UCTOOT CH51

The steward’s face was murderous. “You want my master to come and talk? I see you don’t value your life! Drunk on wine! Men!”

Xie Wuchi’s two sharp rebukes not only stunned the steward but also Shi Shu.

So many of them were strangers. Even Mike Tyson wouldn’t be able to beat them.

The strong servant rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. “You dog-raised piece of—”

“Don’t!” Shi Shu’s heart jumped. He strode towards Xie Wuchi.

Unexpectedly, just as this group of people were about to make a move, they stopped first.

“Swish.” A document with the great seal of the court was revealed in the dim light. The handwriting was noble and distinguished, radiating a myriad of lights of power. Xie Wuchi stood leisurely among this group of people, his face as grim as water. Shi Shu’s throat bobbed. He seemed to have caught a glimpse of a demon among evil spirits.

Xie Wuchi: “The imperial envoy’s document is here. Why haven’t you kneeled yet!”

In the courtyard, the group of people who were originally furious instantly changed their expressions, showing a wonderful array of shock and astonishment.

One after another, a whole pile of them knelt on the ground.

“My lord…”

“…This commoner kowtows to my lord…”

Steward Chen’s face was very complicated. Normally, he would never believe this person was an imperial envoy, but the news had just arrived this morning—the imperial envoy had already entered the territory of Qian’an Prefecture! It was said he had gone missing, and they were looking for him everywhere!

Steward Chen quickly knelt down. “This commoner pays his respects to my lord!”

Shi Shu rolled up his sleeves, originally intending to step forward and help, but seeing that Xie Wuchi was already the center of attention, treading on the heads of this group of people, the image from the pool flashed in his mind. Shi Shu turned his head and stood in the crowd.

Torches burned brightly in the courtyard. Two groups of men faced each other.

The Yamen runners of Qian’an Prefecture had been searching all day for the “life-and-death matter” imperial envoy. At this moment, dressed in plain clothes, he was sitting on the steps of a farmhouse courtyard, talking with the villagers.

The crowd chanted their respects.

“My lord, your subordinate is late!”

“My lord, please forgive me!”

On the surface, they were terrified, but who among them wasn’t full of resentment in their hearts? This imperial envoy had made it so they couldn’t get off work on time to go home and play with their beautiful concubines, to enjoy the wind and moon. They had to rush around on the road in the hot weather, sweating profusely, their official hats askew.

Commander Wang Rui secretly looked at Shi Shu and him, suddenly recalling that he had seen them in the afternoon. A cold sweat broke out. “This subordinate failed to recognize my lord. I am guilty!”

Seeing a group of people kneeling in welcome, Shi Shu was afraid of shortening his life and stood far away. Xie Wuchi calmly accepted the crowd’s prostration. It was only after everyone had urged him three or four times that he slowly stood up.

“Well now, your Qian’an Prefecture.”

With one sentence, Qian’an’s Prefect Tang Maoshi broke out in a cold sweat.

“Censor Xie, this… this humble prefect is late.”

According to rank, Xie Wuchi was a sixth-rank official handling third-rank matters, while the prefect was a subordinate third-rank. This Tang Maoshi’s official position was no lower than his, but since Xie Wuchi was the court’s imperial envoy, it was a different matter.

Xie Wuchi smiled and said, “The first trial was encountering bandits on the road. After finally managing to break into your esteemed land of Qian’an, I then encountered an evil servant who let his dog bite someone to death. What is the next trial? Your Qian’an is truly full of powerful tyrants and martial virtue. If I weren’t an imperial envoy but a poor commoner, would I have been beaten to death by you long ago, ah?”

Shi Shu blinked, hearing the undertone of reprimand and sarcasm.

Tang Maoshi was terrified. He quickly said, “The ruffians of Dabai Gang were already captured by Wang Rui and are now imprisoned in the yamen. As for this evil servant—” His face changed. “Chen Er! You are so bold! Your master, Benefactor Chen, is a famous local worthy in Qian’an Prefecture. He usually repairs bridges and roads, observes a vegetarian diet and chants Buddhist sutras, is highly righteous and benevolent, and has done countless good deeds! How could he have hired something like you to cause trouble for him! Scram now!”

Steward Chen quickly nodded. “Kowtowing to the imperial lord, this slave will leave now.”

