Mei Gongqing 80-81

Chapter 80: Jealousy

Wang Hong stroked Chen Rong’s porcelain face and faintly smiled. “Listening to your tone, you must know her very well?” He raised an eyebrow, slowly adding: “Ah Rong does whatever she pleases and I do whatever I please. Don’t you think you’re concerning yourself too much, general?”

Sun Yan angrily balled his hand into a fist and was about to throw a punch at Wang Hong’s face, just as Chen Rong chose this exact moment to stir awake. While Sun Yan paused, she poked her head past him, gripped the shaft, and retched.

Color was finally restored to her face once she vomited. Not paying much attention to his ire, she looked up at Sun Yan and shakily asked, “Where’s Old Shang, is he here? Is he still alive?”

They never thought the first person she asked for upon waking up would be her servant.

Sun Yan hadn’t opened his mouth by the time Wang Hong pulled her back into his arms. He gently looked into her eyes and reassured her that: “Old Shang’s fine.”

At the same time Wang Hong answered her, a Wang servant added: “Miss, that old servant of yours had fainted. His leg got wounded by an arrow so he was bleeding a bit. Don’t worry, he won’t die.”

Having received this answer, Chen Rong relaxed, exhaled, and closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before her eyes flew open again. Looking up, she saw that Wang Hong was holding her while looking at a cranky Sun Yan with slightly amused eyes. Chen Rong broke into a smile and murmured: “You’re both here. I’m so very glad.” As though she had spent all her strength, her eyes closed again and her limbs slackened.

Sun Yan harrumphed, grabbed Chen Rong’s arm and, after giving Wang Hong a warning glare, pulled her out of the carriage. He staggeringly stuffed her into another carriage, then turned and shouted: “Got enough rest? Let’s move it.”

Everyone swiftly complied. They urged their horses, took arms, and made sure that their wounds were well bandaged. Those who could continue to ride, rode; those who couldn’t ride were thrown onto the carriages. The cavalcade again rushed away in the direction of Nan’yang.

As they pressed on, unending battle cries and neighs could still be heard from Mo’yang.

Looking at the growing number of torches at the south gate, Sun Yan quietly thought: It seems the barbarians have begun to send reinforcements from the other gates. If those nobles hesitate any longer, they are going to lose their chance. However, it had nothing to do with him, for he felt he had done everything he could.

In the dark, the crackles of fire and cries became the main sounds that helped mask their footsteps.

They hastened on and soon found that dawn had arrived. They had gone 100 miles from Mo’yang and finally reached safety.

The crowd cheered loudly and began to dismount the vehicles and horses. The moment they got off, the horses staggered with some even foaming at the mouth. It was time to rest.

By the time Chen Rong recovered her spirit, daylight had lit the sky. She sat up, stretched her sleeve to wipe her eyes, and found blood stains on it.

While she was staring at her sleeve in a daze, a familiar voice called to her: “Miss.” It sounded weak, as if it wanted to cry but also to laugh; it was Old Shang’s voice.

Chen Rong raised her head to see Old Shang crawling over to her, shakily saying: “Miss, we got out alive.” And then he burst into tears.

On Chen Rong’s wan face bloomed a brilliant smile. “Yes, we got out alive,” she hoarsely repeated. “And so did they.” Her eyes shone brightly as she spoke, her face likewise vibrant. She sat upright, reached for the curtain, and looked outside.

Watching Wang Hong’s carriage and Sun Yan on horseback, Chen Rong shakily whispered, “Old Shang, I have gone to hell and back with them. From this day forth, my situation should be better.”

Old Shang didn’t expect this would be the first thing she thought about after waking up. He momentarily grinned and replied, “Aye,” giving her a look of sympathy and heartache.

Sun Yan turned around to see Chen Rong poking her head out of the carriage. He galloped over to her, leaned a little forward and whispered: “I’ve already warned them. They’ve agreed not to speak nonsense. You can rest assured, Ah Rong.”

“What are you talking about?” she quizzically asked.

