Chapter 413: I’m afraid to lose you

Prince Jing walked downstairs and beckoned a waiter from the tavern, saying, “Put the bill for that table upstairs on my account.”

“Yes, yes…” The waiter’s legs trembled.

This was the first time such a distinguished person had visited their tavern, so it was naturally a bit nerve-wracking.

The Princess Consort’s handkerchief tightened a few notches in her hand.

Coming here in vain without seeing the person she hoped to meet, and then being scolded by Prince Jing, no one was more frustrated than the Princess Consort.

Upstairs, Ye Jiu stood by the window, watching a luxuriously beautiful woman climb into a carriage, with Prince Jing following closely behind her.

Until the carriage curtains were drawn, completely hiding the people inside.

She was her biological mother!

Ye Jiu’s smile was ironic.

In the private room, Sikong Mo’s expression grew increasingly grave, and the teacup, holding only a few leaves, turned to ashes in his palm.

When he opened his hand, what fell was a powder white ash.

And throughout all this, Ye Jiu was so immersed in her own thoughts that she noticed nothing.

Not until the carriage on the street grew farther and farther away, did Ye Jiu feel her body suddenly lose weight, forcing her to grasp at anything she could for support.

Fortunately, in the next second, she was back next to the table, only to be imprisoned in Sikong Mo’s embrace.

“Master Sikong…” Ye Jiu cried out in fright.

And her cheek was pressed against Sikong Mo’s chest, unable to see the expression on his face.

“Jiujiu, do you… like Prince Jing?” Sikong Mo’s expression was somber, something Ye Jiu couldn’t see.

Ye Jiu: “…”

What on earth is going on!

She didn’t know whether she liked Prince Jing, but she knew she certainly didn’t dislike her biological father.

However, just not disliking couldn’t possibly count as liking, right?

As Ye Jiu pondered, Sikong Mo’s face grew darker, and the air filled with a deep sense of oppression, bringing Ye Jiu back to the first time she had met Sikong Mo.

Fear rose in her heart, and Ye Jiu said in alarm, “Master Sikong, you’re holding me too tightly, I can’t breathe.”

But this time, Sikong Mo did not back down, “Answer me.”

He wanted to hear the truth, even if the truth might be hurtful.

However, he still disliked falsehood.

“I… I… I only think that Prince Jing somewhat resembles my father!” Ye Jiu’s voice was almost tearful.

Why should everyone bully her one after another?

She had thought Sikong Mo would protect her, but now even he was bullying her.

Tears were the most useless thing in the world, even if sometimes she couldn’t help but let them flow.

Stubbornly wiping her tears with her sleeve, Ye Jiu said nothing.

After a long while, Sikong Mo finally let her go, but his eyes somewhat avoided hers, “I’m sorry…”

“Sikong Mo is the venerable War King, and even if he took my life, no one would dare say anything, and there’s no need to apologize to a humble farm girl like me.” Ye Jiu’s voice was still strongly nasal, sounding somewhat defiantly delicate.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Sikong Mo repeated the phrase, and just when Ye Jiu thought he wouldn’t say anything else, his tone suddenly shifted, carrying a hint of pitifulness, “I’m just… very afraid…”

Ye Jiu stiffened, “Afraid of what?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

“Afraid of losing you…” His murmur was soft, almost indistinct, yet it clearly reached Ye Jiu’s ears.

In all her past lives, what she had always faced was silent disapproval and repeated abandonment, but now for the first time someone told her they were afraid of losing her…

Ye Jiu’s heart softened unexpectedly, and she uttered a phrase she would deeply regret later.

Laying a comforting hand on Sikong Mo’s shoulder, she said, “It won’t happen!”