins.

Moonlight spilled in, solemn and chilling.

"Please make way."

They instinctively made a path, allowing the white-haired girl to walk through.

They watched her with complex and peculiar expressions.

To most of the death warriors, they naturally recognized this young girl.

Seeing her sudden enlightenment, they couldn't help but feel a silent sense of relief for her.

Because from the beginning, they all knew she was different from them; she had a choice.

Mo Shengge naturally saw the thousands of death warriors outside the room, and her lips pressed down slightly.

The tree has fallen, and the monkeys have scattered; her power is gone.

"Though I was illiterate, I could still speak such profound truths. This must be what they mean by 'seeing someone in a new light after three days.'"

"Mister, it seems I underestimated you."

Xu Qingzhou did not explain, calmly watching her.

"Lady, let's not flatter Xu anymore. Let's get to the point."

"Daoist Master Dongyun, the Street Urchin, the offerings, and three thousand death warriors were my four trump cards. Now, Mister has killed, shattered, and taken them all. I have no more means; the death warriors have turned, my eyes and ears are deaf, and I have lost."

She admitted her defeat and expressed her helplessness.

Originally, she thought she could buy some time, and even if the offerings in the dark couldn't defeat Mister, they could still summon the city's army.

She wasn't necessarily doomed to die, but now, with no way to send a message, she couldn't wait for reinforcements.

Xu Qingzhou smoothed his cuffs.

"In that case, does Lady have any last words?"

Mo Shengge looked at him and asked seriously:

"Do you really intend to kill me?"

"Why not?"

"If you kill me, can you still leave Linfeng City? I know you save the world and help the people, but if I die, Linfeng City will fall into chaos. What will you do then?"

Xu Qingzhou stroked his chin, not thinking much.

"That's not something Lady needs to worry about. Xu has his own plans."

"It seems I truly won't leave this golden hall tonight."

She sighed again, choosing to accept it calmly, her gaze at Xu Qingzhou softening and becoming more peaceful.

"Can I speak with you alone?"

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and they don't lie.

Mo Shengge was someone who couldn't be trusted, but somehow, at this moment, Xu Qingzhou saw sincerity in her eyes.

Out of curiosity and respect, he didn't think much and nodded in agreement.

"Alright!"

He then gestured to Meng Xiao outside the door.

"Drag him out."

"Understood!"

Meng Xiao and Li San carried the fallen offering out and closed the door.

They ordered the death warriors outside to retreat 100 meters.

The crowd, puzzled, waited quietly in the night, silent.

Meng Xiao: "Are Mister and Lady still talking?"

Li San: "Mister is not someone we can understand. Just wait."

Meng Xiao: "Hmm..."

Boom!

A black cloud drifted from somewhere, meeting the cloud that already covered the moon.

When the two met, sparks flew instantly.

A bolt of lightning shattered the sky, thunder roared, and then a fierce wind blew.

The rain poured down.

Summer is a rainy season, especially on this restless night, where rain is abundant, and it was a torrential downpour.

The wind rattled the wooden windows, and the sound of rain poured into the hall.

In the grand hall, Xu Qingzhou and Mo Shengge sat facing each other.

Just like that day in the official translation.

The same people, the same night.

What was different was the wind, the rain, and this long table.

And the pot of fragrant liquor on the table.

"That day, Mister relieved my worries with strong tea. Today, we won't drink tea; how about wine?"

Afraid Xu Qingzhou would refuse, Mo Shengge hurriedly added.

"Consider it a farewell from Mister to me, and I'll use the courage from the wine to speak some truths."

Mo Shengge was a wise person, and Xu Qingzhou was a compassionate god.

He agreed.

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum, ten years of lamps in the night rain of the Jianghu. Then I shall accompany Lady in drinking this last cup of the mortal world."

Mo Shengge smiled with delight, her beautiful eyes sparkling, revealing another kind of beauty.

The wine filled the cup, and they raised their glasses.

"Mister, please!"

"Lady, please!"

The clear spring flowed, the strong liquor entered the throat, regardless of the cold wind or the chilly rain, it could warm the heart.

Mo Shengge poured another cup.

"To Mister!"

She drank it all in one go, and Xu Qingzhou frowned slightly.

Mo Shengge drank cup after cup; it was good wine, intoxicating wine.

Before long, her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue.

Mo Shengge, holding her wine cup, her gaze blurred, seemed like a different person. The noble demeanor that once moved Xu Qingzhou was completely gone after the wine.

Nowhere to be found, the lady before him had truly changed.

She had become ordinary, no longer eye-catching.

Xu Qingzhou thought, perhaps this was her last indulgence before death, or maybe this was her truest self.

He didn't think much of it, nor did he ask. People have many facets, whether in front of others or behind them.

Hence the saying, knowing a person's face doesn't mean knowing their heart.

Xu Qingzhou listened to the rain, not indulging in the wine.

Mo Shengge, with flushed cheeks, stared at the wine in her cup and slowly asked a question.

"Mister, do you think what I did was right?"

Xu Qingzhou was taken aback, puzzled, "What are you referring to?"

"Killing my father, killing my brother, killing my husband, killing Mister..."

Faced with such a question, Xu Qingzhou naturally didn't know how to answer.

"This question shouldn't be asked of me; it should be asked of yourself."

Mo Shengge spoke to herself, "I think I wasn't wrong. I lost, but it wasn't to Mister; it was to fate."