Caught for words, Sun Yan stared at her and clamped his mouth with no intention to explain. He waved his hand to one of his soldiers and shouted: “Bring the bamboo tube here.”

“Aye.” The soldier handed him a freshly cut bamboo tube.

Sun Yan stuffed it into Chen Rong’s hands and told her, “Clean the blood on your face.” When he finished, he turned to go back.

Two paces later, he stopped and turned around to look in Chen Rong’s direction, wanting so say something to her but decided not to after some thought.

The bamboo tube was filled with water, which Chen Rong used to clean her face and rinse her mouth.

At the time she threw the tube away, she could see Wang Hong dressed in a black robe, strolling in the wilderness with his hands clasped behind his back. The cold wind was blowing his hair, brushing it across his handsome face.

Looking at his profile, Chen Rong could not help but think: Whenever I see him, I’m always made to feel that I’m in a wondrous place. This man always has excellent bearings and graceful manners that he makes others feel small.

She withdrew her gaze. Having suddenly remembered something, she slightly tilted her head and asked Old Shang with a lowered voice: “Old Shang, wasn’t I in Wang Qilang’s carriage before?”

“Aye, it was General Sun who brought you back.” His voice remained the same.

Chen Rong’s face was turning from white to ruddy, then ruddy to white, however. After a long pause, she suddenly exclaimed: “So this was what Sun Yan meant.” She raised her curtain and walked to him.

Sun Yan was talking to a young captain. When he saw her approach, he waved his hand to dismiss the other man and walked up to her.

At three paces from him, Chen Rong gave a curtsy and gratefully said, “Thank you for that.”

Sun Yan’s beautiful face flared up in irritation. He stared at Chen Rong for a long while and then suddenly asked, “Do you like Wang Hong that much?”

When Chen Rong’s response didn’t come fast enough, he scoffed, “You’re not even betrothed but you’re already throwing yourself at him! Ah Rong of the Chen house, have you decided to be his concubine?”

Chen Rong turned cold; she replied by reflex, “No!”

Sun Yan’s rigid face slightly relaxed. He glared and her and snapped, “Then be a little more careful!” He seemed to be very angry at Chen Rong when he harrumphed and turned away.

She began to chase him but stopped herself.

Unconsciously, she looked back in Wang Hong’s direction. She suddenly stiffened at this turn. Wang Hong was folding his arms in front of his chest, watching her and Sun Yan… for some reason, his eyes flustered Chen Rong.

At this time, Sun Yan’s loud bark gave an order: “We’re leaving right after breakfast.” He glanced to see Chen Rong and Wang Hong trading glances, and harrumphed in disgust.

He wasn’t far from Chen Rong, and she had heard his disapproval loud and clear. She shuddered, quickly withdrew her gaze and went back to her carriage with her head bowed low.

After partaking some dried food, they took off again.

With Mo’yang farther and farther behind them, people gradually allowed themselves to be more at ease.

At noon, the scouts sent by Sun Yan returned and relayed that the Hu were sighted near a fork ahead, but they were few in number.

Since they were few in number, there was no need to fear and the team moved on.

By late afternoon, Sun Yan chose a site to camp so that the troops can begin a thorough rest.

Chen Rong languidly leaned against the carriage wall. With Mo’yang far away, her heart also eased up. For some reason, the relaxation made way for an overwhelming exhaustion, and her limbs felt strengthless as though she was seriously ill.

The moon came out in the evening.

Sun Yan pulled Chen Rong to a tree. She lazily leaned against her seat, looked up and watched the moon in the sky.

At this time, the melodious zither floated to them.

Chen Rong slowly turned around.

She saw Wang Hong sitting in the wilderness with a zither placed in front. His delicate fingers flitted across the strings. Like the silvery moonlight, his profile was also emitting a faint glow. At this very second, he seemed as if he belonged in a painting, unreachable by her… He was clearly right there close to her, but she felt they were separated by rivers and hills.

Chen Rong idly turned sideways to watch him, enjoying the arresting sight under the moonlight.