Shi Shu half-closed his eyes. It was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant at first and then so submissive, so able to bend and stretch. But his ugly state was exposed, and the local people couldn’t help but chuckle secretly.

Shi Shu also couldn’t help but laugh, laughing in the crowd.

Xie Wuchi raised his eyelids but caught another sentence. “So it’s a house servant of Benefactor Chen’s. Which Benefactor Chen?”

Tang Maoshi said, “Benefactor Chen is the second-class Jinshi who served as the Pacification Commissioner of Hedong Road during the reign of Emperor Aizong, Chen Qing, Old Master Chen. He has been living in the countryside since he retired from old age.”

Shi Shu’s heart brightened. He knew this name. It was recorded in Xie Wuchi’s book of favors. But the Xie Wuchi before him looked at ease, as if he had never heard of it, and said indifferently, “Oh? Is that so?”

Tang Maoshi really thought he didn’t know and lowered his voice. “Old Master Chen’s disciples, old friends, and former subordinates are still all over the court. Censor Xie has just entered the court, haven’t you heard?”

As expected, Xie Wuchi’s background was also already known to this group of officials. Tang Maoshi’s meaning was none other than: you, a person with no connections and no backing, shouldn’t touch people you shouldn’t touch.

Xie Wuchi’s voice was neither light nor heavy. “This official works for His Majesty. I have only heard of the rivers and mountains of the Great Jing, not of Chen Qing’s disciples and former officials. Is it this official’s fault?”

“This, this…”

This sentence could be said to be quite ruthless. It laid bare his background, and also laid bare his purpose and attitude.

Tang Maoshi stammered, only saying, “My lord must be tired from the journey and was frightened at Dabai Gang today. Let us quickly welcome you back to the prefectural office for a good reception and rest!”

Xie Wuchi said, “Alright.”

The group of people left the small courtyard in the village. Before leaving, Shi Shu thought of something and asked that Steward Chen, “Hey! Do you still want this land or not?”

Steward Chen looked at Tang Maoshi, then at Xie Wuchi, and shook his head. “No, no!”

Shi Shu: “Good. Sister, if he comes to cause trouble again in the future, just go to the government office and file a complaint. They will seek justice for you.”

“A just and upright great lord!”

Tang Maoshi’s face turned black and white. He waved his hand. “Back to the prefectural office!”

Shi Shu took advantage of the chaos to say this. He subconsciously looked back for Xie Wuchi to confirm how it was handled. But he met Xie Wuchi’s grim face. In an instant, he remembered the scene in the stone pool. This was the first time Shi Shu had been unhappy with someone. He had a particularly good temper. It was the first time he had been angry.

Pretend, continue to pretend.

Under the setting sun, the group of people left the small courtyard and walked on the stone-paved road. After the chaos, everyone’s hearts calmed down.

It was about a li’s walk from the courtyard to the official road, where the procession and carriages were parked. They passed through the fruitful rice fields, smelling the scent of ripe grain along the way, filled with the heartiness of a good harvest.

Xie Wuchi’s gaze swept over the waves of rice, and he suddenly stopped. “Whose vast fields are these? Why have the other families already harvested and dried their rice before the storm, but this place is untouched?”

Hearing this, Shi Shu stood on the grass ridge and craned his neck to look forward. It was indeed so.

The scattered plots in these fields had already been harvested by each household, with people standing around sparsely. But in the vast, continuous fields that stretched as far as the eye could see, the rice swayed in the wind, not a single grain harvested.

Shi Shu touched his chin, thinking, “Why aren’t these vast rice fields being harvested?”

Tang Maoshi’s eyes flickered. He said slowly, “This is exactly what this prefect wrote about in the letter to Censor Xie two days ago. This village is called Chen Family Village. These fields all belong to Benefactor Chen’s family. His Majesty ordered the implementation of the new policy to equalize the land tax, but the Chen Family Village and other gentry and official families have previously enjoyed official protection and have never paid taxes. They are currently in the process of calculating the land, so they dare not harvest the rice, for fear of the accounts not matching.”

Shi Shu: “So that’s how it is. But if they don’t hurry up and harvest, I’m afraid it will be too late.”

Xie Wuchi lowered his eyes, concealing the calculating light in them. He didn’t speak, lost in thought.

