The Flag of Desire - Epilogue

The embroidered curtains were slightly rolled up, the beaded screen dimmed, and the warm incense from the bronze incense burner had just burned out, lingering in the air like wisps of smoke or light cotton, enveloping the brocade curtains and jade screen. Sima Bing had a sweet smile on his face and was fast asleep. Sima Wanqing smiled gently, quietly removed his hand from his pillow, got up and went out.
She slowly made her way to the study, mustered her spirits, and began to review the contracts with various merchants and the accounts sent from branches across the country. She felt utterly exhausted. She thought back to when Sima Lie and Duan Yuhan held absolute power and managed the ranch; it must have been just as exhausting. Many envied her for possessing the immensely wealthy Lieyun Ranch, but how many knew the hardships she endured to maintain its prosperity?
Suddenly, a loud shouting came from outside, making her frown. Yue Zhongzheng pushed open the door and, seeing that she was indeed there, said, "Qing'er, you should rest earlier."
"Uncle Yue, you're still up so late?" She hurried over to help him sit down. Even though he was her biological father, she insisted on calling him "Uncle Yue." For Yue Zhongzheng, this was to protect her mother's reputation and prevent others from exploiting her birth to do anything malicious. It was genuine father-daughter love; why should they care about superficial titles?
"Yitian Manor sent over a wedding invitation today, take a look."
"Is Mu Bai getting married?" She took the bright red and gold invitation card, her heart filled with joy.
Seeing her so happy, Yue Zhongzheng couldn't help but say, "Qing'er, stop worrying about Han'er. Like that child from the Pei family, you should find yourself a companion." "Okay," she replied with a smile.
"It's not wrong that you've focused on the ranch these past few years, but... I always hope to see you happy. The last time you took Bing'er to Hangzhou, you had a rare and enjoyable time. Actually, that person from Shengwu Palace is quite rare, so why did you refuse him so many times?"
"Qing'er knows what she's doing. Don't worry too much, go and get some rest."
"Don't try to brush me off like that. Anyway, starting tomorrow, you and Bing'er will move out of Gongyu Xiaozhu." She helped Yue Zhongzheng all the way back to his bedroom. As he closed the door, Yue Zhongzheng finally remembered to say this last sentence. The deceased is gone, and his only hope now is that Qing'er will find a good match and give Bing'er a complete family.
Quietly returning to her study, she gazed at the bright moonlight and listened to the rustling wind. A sense of loss washed over her. Should she move out of the secluded cottage? But in her memory, that unruly youth, that man of unparalleled elegance, would never fade. For the rest of her life, she would never love anyone as she had loved him. The moonlight was like water; she wondered if he was at peace in heaven. Without him, she would still walk her own path with strength and courage. If he knew, he would be comforted.
"Reporting to Madam, the person who broke into the ranch at night has been apprehended. He claims to be the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect." The noise had subsided, and the report from outside the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Take good care of him. We can discuss anything else tomorrow morning." "Yes." As the servant's footsteps faded into the distance, she felt a little annoyed.
"Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" Sheng Xixian had entered through the window without her noticing, smiling at her. The hazy silver light from the night sky cascaded over his brocade robes, making him appear even more refined and elegant, his serene and divine presence captivating. He casually took her cold hand, intending to warm it for her.
She looked back at him in surprise. Upon hearing of the Beggars' Sect leader's sudden death, suspecting it was the work of the Central Plains' Long clan, the two organizations nearly clashed in a bloodbath. He had timely led his men to stop it, and then summoned several respected elders of the martial arts world to gather in Chang'an to settle the matter. Why was he here now?
"Your eyes are wide open, are you surprised?" He chuckled softly, casually putting his arm around her slender waist. Seeing a hint of gloom in her bright eyes, he unconsciously tightened his embrace. "You mentioned last time that you planned to open trading posts in the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions. The first one has already been established in Loulan, and business is booming. Why are you still worried?" She shook her head.
He raised an eyebrow and whispered in her ear with a chuckle, "I know. The fact that so many men send you invitations and gifts every day, wanting to see you, and that someone even tries to break in in the middle of the night, is enough to show how irresistible you are. Other women would love to have you." Her face flushed slightly, feeling intoxicated by his cool, refreshing scent.
"I heard that Song Kunpeng, the First-Class Marquis of Might, Chen De, the No. 1 silk merchant in the Guannei region, and Zhuo Ziyi, the most handsome and dashing young master in the martial arts world, are all waiting to see you outside the ranch. They have come from afar with sincere admiration, but you have ignored all of them. You are truly a heartless person."
She snorted softly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "What they're interested in is nothing more than the ranch's wealth and power, the Sima family's martial arts, and probably my face. I can't be bothered to deal with them one by one." She sighed again, "It's just that these people keep coming in batches, and I have to go through the trouble of dealing with each one individually. It's just too much trouble."
"Is this what's bothering you? Actually, if you just agree to marry me, they'll naturally stop pursuing you." He gazed at her intently, seemingly serious yet playful. Avoiding his affectionate gaze, she lowered her eyes slightly and remained silent. He had said similar things several times before, and she had considered agreeing, but something seemed to be holding her back; the words stuck in her throat. He had been anxious and angry, but ultimately couldn't bear to force her. And so it dragged on, leading to the situation we have today.
Silence fell, then a sudden gust of wind rustled the gauze curtains. He pulled her closer, speaking softly, "If you insist, I won't force you. I only hope that the day you understand, I'll be the first person you think of." He chuckled softly, "Be careful, maybe I'll get impatient and snatch you back." She leaned closer, finding a comfortable position, and heard his heartbeat gradually resonate with her own.
After a long pause, she looked up and smiled sweetly. "You, the leader of the martial arts alliance, are always very busy. Since you're here now, stay at the ranch for a few more days. The bamboo frame of the butterfly kite that Bing'er brought back from Hangzhou last time was broken. I offered to fix it for him, but he wouldn't let me, saying he wanted to wait for you to come and repair it." Her voice was as gentle as warm spring water flowing into his ears, and he was instantly captivated.
The night watchman struck the third watch, and he suddenly woke up. "Qing, I have to go. Wait for me for two days. I will definitely resolve the Beggars' Sect matter within two days."
"The truth of that murder case hasn't come out yet?" "At Chenshi (7-9 AM), everyone from the Beggars' Sect and Long Family Fortress will gather to discuss it."
"Why did you have to travel all night?" She couldn't help but scold him. She knew that it would take him five hours to travel from Chang'an to here and back, even with his lightness skill. Such continuous consumption of true energy was extremely tiring, and he would need to rest for at least a few days to recover his strength.
"Because... I missed you." He gently stroked her soft, lustrous hair, his long, narrow phoenix eyes brimming with joy. Because he longed for her so much, he didn't care how far or how tired he was; even if he only had to see her once before rushing back, he would still make the trip.
Her face, as clear and radiant as moonlight, was exquisitely beautiful beyond compare. He gazed at her intently, then couldn't resist gently kissing her. After a moment, he tenderly released her and swiftly left.
The night was vast and dark, and his figure vanished in an instant. If it weren't for the lingering scent of butterflies on her sleeves, she would have almost thought it was all a dream. This man, in the face of life and death, put her first in everything, yet once she was safe, he couldn't let go of his boundless ambition. Perhaps the thrill of commanding armies and gaining unanimous support gave him a unique sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
Perhaps, one day, she will gladly don her wedding dress again and travel the world hand in hand with him. The love buried deep in her heart will become even more intense and enduring, like aged wine, settling into a richer fragrance in the flowing years.
"To be continued"

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