There were sounds of death in his usually ethereal music. As she listened, Chen Rong could almost see a blood moon in the sky.

At this time, her leg received a kick. She looked up in surprise to find Sun Yan’s glower. She glared at the handsome boy and asked, “What?” Because she was tired, her voice had started to sound hoarse.

Sun Yan glared back in annoyance, looked around, and lowered his voice to tell her: “You were drooling.”

Chen Rong gasped. She quickly wiped her mouth before stiffening half way through. “Liar.”

Sun Yan gave her a supercilious look and unceremoniously sat down. He had taken off his armor and was now wearing a blue robe. He sat in front of Chen Rong, hugging his knees to watch the sky for a while, then suddenly asked, “Ah Rong, do you really like Wang Qilang?” He hadn’t looked at her, but his question was serious.

Chen Rong thought about it. “Aye.” She paused, and then innocently smiled, “Doesn’t every girl in the world like a man like him?”

Sun Yan turned around. There was something strange about the way he looked at her that Chen Rong didn’t quite get. After some time, he suddenly got up and turned to go, his footsteps striding faster and faster.

Chen Rong opened her mouth to call him back, but stopped when she saw several people staring her way.

By the time Sun Yan had gone twenty paces, a series of clopping hooves approached.

All chatters halted. Some hastily turned and ran to their horses. They had all experienced killing and deaths, and knew something must’ve happened the moment they heard the horse hooves.

Sun Yan also stopped, his handsome face growing somber.

The rider approached him, dismounted and gave a bow. “General Sun, our men are spotted a hundred miles from here. They said General Ran and Murong Ke had met up.” He looked up, raised his clasped hands toward Sun Yan and hastily said, “The general does not have sufficient force. General Sun, let’s go lend him a hand.”

“Alright,” Sun Yan quickly made up his mind.

Wang Hong finally finished his tune at this time. He slowly dropped his hands from the instrument and looked up at Sun Yan. “Murong Ke? Where is he right now?”

“There’s a valley a hundred miles to the west from here,” replied the soldier.

Wang Hong turned to look in the direction the soldier told him and murmured, “So that’s what happened.”

“What?” asked the young captain who was on good terms with Sun Yan.

Wang Hong faintly smiled. “The troops were transferred away from the south gate last night because Murong Ke had wanted to use them against Ran Min. It seems your general has come pretty quick to have taken Murong Ke by enough surprise that it was too late for him to call his own men.”

The young captain had a square face, a dark complexion, and a large booming voice to go with his large body. When he heard Wang Hong’s explanation, he came to realize the situation and thus proudly said, “I heard Murong Ke is bent on killing all the Han heroes, especially those who has an understanding of the military. But defeat is his only option when it comes to our general.” He excitedly went on: “Once, our general only brought with him 2000 men, but he was able to repel 15000 of his. If you ask me, there’s no one who can rival our general in this world!”

He was still basking in pride when Sun Yan shouted: “Li, shut your yapping for me. The general’s still waiting for us to bring reinforcements.”

The young man named Li shuddered and quickly replied, “Aye.” He raised his head, turned and ran back to his subordinates.

While people were finishing up, Sun Yan urged his horse to Wang Hong’s side. He stared down from above and shouted, “Wang Hong, will you return to Nan’yang by yourself or will you go with us to see General Ran?”

Since last night, Sun Yan had started to shout and scream at Wang Hong whenever he saw him, with not one thought given to cordiality.

Wang Hong smiled and turned his gaze to Chen Rong, slowly walking toward her.

Sun Yan’s hair stood on their ends as he yelled: “Stop right there!” When he saw nearby people looking at him, he lowered his voice, stared warily at Wang Hong and asked, “Wang Qilang, what are you doing?”

Wang Hong merely smiled as he watched Sun Yan baring his claws. He beckoned Chen Rong over and insouciantly explained, “Nothing, I just want to call my darling over to ask for her opinion.” Whether he was intentional or not, there was an extra emphasis placed on the word “darling”. He amusedly watched Sun Yan and unhurriedly remarked, “You look so nervous, general. Or have you taken a fancy to Ah Rong of the Chen house and want to marry her?”