The group of people, each with their own ulterior motives, in the extremely sultry weather.

Xie Wuchi thought of something and said word by word, “Due to the geography of Qian’an Prefecture, every rice harvest season, there is ‘autumn continuous rain’ or ‘sky-dodging rain,’ which comes and goes suddenly, its duration uncertain. It could be a few hours, or it could last for several days. If the rice is not dried and stored in the granary, it will sprout and rot, and the common people will have no food for the entire following year.”

In ancient times, the land was not a gift to the common people, but a charity.

Xie Wuchi raised his head and looked at the rolling thunder in the clouds.

“But you don’t harvest this land…”

In the extremely hot and dry weather, a few drops of rain suddenly fell!

“It’s raining?!” Shi Shu touched his wet face.

Not far away, Li Fu and the others found them and opened their umbrellas. “My lord, Second Master, it’s raining. Quick, take an umbrella!”

“My lord, let’s go back to the prefectural office for a reception first. We can discuss government affairs tomorrow. It’s not too late, is it?” Tang Maoshi said.

Xie Wuchi stood still.

Xie Wuchi stared intently at the rice in these vast fields, his eyes cold. His face was illuminated by a pale flash of lightning. In the sudden downpour, he asked Tang Maoshi, “How many households are in this Chen Family Village?”

Tang Maoshi: “Five thousand tenant households, with a population of tens of thousands.”

“The food for tens of thousands of people, and you’re still not anxious?”

“Of course we’re anxious, but everything must be based on national policy. The land accounts have not been cleared. How dare these villagers harvest without authorization?”

Xie Wuchi’s dark eyes turned. Raindrops fell on his nose and chin, making his brows and eyes appear even wetter and colder. “Oh, then this official would like to ask. This land register, how long will it take to be cleared?”

“This… this prefect does not know either. Measuring land has always been a major affair. These large households have tens of thousands of mu of land, and thousands of land deeds. This indeed takes time, and we can’t rush it.”

“Good, good, good.”

Xie Wuchi, on the contrary, smiled, as if thinking of something else. He said no more and, with a flick of his sleeve, strode towards the official road.

Tang Maoshi followed slowly behind. Shi Shu held his own umbrella. He looked up and saw Zhou Xiang following Xie Wuchi all the way, holding up an umbrella for him. He carelessly fell into a ditch and rolled in the mud. Xie Wuchi didn’t even bother to stop and look at him, his eyes looking down on everyone.

This group of people couldn’t figure out Xie Wuchi’s thoughts and were dejected.

The rain grew heavier. The group could no longer continue any activities and all ran towards the sedans, carriages, horses, and procession on the official road. The horses snorted and sneezed in the rain. In the whistling wind, leaves, branches, and vines danced and trembled wildly. Shi Shu’s umbrella was useless. The slanting wind and rain drenched him completely, instantly turning the sultry heat into a damp cold.

“Quick, take shelter from the rain! Quick, take shelter!”

“My god! This rain is so heavy!!!!”

Shi Shu looked up at the faint lightning in the dark clouds. His fair, handsome face was illuminated. “The sky has changed too. It’s like the end of the world! Xie Wuchi, look quick—”

Layers of black dragon-scale-like clouds rolled into a vortex. In the middle, purple lightning was fierce. From time to time, branching lightning flashed. The stimulating sound and color filled his ears, and the earth shook. This was the wind, rain, sun, and moon, the heavens that controlled the livelihood of tens of millions of people in ancient times.

Modern people had long conquered nature, but when ancient people had nothing to conquer, they were often terrified by the power of nature. That was why natural disasters were often seen as a sign of whether the emperor had lost his virtue. Shi Shu couldn’t fully understand it when he hadn’t seen it. Now, under this dark dome, he felt the unprecedented shock of nature.

“So scary… such an astonishing rain…”

Shi Shu looked up, his face covered in wet mist. He suddenly remembered he was still fighting with Xie Wuchi, and his words got stuck.

“…………”

The lingering heat remained inside the carriage curtain. Shi Shu was quiet.

Strange, strange, so strange. Shi Shu had a very good temper. He had never fought with anyone when making friends. Every day, he was a happy little puppy just playing. He also really disliked the emotion of anger and felt most things were unnecessary. How could he have a cold war with Xie Wuchi as friends?

