OMF V9C185 That Last, Special Day

At that time, the two of them had already reached the street where the store of the seamstress was.

Jing Yi stopped in his tracks when they could see the small place and shook his head. “Remember how we came here the other day? Lan Ling and Duan Ming suddenly turned up. I still remember how they looked at me. To think that I’ve become that kind of person … it’s difficult to imagine.”

Qiu Ling looked at him and squeezed his hand. “You’re his reincarnation. It’s different.”

Jing Yi looked up at him and smiled faintly. “You know, you’re incredibly biased. Between me and everyone else, you’re biased toward me. Jing He is the only exception to that rule. But maybe your bias is a bit too strong here. To actually excuse me trying to kill someone, you’re probably the only person who can do it. The fact that he is my past reincarnation is the only thing speaking for me. But that doesn’t amount to much, does it? Anyway, it doesn’t change the act.”

Qiu Ling could only sigh in response to that. Did it change anything? He wasn’t sure about it. In fact, at the end of the day, the baseline was that Jing Yi had decided to do this because the other person was standing against his own interests. So really, there was no difference to trying to kill another person. Yes, why was he excusing this?

To say that he was biased … it was accurate. No matter whether it was Jing Yi or Jing He and regardless of what they did, he’d be able to excuse anything. But that was what it meant to find your fated partner, wasn’t it?

He shook his head and just pulled Jing Yi toward the door. “Anyway, what does it matter? What’s done is done. Now, let’s just focus on the future.” In any case, it wasn’t like there were more than a few days remaining. Whether what Jing Yi had done was right or wrong … it didn’t matter anymore.

Jing Yi looked at him but didn’t say anything. In his heart, he knew that he had gone too far. He had known for a long time but it didn’t change anything. Thinking back now … he couldn’t understand either but at that moment, he had just been so angry. Killing Jing He had really seemed like the only way forward. It excused nothing, but that was how it had been.

When the two of them stepped into the store, the seamstress was currently working in the back room. After the king himself had asked her to prepare a pair of robes, she had naturally been busy with nothing else. Even if he had said that she could take her time, she wouldn’t do so. Anyway, it was always better to be safe than sorry so she had started as soon as he left but taken enough time for each and every step to make sure not a single detail would go wrong.

Hearing somebody come in from outside, she immediately called out. “I’ll be there in a moment!”

Qiu Ling gave a hum and then couldn’t help but look around, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Back when they came here, they had just somewhat made up. Things hadn’t been perfect, but they had been better than before when he was evading Jing Yi. Now, they weren’t just speaking again, but they were actually closer than before. And yet, in a few days, all of that would be gone.

Yes, he would have Jing He back and that was something that he was looking forward to but it was giving him a guilty conscience like nothing else ever had. Because at the end of the day, all of this could only happen through Jing Yi’s death. Even if it would be a painless one, that didn’t mean that it was easy. And knowing that … how could he not be devastated?

When the seamstress put down one of the red robes and walked out of the backroom only to find the king and his lover there, she froze in her steps. “Did I get the time wrong?”

Qiu Ling shook his head and forced himself to give a faint smile. “No, you didn’t. It’s just that there’s been a bit of a change in plan.”

Her expression still didn’t look any better and she couldn’t help but fear for the worst. Had somebody else gotten this order? She couldn’t believe that the king would do something like that without reason but that was immediately where her thoughts went. Maybe she had done something to piss him off?

Qiu Ling sighed and then motioned to the backroom, not wanting to discuss this out in the open. “Maybe we could sit down and have a talk?”

She nodded woodenly, leading both of them over there, and sitting down where she had just been working on the robe.

Looking at what she had just been working on, Qiu Ling couldn’t help but feel even worse. They would’ve been beautiful. Even now, they were. She had finished the robes themselves, and only the embroidery was still missing. In fact, she had probably been about to start on that in the next few days.

He gave a wry smile and then sat down himself, motioning over there. “I assume these can already be worn, right?”

The seamstress nodded, wondering where he was going with this. “Yes, but they are still not finished yet. I haven’t done any of the embroidery yet.”

Qiu Ling nodded and couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, I’m afraid you won’t have time for that either. We will have to move the wedding up. It doesn’t matter if the robes are unfinished, as long as they can be worn.” Anyway, a red robe was a red robe. Even if it wasn’t anything splendid, it still kept with the spirit of what it had been supposed to be, right?

Jing Yi also looked at the robes and, to be honest, he wasn’t sad about this. He couldn’t imagine himself wearing something that elaborate. That really was better fitting for the likes of Jing He.

For him, a simple robe might actually be more fitting. It would feel … more like himself. More like the person he had been when he met Qiu Ling. And for that last, special day, he wanted to be that person again.

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