Sun Yan froze on the spot at these words.

Chapter 81: Return to Nan’yang

Wang Hong smiled to see that he was speechless.

At this time, Chen Rong saw Wang Hong waving to her and thus quickly came over. Seeing Sun Yan’s irritated expression, she turned and looked at him with concern before asking Wang Hong: “What’s the matter?”

“General Sun wants to go rescue General Ran. Do you want to go with him?”

“I’d like to go with you, Qilang.”

Wang Hong nodded. He turned to face Sun Yan, raised his clasped hands and said, “That being the case, we’ll not go there. I’ll see you again, General Sun. Let’s have a drink then.”

Despite giving a scoff, Sun Yan also returned his clasped hand gesture.

He went to Chen Rong and whispered to her: “Come with me.”

After he had led Chen Rong a hundred paces away, he tilted his head glancing at Wang Hong, then turned to Chen Rong and frowningly said, “Ah Rong, that Wang Qilang is a playboy; he knows how to win over the women. You mustn’t be fooled.”

At this moment, his jet black eyes, which resembled those of wolves, gave off a flash of tenderness. He gently held Chen Rong’s shoulders, regarded her and said, “We are the same, you and I… we cannot afford to fool around.”

Chen Rong returned his gaze with one of gratefulness. Slowly, she dropped into a curtsy, lowered her gaze and replied, “I’ll remember your words, my lord.”

After giving him this formal reply, she looked up, blinked her large eyes, and playfully asked, “Sun Yan, if one day you can be in control of your marriage, and you don’t have someone you love, will you marry me?” Her smile was one of innocence, but her eyes were those of earnestness.

The same earnestness with which a wolf longs for warmth and companionship after countless years of loneliness and disappointment.

Sun Yan could not understand this earnestness. He frowned and pondered, but in the end shook his head and whispered back, “I don’t want to promise what I don’t yet know if I can do.”

He lightly pressed on Chen Rong’s arms, rasping: “I do not know whether we will see each other again after this parting. Ah Rong, you must stay strong; and stay smart. You mustn’t let them deceive you or destroy you.”

Having said this, he turned to go.

Chen Rong’s gaze followed him. She looked at the young man who was striding away then was mounting his horse, and at the two thousand men sending smoke into the moonlit sky.

While she was lost in thought, a string of melodious music sounded. Different from what was played just now, it was full of melancholy and the sorrow of separation. It contained the sentiments of a gentleman who was sending his friends far away – a willow branch of sorts, a promise of next year’s reunion.

Chen Rong turned around. Under the moonlight, she saw Wang Hong attired in black and masked under a layer of fog, playing his zither. She slowly approached him.

When she reached him, a maid swiftly brought out a seat at Wang Hong’s right side.

Chen Rong sat down and startlingly stared at Wang Hong’s handsome profile.

His dancing fingers slowed down. He turned his head to look at Chen Rong, his eyes shining like the stars. They were real stars, as far as she was concerned – very bright, very clear, and so very far away…

Chen Rong looked up at him.

Wang Hong upturned his lips in a smile: “What are you looking at, Ah Rong?”

“You’re still alive.” Her gaze remained dazed.

She actually gave him such baffling words. She actually gave him those words with eyes that were empty and dazed.

Wang Hong raised his brow. He put the zither down, turned, and contemplated her.

At this point, Chen Rong gave a start, hesitantly smiled, and rose to leave.

“Ah Rong?”

Her footsteps paused.

He stood up and came up behind her. When she was only half an arm’s length away, he stopped, lowered his head, and softly asked, “Will you let me know why you came to Mo’yang?”

“I’ve already given you an answer,” she replied. Without waiting for him to ask again, she hastily went on.

Wang Hong faintly smiled watching her escape.