Shi Shu sat down and realized Xie Wuchi was pressing his brow with one hand, his expression thoughtful, a weary, cold blue-green under his eyes.

“Is this rain beautiful?”

Shi Shu: “Very… shocking.”

Xie Wuchi’s eyes were downcast, getting drenched in the cold rain with him. “In the past, people thought that the fall of a dynasty was only related to economic laws or dynastic cycles. Later, people also introduced the concept of geography. Ice ages, droughts, floods. For example, the power of a storm can destroy the food of hundreds of thousands of people and take their lives… That’s why the ancients believed in ‘respecting heaven and following ancestors,’ respecting nature.”

Shi Shu: “Then how long will the rain last?”

“A thunderstorm only lasts half an hour. It won’t harm the rice in the fields.”

Xie Wuchi lowered the curtain, his expression gloomy as he returned to the carriage. “But the continuous downpour in a few days, that’s unavoidable. It will be a life-and-death battle that takes people’s flesh and bone.”

The following autumn continuous rain, the rush to harvest and dry the rice in Qian’an Prefecture. If it couldn’t be dried in time, the grain would rot, and that would concern the lives and stability of hundreds of thousands of people!

Shi Shu vaguely realized something but couldn’t fully connect the dots yet. A sense of crisis, like the stuffiness of summer, hung over his head. The rain in Qian’an had fallen, but another rain had yet to start thundering.

Shi Shu lowered the curtain and returned to the carriage.

The carriage swayed forward. Shi Shu straightened his sleeves and remembered, “Xie Wuchi, did we not eat dinner at her house? We helped harvest rice all afternoon and forgot to eat.”

Xie Wuchi: “Mm, we didn’t eat. I’m hungry.”

Shi Shu: “I’m hungry too.”

Shi Shu said it casually, not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

By his ear, Xie Wuchi’s voice was like it was wetly licking his ear canal. “Want to kiss me?”

“…………”

“As food.”

Shi Shu’s fair face turned, his brown eyes filled with surprise.

“Bro, how do you manage to only have two things in your head: extreme career and extreme lewdness?”

Shi Shu remembered some strange movies. The erotic scenes in horror movies, the erotic scenes in gangster movies, always inserted a hot scene when the plot was very exciting. Shi Shu had never understood the reason because he was a firm plot-lover and always felt uncomfortable seeing that kind of scene.

Xie Wuchi: “The answer is simple. I like it.”

“…………”

Shi Shu: “Your illness has worsened.”

“I want to kiss you in any scene.”

“…”

Shi Shu closed his eyes. “Brother, you’re making things very difficult for me.”

How should I put it? I really consider you a good friend, but I really can’t handle you going crazy like this from time to time!

Shi Shu held his head, his handsome face in agony. “Do you just have to be like this sometimes?”

The lightning outside the window flashed. The white light that entered through the crack shone on Xie Wuchi’s high-bridged nose. He leaned against the wall, his voice wet. “Don’t you think it’s a good thing to be intimate with someone? Mutual comfort, skin-to-skin contact, warmth transmitted, heartbeats and breaths very close, heartbeats together. This kind of happiness is real, and so is orgasm. Reaching the peak while looking at each other…”

Shi Shu: “…………”

Obscene words, I spit on them!

But his voice seemed to be stuck in his ear. Shi Shu couldn’t escape no matter what.

Xie Wuchi said calmly, “Physical contact is more real than language, at least for me.”

Shi Shu: “I’m not listening.”

“I want to touch you. That’s real.”

“Not listening, no.”

“Don’t want to kiss me?”

“No.”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“…………”

“I can’t take it anymore, brother.” Shi Shu suddenly sat up straight and grabbed a piece of clothing to cover his face. “If you had told me you had this problem earlier, I would have died before coming to Xiangnan Temple.”

Xie Wuchi’s eyes were half-closed, still with that lowered gaze, his expression very calm. “Shi Shu, what do you expect me to be like?”

Shi Shu: “Just being normal is better than anything. When I first met you, you wore a monk’s robe and were so proper. I could tolerate a few flirty words. It was very good then.”

Xie Wuchi smiled. “But my nature is actually like this. I’ve made it very clear.”

There was no sense of urgency in his words. The two were just chatting normally, mixed with the sound of the storm outside. Xie Wuchi’s voice seemed slightly cool, or perhaps it had always been cold.

