BSI Chapter 441 The Moon Goddess is still massaging Qin Mu's feet in the carriage.
Chapter 441 The Moon Goddess is still massaging Qin Mu's feet in the carriage.
And on the other side,
The carriage moved slowly along the official road, its wheels rolling over the yellow earth and raising fine dust.
Morning light streamed in through the cracks in the car windows, casting long, thin, bright rays of light into the carriage.
Qin Mu leaned back on the brocade cushion at the far end of the carriage, his posture languid.
A moon-white robe was loosely draped over her body, the collar slightly open, revealing a small section of her collarbone.
His gaze fell on Yun Suxin's face opposite him, a half-smile playing on his lips.
Zhao Qingxue sat beside him, the Frost Moon Sword resting against her leg. She was looking down, wiping the dust off the scabbard with a plain white handkerchief, her movements slow and casual.
Jiang Zhaoyue sat at his feet, gently patting his calves with both hands, the force just right, like a docile cat.
Yunluan sat on the carriage shaft, holding the reins in her hand, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her back straight.
Yun Suxin curled up in the farthest corner of the carriage, leaning against the wall, hugging her knees with both hands, shrinking herself into a small ball.
She lowered her head, her long hair slipping down her shoulders and obscuring most of her face.
Her gaze was fixed on her toes; she dared not look at him, nor at anyone else.
"come over."
Qin Mu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.
Yun Suxin's body stiffened abruptly.
Her fingers clenched tightly inside her sleeve, her nails digging into her palms.
She didn't move, nor did she dare to move.
"I want you to come here."
Qin Mu's voice was still very soft, but there was a hint of impatience in it.
Yun Suxin bit her lip, slowly loosened her hands from hugging her knees, and, bracing herself on the carriage floor, moved towards Qin Mu.
Every step felt like kneeling on a knife's edge, her knees scraping against the rough wooden planks, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
She knelt down and moved to his feet, stopped, lowered her head, and dared not look at him.
Qin Mu reached out and gently lifted her chin with his long, slender fingers, forcing her to raise her head and meet his gaze.
Yun Suxin's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were red and swollen, her lips were chapped, and she looked utterly disheveled.
Qin Mu's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"Did you cry?"
There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Yun Suxin bit her lip and remained silent.
Her eyes reddened again, tears welling up, but she held them back tightly.
She couldn't cry in front of Qin Mu, and she couldn't show weakness in front of him.
"Crying won't help."
Qin Mu released her chin, leaned back on the brocade cushion, and crossed his legs.
"I despise women who cry all the time. Smile."
Yun Suxin's lips trembled violently.
laugh?
How can she laugh?
She is the moon goddess, a high and mighty goddess who controls hundreds of thousands of believers.
Now he's like a lowly servant, being ordered around by a spoiled brat and having to smile obsequiously.
A huge, irrepressible surge of humiliation and anger welled up in her heart, like a volcanic eruption, burning her so intensely that she trembled.
But she dared not not smile.
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the surging murderous intent in her heart little by little, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.
That smile was stiff and bitter, like a flower struck by frost, its petals withered and curled, drooping precariously from the branch.
Qin Mu frowned and shook his head.
"It's so ugly. It looks like you're laughing but crying."
He lifted his foot and stretched his bare foot, without shoes or socks, in front of her.
"Give me a foot massage. If it feels good, I'll let you off the hook."
Yun Suxin's pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had been pricked by a needle.
Her gaze fell on that fair, well-defined foot, and the fire in her heart ignited again, making her feel hot all over.
She, the Moon Goddess, a peerless powerhouse at the half-step terrestrial immortal realm, actually had to give someone a foot massage.
Why?!
Yun Suxin did not move.
Zhao Qingxue stopped wiping her sword, looked up, and glanced at her. Her gaze was calm as water, yet it carried an invisible pressure.
Jiang Zhaoyue paused in her leg-pounding motion, then looked up at her. Her gaze held no sympathy, only a helpless "Why bother?"
Qin Mu did not urge him, but simply leaned against the brocade cushion, closed his eyes, and gently tapped his knees twice with his fingers.
The carriage was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the wheels rolling over the yellow earth and the whistling of the wind blowing across the fields outside the window.
Yun Suxin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Forget it.
Those who know the current affairs are handsome.
It's more important to stay alive.
As long as you're alive, there's still hope.
Just like when the Taiyin Holy Sect was wiped out, she survived, and thus had hope.
Now, all she has lost is her cultivation and the Moon Goddess Sect. As long as she is still alive, there is still hope.
Yun Suxin believed that she could start over.
She's already walked this path once, so what's wrong with walking it again?
Yun Suxin kept using these reasons and excuses to encourage herself.
then,
She opened her eyes, reached out, and with trembling hands, lifted Qin Mu's feet, placed them on her knees, and began to massage them.
Her fingers were icy cold and trembling slightly; each press felt like dancing on a knife's edge.
His movements were stiff and awkward, like a piece of rusty iron, making a creaking sound with every movement.
Her heart was bleeding, as if a dull knife was cutting into it again and again.
She is the moon goddess.
She once stood on a high platform, looking down on hundreds of thousands of believers and receiving their worship.
With a wave of her hand, she could decide the life or death of a city.
She once thought that no one in this world could make her bow down.
But now, she kneels at the feet of a spoiled brat, like a dog, massaging his feet and entertaining him.
Yun Suxin's eyes reddened again, and tears silently welled up and dripped onto Qin Mu's feet.
She quickly lowered her head and wiped it away with her sleeve, not daring to let him see.
Qin Mu moved his foot and pulled it back from her hand.
"Alright, that's enough for today."
Qin Mu sat up straight, reached for a grape on the table beside him, peeled it to reveal the emerald green flesh, and brought it to Yun Suxin's lips.
Open your mouth.
As Yun Suxin looked at the grape and at those slender, well-defined hands, the humiliation and anger in her heart surged up again.
She opened her mouth and took the grape in.
The fruit was sweet, melting on her tongue, but she couldn't taste any flavor, only bitterness.
Yun Suxin found it somewhat amusing.
She doesn't know when it started, but she can no longer taste the sweetness in fruit.
This is absolutely tragic.
Qin Mu leaned back on the brocade cushion, closed his eyes, and the smile on his lips remained.
Zhao Qingxue continued wiping her sword, Jiang Zhaoyue continued massaging her legs, and the carriage continued moving forward.
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the car window, illuminating Yun Suxin's pale, tear-streaked face.
She huddled in the corner, head down, looking at her empty hands, devoid of any true energy, her heart filled with despair.
Yun Suxin didn't know how far this road was, or what awaited her.
All she knew was that the capital city, a place she had never been to, would become her new prison.
The carriage traveled north along the official road, passing through fields, villages, and towns.
The southwestern borderlands receded further and further behind, and the past glories and dreams of the Moon Goddess Cult and its followers were left behind by the rolling dust.
Only the belief that living is hope remained, sustaining her as she continued onward.
The grapes in her mouth had been chewed into juice, but the taste was still bitter, just like her life, bitter and helpless.
Yun Suxin closed her eyes and swallowed the grapes in her mouth hard, as if swallowing her own tragic fate...