At this time, the middle-aged scholar came and said as he looked at Chen Rong’s back: “My lord, this Ah Rong of the Chen house is exceedingly strange. When she came with us to Mo’yang, she had led and planned our way in. She was very calm and confident, in fact. She was also very confident when we had plans to break out from the south gate. She was even crystal clear about the specific hour and the enemy’s number. But when she really faced the battlefield, she became so frightened that she was no different from other young girls. My lord, what do you make of Ah Rong of the Chen house?”

Wang Hong shook his head. He stared after Chen Rong’s departing figure, lightly smiled, and murmured: “Puzzling, isn’t she?”

Everyone fell asleep from exhaustion shortly after.

Early next morning, the team set off again.

Yesterday, they still had two thousand individuals; now they are left with a little over one hundred, thirty of which were wounded. With so few people, they had to be more vigilant on the trip. Wang Hong dispatched several pathfinders so that they could change their route if anything abnormal were to happen.

Finally, Nan’yang appeared to them on the third day.

They gave cries of joy at its familiar sight.

“Wang Hong,” a clear voice suddenly called.

Everyone turned around. From the carriage, Chen Rong was calling out to call Wang Hong, but she had put on men’s robe in order to not attract attention, her face was even painted with dirt.

While the crowd looked on in curiosity, Chen Rong urged her horse to Wang Hong and said to him in all seriousness: “Qilang, we’ll be in Nan’yang soon, I have something to ask of you.”

Wang Hong narrowed his eyes. He studied her, slowly smiled, and then very gently remarked, “Darling, have you dressed like this to tell the world that Ah Rong of the Chen house has never been to Mo’yang? And never mind the fact that you’ve followed my family’s retainers to accompany me?”

His smile had seemed cold, and it made Chen Rong shudder.

She was asking for something she thought was quite reasonable, but Chen Rong was suddenly made to feel guilty. She bowed her head, biting her lips to murmur: “I, I’m still unwed.”

And then she seemed to gain strength, looking up at Wang Hong and softly pleading to him: “We are separated by far more than what’s measured in miles. I will not be a concubine, sir.”

With these words, she snapped her whip, turned and ran back to her carriage.

Wang Hong looked after her and lazily said at length, “Did everyone hear what Ah Rong of the Chen house said?”


“Then do as she says.”


The middle-aged scholar gazed at Chen Rong’s pleased expression. He couldn’t help shaking his head as he said to Wang Hong: “But who is she trying to fool?”

Wang Hong merely smiled.

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Hi again. Sorry it’s been a while. Several things happened but most of it was me spending a full week in bed, on painkillers, post surgery. I’m okay, it’s not life-threatening, so no need for commiserations 😷 I did get to limp my way to see Yuzuru skate at Worlds 😍 though I participated in very little fangirl stalking 😅

With that said, since I’m not in the best of conditions, I will begin to skip some chapters in the interest of keeping things moving. Just a heads up.

68 thoughts on “Mei Gongqing 80-81

    • Well… Sun Yan is more down-to-earth than I thought, he didn’t dare to give her foolish hopes by saying ‘yes’, he’s not naive as I thought he’d be. I like his straight forwardness rather than Wang Hong’s mysteriousness, it’s more reassuring…
      But unfortunately this marks the end of Sun Yan ship… I think…
      Anyway thank you for the translation and I hope everything goes well for you!

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      • That ship sailed…I cried at the dock then ran to the airport to hope she may fly with some unk male lea to met by us readers.
        Sun pretty bluntly said when he dropped by right after the “gifts & jade” that it didn’t matter in the end if 2 days with Prince Or Wang Hong it was enough hit on her rep that had closed off a way to bring her in, that his family wouldn’t approve. With that, she sighed and just made sure to save his life so she can safely stay in Nangong until that Prince dies (not soon enough but it supposed to be in next year or so?). That is why she words it so odd “if he had the power to choose for himself. His honest but him-hawing reply opens the distance from her heart more than the distance to nearest sea.