Shi Shu: “Have you never thought of changing?”

Xie Wuchi: “I don’t change myself for anyone. No one.”

Just like his gaze. When they first met, he said he looked at people like he looked at dogs. He wouldn’t change.

Xie Wuchi’s brows and eyes were dark. The lines of his brow bone and contour were sharp. When his eyelids were slightly lowered, he was unapproachable. The curve of his lips, along with his overly handsome and perfect face, was full of the coldness of elitism.

Good for you, Xie Wuchi.

Respecting individuality is fine, but the more he listened, the more it felt wrong. Shi Shu raised his hand to signal him to stop. “Wait a minute, no, bro! Something’s wrong. When I share a room with a roommate, we both change. Why is it that with us two, you don’t change? Can only I change to accommodate you?”

Xie Wuchi: “Want to hear the truth?”

“Of course I want the truth!”

Xie Wuchi: “Mm, only you can change. Even if I change on the surface, I won’t change in my heart, because I’m a person who never changes once I’ve set a goal.”

“6,” Shi Shu said. Alright, I guess I know him now.

Xie Wuchi: “Giving in to others makes it easy to be controlled. I’m not willing to do that.”

Shi Shu: “6.”

“Should have said so earlier.” Shi Shu lazily slumped in the chair, his long legs stretched to the end of the carriage, giving up on this conversation. “Okay, I understand.”

Xie Wuchi: “Do you want to control me?”

This sentence sounded a bit familiar. Shi Shu took the clothes from him, rolled them into a ball, and tidied them up. His cold back stuck to the bumpy wooden planks of the carriage.

Shi Shu: “Never thought about it.”

Alright, Xie Wuchi’s words today could be considered laying his cards on the table. It was about the same as Shi Shu’s premonition. Originally, his impression of Xie Wuchi was someone standing under the spotlight of a manor drinking red wine. It was probably something Shi Shu could never understand from movies—someone standing at the very top of a tall building, overlooking the entire city, a noble and elegant person with villainous attributes. But Shi Shu had always been on the side of the most righteous protagonist.

Shi Shu scratched his head. “Then I’ll tell you in advance too. Maybe one day I’ll just leave?”

Xie Wuchi: “You can’t leave.”

Shi Shu: “?”

“You could still leave at Xiangnan Temple, but now, you can’t leave.”

“???”

Huh? What does that mean?

Xie Wuchi unilaterally indicated that this conversation was over. He took out a turtle shell from his bundle, threw some copper coins into it, and began to divine with a “ding ding dong dong” sound. Every time he got a hexagram, he would record it, his brow furrowed in thought about political affairs.

What can’t leave?

Does he mean I can’t bear to leave, or if I leave, I’ll be caught and brought back?

Shi Shu: “Hey! Xie Wuchi, make it clear!”

Xie Wuchi looked down carefully at the hexagrams. After recording the front and back of the rusty copper coins, he came to a conclusion. The Tun hexagram from the “I Ching”: “Seeing the dragon in the field. It is advantageous to see a great man. Virtue is spread everywhere.”

Shi Shu’s attention was drawn away. “What does that mean?”

Half an hour later, the thunderstorm outside the carriage stopped. The sultry heat of midsummer was carried away by the rain. The air was filled with the damp, fishy smell of water.

Xie Wuchi repeatedly tossed the copper coins in his hand, as if in thought, his eyes extremely dark. “It probably means that when you first show your talent in the officialdom, you must use thunderous methods to show your ability.”

Shi Shu: “It seems like a very hopeful hexagram?”

Xie Wuchi let out a light scoff, his face full of killing intent.

“…”

Shi Shu didn’t understand the I Ching, nor did he understand the meaning of the hexagrams, or even whether this hexagram was auspicious or ominous. He lifted the carriage curtain. At this time, they were on their way to the prefectural office. The faint moonlight was full of rice fields, the fragrance spreading for ten thousand li.

But what was strange was that in these rice fields, as long as they were large, continuous plots, the rice was still hanging on the stalks, unharvested. But the sparse, small plots had been harvested clean.

Xie Wuchi said, “The large plots of land all belong to the big landlord villagers. These small fields are the harvests of the common people.”

