The speaker was Desi Tini, likely conversing with Old Chen Tou.
Old Chen Tou looked at the sleeping Meng Jingwei, brought his hands from behind his back forward, and scratched his head. With his usual solemn expression, he said, "They've already gone far. Wake her up when it gets dark. Let her sleep one more time before we arrive at the Hidden Clan."
"They've already gone far, and she doesn't know the direction. Why should the Young Mistress 'sleep' again before reaching the Hidden Clan?"
Desi Tini was somewhat confused, finding Old Chen Tou's action unnecessary.
"She's too smart. If she knew the entrance to the Hidden Clan, it's hard to guarantee she wouldn't try to leave later." After speaking, Old Chen Tou sighed again.
Today, perhaps his heart was weighed down to the extreme, as he constantly sighed.
Or perhaps, knowing that bringing Meng Jingwei into the Hidden Clan marked the beginning of their relationship's estrangement, he couldn't help but feel sad.
More than that, it was the responsibility for the nation's duty, the helplessness of protecting the greater good at the expense of the personal.
Desi Tini noticed Old Chen Tou's low mood and couldn't help but comfort him, "Master, I think... the Young Mistress will understand you. When she willingly stays in the Hidden Clan, we can arrange for someone to bring her child to the Hidden Clan, so mother and son can reunite. Fortunately, Qing Muyye is dead. Otherwise, with the Young Mistress having lingering attachments, she would be even more unwilling to stay in the Hidden Clan."
Upon mentioning this, Desi Tini paused, looked at the peacefully sleeping Meng Jingwei on the bed, and added, "Speaking of which, we should also thank Anthony. If it weren't for him, how would we have had the chance to eliminate Qing Muyye?"
"Enough, don't mention this matter again. If Jingwei finds out, she might kill you, or even me!"
Old Chen Tou glared at Desi Tini, snorted coldly, and turned to leave the room.
Desi Tini knew she had spoken out of turn and displeased her teacher, so she quickly followed, "Master, I apologize. I was being too talkative."
The room door then closed.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei's eyes suddenly opened. She looked towards the window of the room, her pupils filled with shock, grief, and fear...
Countless emotions surged into her heart, and a tearing pain in her chest swept through her entire body, making her internal organs ache as if cramping.
What happened after Qing Muyye fell into the sea?
Why didn't they tell her?
Meng Jingwei knew Qing Muyye didn't tell her the truth because he was afraid she would fall into despair and be utterly devastated.
She felt Qing Muyye's concern was unnecessary.
But at this very moment, her heart was indeed breaking, and the memories of her time with Old Chen Tou, his affection, his indulgence, his guidance... flashed through her mind like a movie. That pain gave her a suffocating feeling.
Unknowingly, Meng Jingwei had sat up from the bed. She sat there blankly, gazing at the small window, lost in thought, immersed in her pain.
She felt that even the air in the room was filled with bitterness, lingering around her, refusing to dissipate.
At this moment, countless feelings of indebtedness flooded her.
Meng Jingwei couldn't imagine what she would do if Qing Muyye were truly dead and she learned the truth.
If he were truly dead, Qing Muyye would have died because of her.
Would she kill Old Chen Tou to avenge Qing Muyye?
No, she probably couldn't.
Fortunately, Qing Muyye was alive, and she didn't have to bear that excruciating choice.
But in turn, Qing Muyye had sacrificed so much for her. How could she repay him in the rest of her life?
Meng Jingwei's eyes felt sore, yet she let out a bitter laugh, feeling that her life, having lived for so many years, was like a joke.
From the moment she was born and took her first breath, her life had followed a pre-designed trajectory, never deviating from its course.