  1. thanks a lot!
    post-surgery?! as long as you’re ok,l that’s grest! take care and all the best!

    aw—chen rong really cares for old shang! no surprise though, both he and nurse ping are incredibly important to her. hah, and i loved that she said she was happy that both wang hong and sun yan are there!
    ah–sun yan cares for her so much, and he’s so vocal about it—! my ship—-! well, yes, wang hong cares for her too, but his care is masqueraded, in my opinion. sun yan, just confess to chen rong—! uwah—! my ship(s)!

    ah, i see, so murong ke was bent on killing the han heroes, and in the previous timeline, he did kill wang hong, thus achieveing his goal. this time, though, he did not succeed! yay chen rong!

    so, like, does anyone else feel the tension between wang hong and sun yan? rofl!
    -sobs- chen rong’s words—-! that entire paragraph!quote it, quote it!!
    [ giving him this formal reply, she looked up, blinked her large eyes, and playfully asked, “Sun Yan, if one day you can be in control of your marriage, and you don’t have someone you love, will you marry me?” Her smile was one of innocence, but her eyes were those of earnestness.]
    my ship—-! -sobs-

    hm, wang hong’s smile being cold. oh— he’s unhappy! hahaha, he does like chen rong, doesn’t he?


    • Thank you for making an effort to translation even though you’re not doing very well where your health are concerned. Please superly please do take care of yourself. Your health are more important. May God keep you in His love, care n healing power in this I pray in the name of Christ.

      In so many words n actions WQL had expressed his liking to CR ie, smashing of the wine cup that was belong to CR before SY can drink it.

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  2. Thanks for the update.
    Would you please explain what the retainer means when he said that who is ar trying to fool?
    Thanks again


  3. Thanks for the update. Do whatever works best for you. But would you be able to sum up the chapters you skip? Also how many chapters are left? Hope you feel better!

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  4. Thank you for the chapter!

    While you say you’re ok, I still want to wish you the best and a fast recovery! While I love your translations (this is one of my favorite novels), take all the time you need to take care of yourself!!

    Thank you again for the enjoyable read and feel better!


  5. Thanks for the chapter Hamster and I wish you a full recovery.
    Aaawwww, Chen Rong is seriously falling head over heels for Qilang in spite of what her head is saying. I’m extra happy that even when Ran Min was mentioned it didn’t affect her and she choose to stay with Qilang.
    I like jealous Sun Yan and jealous Qilang, I wish he didnt leave so we could have more scenes of them trying to compete with each other.

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  6. this tug of war of liking her and yet not showing enough interest is frustrating me. Nevertheless, it keeps me wanting more. Well done author San! I’ll state it again, general sun is drowning in a vinegar pot (someone lend the man a hand), and qilang why you gotta be such a tease? Happy that ah rong is making it known she’s not a pushover.
    Hamster, I wish you a fast recovery.

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  7. Thanks for the chapter ❤

    Wish you a speedy recovery. I've also been on an operating table before, it certainly wasn't a pleasure.

    Hope you will reconsider skipping chapters. I would not mind longer waiting time between updates ( or take a break ) to counter that.


    • Me too, even if some chapters seem useless or drag things on, it’s part of the narrative so not being able to read them would be a pity for the overall enjoyment of the story…

      Still, I wish you a quick recovery as well.


      • Me three!
        Please reconsider skipping the chapters, I don’t mind waiting longer.
        Thank you for the new chapters anyway, and wish you a speedy recovery!


  8. Thanks for the update and get better soon! Love the jealousy between SY and WH. Too bad it was so short lived with SY off to fight another battle. But AR have two protector now. Yay.


  9. I wish you a speedy recovery I know how surgery is it sucks and takes awhile to get better. Wish you all the best. If you do skip the chapter can you do a very short summary of it. it would be helpful also thank you thank you thank you for the chapters that you have done thank you thank you thank you, you are awesome.


  10. I’m happy you updated and are doing well post-surgery.
    It seems like there seems to be more problems in the horizon. Well await the next chapters whenever you feel up to it.
    Although I know who she ends up with, my heat wavers every now and then for the other >.<


  11. Best wishes for your recovery and please, do whatever you thinks best for re-telling this story. With all this talk of who survived this time or not, I’m wondering if this story will take a kind of “butterfly effect” – that is, since one thing changed for the good, another thing must change for the bad.