Shi Shu got out of the carriage and walked, staring at these continuous, endless rice fields. The thunderstorm half an hour ago had knocked down a lot of the rice, which lay in the paddy fields. The unharvested rice, but not without people. Many villagers stood in the fields, propping up the fallen rice stalks, their brows anxious.

Shi Shu asked a nearby man, “Big brother, why are you leaving the rice unharvested? It’s already rained.”

The man looked annoyed. “Who knows? The court said not to harvest. Damn it, a group of people reforming, reforming this way and that, only when people starve to death will they know!”

Shi Shu: “When did the court say not to harvest the rice?”

“If they let us harvest the rice, then why are they measuring the land?! The villager said, until the land is measured, none of this rice can be touched!”

The man lovingly propped up stalk after stalk of rice from the field, washing off the mud, cursing as he washed. Seeing the official sedans, one after another, he lowered his head and silently dug ditches to drain the water.

“Villager? Villager…”

Xie Wuchi said, “The ‘villager’ is the owner of these tens of thousands of mu of land. The ‘villagers’ are generally the original owners of these fields. The ‘villager’ has an official title, like that Chen Qing. No matter how much land he occupies, he doesn’t have to pay taxes. But the ‘villagers’ are all common people. During natural and man-made disasters, they don’t have enough to eat or drink and still have to pay taxes. Some people gradually sell their land to the ‘villager’ and from then on, rely on the ‘villager’ to work and eat. This is the process of land annexation.”

Shi Shu suddenly thought of something. “A big landlord of a wealthy village, does he support tens of thousands of people?”

Xie Wuchi: “Yes.”

Shi Shu suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Logically, he still didn’t understand what the crisis was, but intuitively, he felt the suffocating feeling of approaching danger.

Xie Wuchi’s eyes were cold. He looked at the fields before him. “The wealthy gentry of Qian’an Prefecture, in order to resist the court’s national policy of equalizing the land tax, are actually dragging their feet and not harvesting the rice on a sunny day, trying to drag it out until the autumn rainy season to let the rice sprout and rot, starving the villagers and inciting a rebellion of hundreds of thousands of people, to force the court to change the national policy. They are trying to frame this group of new policy party members who are trying to save the country and the people, to frame me.”

“Good! I’d like to see if your methods are more ruthless, or mine.”

Xie Wuchi turned around. “Get in the carriage first.”

Shi Shu followed behind Xie Wuchi and got into the carriage.

The carriage swayed all the way. By the time they reached the prefectural office, it was already late at night.

Li Fu and Zhou Xiang, along with the clerks in the prefectural office, quickly welcomed Shi Shu and Xie Wuchi into another building to rest. They also greeted dozens of people to heat up food, boil water, tidy the house, and prepare the bedding.

Shi Shu was really tired. Just as he was about to eat, Xie Wuchi spoke first. “Call Wang Rui over.”

Commander Wang Rui, who managed the military affairs in the prefecture, entered and knelt on the ground. “What are my lord’s instructions!”

Xie Wuchi signaled to the imperial guard captain, Yao Shuai. “From now on, that group of Dabai Gang bandits who intended to assassinate the imperial envoy will be taken over by my guards.”

Wang Rui pondered, “My lord, this is a major matter of assassination. The ruffians have already signed their confessions this afternoon. They killed and robbed for money and will be beheaded in a few days. My lord is suddenly transferring them… is it…”

“You don’t need to ask. Yao Shuai.”

“Your subordinate is here!”

Xie Wuchi took out a gold medallion with a dragon pattern. When they saw this medallion, everyone’s expression changed drastically, and they knelt down.

Xie Wuchi said, “Now, go to the prison with this official and watch over that group of people. If everything is fine, there will be great rewards! But if anyone dies when they shouldn’t, this official will take your entire family’s lives!”

Yao Shuai: “Yes!”

Shi Shu dazedly bit into a chicken leg, sitting next to Xie Wuchi. He didn’t react when he saw the gold medallion.

Xie Wuchi only drank a few mouthfuls of congee, changed his clothes into the crimson silk robe of a Censorate official, and his figure disappeared into the night. “Go to the prison, bring the men.”

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Author’s Note:

The current sex addict (laughs): I won’t change myself for anyone, no one.

Later Xie Wuchi (hoarsely) (in a low voice): I’ve changed… Can you, love me?

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