  12. Thank you very much and get well sooon!!

    I’m rather baffled about Wang Hong’s use of “darling”. Is it similar to “beloved”, an endearment for a lover/wife or as a family member? Because in my culture, darling is usually an endearment as commonly used to a daughter/family as for a lover or wife


  13. Hamster, wishing you a speedy and quick recovery. SY and WQL both jealous of each other. Only don’t understand the last part.


    • Yeah but I feel like he lost that chance right after she asked him that question about marrying her “if he could”. I feel like he gave her the wrong answer… IMHO, her question wasn’t about her asking him to marry her but more about asking him if he cared enough for her to be willing to marry her if it was up to him (and not his clan). He should have told her yes.


      • Nah, I think he did he did gave the right answer. It’s wartime, like what he just said he doesn’t want to give promises he can’t keep. Because for people like him, he wouldn’t know when he could return from war alive or not.(of course, I want him alive)
        He’s realistic and I think Ah Rong appreciates that she wouldn’t hold to a false hope.


        • That’s the problem. She didn’t ask him to promise her marriage.
          She asked if under different circumstances he would marry her.

          She didn’t even expect him to try to marry her and defy his clan.

          Wartime or not, he knows her situation, her feelings of insecurity and her worries. He knows she’s struggling alone and can’t rely on anyone (even himself). She was a girl desperate enough to risk her life to go and join them in a deathtrap. That was her reality.

          So, with that question, Ah Rong you can’t be thinking she asked that question hoping he would promise her marriage.

          His marriage depends on his clan, BUT if it was depending on him and not his clan, would he?
          “Sun Yan, if one day you can be in control of your marriage”
          She basically asked him if he cared enough about her to consider her as a main wife.
          She didn’t ask him to try to talk it out with his family.

          This wasn’t about wartime or being realistic about promises.
          For me, she didn’t ask him a marriage promise in the far future. That condition under which that promise could be fulfilled (= “you can be in control of your marriage”) is UNLIKELY to happen.
          So, if she wasn’t asking him a marriage promise in the future, what was she asking for?
          She asked him if he wanted her. And he clearly failed to provide the right answer.


          • “If one day..” Still means the future. Answering her still means giving false hope for her. If he did answer her(and lets face it, its a yes), she will start to hold for it. In the future she will hold onto it, longing for the day the moment he will arrive one day and will act on his promise when the moment she’s waiting for will(hopefully not) never arrive.

            If you read the latest chapter, she looked for him. It seems like even though he disn’t answer her, she’s holding onto something. If when he didn’t answer her she still hoped that he’ll agreed, what’s more if he answered her?

            That’s more painful.

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            • Answering her means giving hope if he actually would be free to chose his wife. Which isn’t the case so she won’t have any hope even if he said yes.


  14. I think at this point Chen Rong is glad both are alive(still) and is still trying accept that they have passed a major hurdle. She remains true to her life goal of not becoming someone’s concubine, even if that person is Qilang. Oh how Sun Yan’s ship is sinking with his response to her question. Not that I was on that ship 😛
    I hope your recovery is speedy. Although I may not be an avid figure skating fan, Yuzuru’s skills are worthy of praise … and fangirling.
    Thanks for the chapter as always ~


  15. Godspeed hamster!

    Even tho it’s the wrong ship,I’m glad I ship SY and CR, he’s not one to give her empty promises, although I wish he had said yes. Deep down CR knows, her chance of happiness is the best if she’s with SY


  16. Even though she loves Wang Hong I think her request is reasonable .
    Since quilang himself is not making an effort to make his intentions clear.
    Thanks for the he update. I was dying for the chapter.


  17. Thanks so much for this chapter! It is really a pleasure to be able to read you each time! I hope you will get better soon and have a smooth recovery! I am definitely a WH shipper, the way he acts shows that he really cares about CR… I just feel that CR might place him on a pedestal while he might just be waiting for a sign from her, hence his questions…


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