Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 75

Chapter 75




"I used to think that these 17 years have been horrible . I've lost things that are precious to me, and I have arrived at a place I do not want to . Yet, I've noticed recently that when God takes something away from you, he'll compensate your loss with something else . For example, I've met good people and have had good things happening . I've met you . You all . "

Meng Fuyao smiled, raising her cup once more as the audience broke out in applause . She turned her crystal clear eyes toward Yuan Zhaoxu .

'I've met you . '

Yuan Zhaoxu returned her gaze, his fingers slowly and meticulously brushing across the glazed cup in his hand .

"This is a day to reunite, and I've once felt regret over my loss . Perhaps my future reunions would too be broken up by Fate, but this day might just be able to make up for it . "

There was a layer of gloss in her smiling eyes, but it was hardly noticeable .

"I'd like to use this opportunity to express my gratitude . Thank you to those whom I've met, those who have helped, protected, and been generous to me . I thank those who have cherished me, accompanied me and been tolerant . Because of them, I do not feel completely abandoned by the gods . At the same time, I feel ashamed for accepting their kindness while not being able to reciprocate . As such, I've gathered all of you here to borrow your blessings in order to extend my thanks . "

Some smiled while more fell deep in thought .

Meng Fuyao diverted her gaze away from the corner, but she could still feel the warmth and light of the gaze radiating toward her, threatening her willpower .

Her voice became gentler . "I would like to thank this person . He must be living a lonely life on a tall building that overlooks the horizon . He can see everything and thus does not derive joy and meaning from it . This is his fate and gift . I can't do anything about it and feel a foreboding that my existence will add hail to snow . As such, I'm about to make it up to him first . My gift to him is a lively and bustling scene . It is an experience that he might never get to go through no matter what he possesses . The joy and fulfillment are unique and irreplaceable, and they contain the most ordinary yet dear and heartwarming flavors . "

She raised her cup again and shut her eyes . Sighing, she finished, "Hope you like it . "



Silence filled the garden as the ladies and gentlemen looked on at their usually cheerful and lively mayor . There was a foreign and shocking expression in her eyes, and her short speech contained deep meaning and unexplainable sadness . The more emotional ladies had already started to sob . They did not understand Meng Fuyao's words and who she was referring to, but they felt their heart sink . Nevertheless, they were indescribably moved, and there seemed to be a ball of mist rising from their chest and congealing into a layer of cool dew .


They raised their cups and echoed sincerely, "Hope you like it . "

The gentle wave of their blessing rolled up small gusts of wind . Yuan Zhaoxu's hands, which had always been as steady as a rock, trembled .

The cup in his hand almost slipped from his hand, and a few drops of alcohol splashed onto the hollow of his palm before flowing along the vein lines on his skin .

Yao Xun, who stood beside him, hurriedly handed a dry towel . Yet, instead of wiping his hand Yuan Zhaoxu used it to wipe the nonexistent stain on the table .

Yao Xun opened his eyes wide . He had never imagined that Yuan Zhaoxu could also fall into a state of disengagement . Nevertheless, the latter maintained a calm look, no different from his usual self .

Yao Xun felt a slight heartache and finally understood what the later part of Meng Fuyao's speech meant . Apart from his naturally calm disposition, a man like Yuan Zhaoxu must have had grown up in a different environment and educational system from the rest .

Was it possible for anyone to be born graceful and flawless? Was it possible for anyone to reach such a state of calmness and confidence? And what had he sacrificed to achieve it? His life would inevitably lack the richness and plethora of emotions that ordinary citizens experienced .

Yao Xun sobbed, thinking about how Meng Fuyao's coarse and careless attitude was merely an exterior front . Deep down, she was delicate and meticulous .

How rare was it for two individuals to understand each other?



Yao Xun sighed, slowly retreating . He planned to see if the fresh flowers in the meditation hall had wilted due to the candle flames . If so, he would get them replaced, in order not to spoil the perfect gift that she had so specially prepared .

The alcohol in Yuan Zhaoxu's palm gradually dried up . He looked at Meng Fuyao, who raised a toast in his direction before gulping her drink down . He raised his own slowly but did not drink it straight . Instead, he sipped on it bit by bit, as if that was his last cup ever .

The dance party had started, and the youths who had finished learning the dance left the stage in pairs . The exquisite mounted soldier uniforms and the fluttering skirts drew fast and colorful circles in the air while releasing the scent of fresh clothes .

These were all part of the "bustle" she had so painstakingly prepared for him .

With the faint fragrance of alcohol lingering on his hand, Yuan Zhaoxu felt as though he was in a beautiful dream .

He did not drink much but felt intoxicated .

Opposite of him, a young girl walked toward him with a cup in hand and plopped down beside him . "I spoke well, didn't I?"

Her face was flushed, and her smile did not seem natural, as though she was feeling somewhat embarrassed .

Sidestepping the question, he responded, "Alcohol's good . "

Meng Fuyao looked at him, stunned . He was acting strange, but she couldn't point it out . Just as she was about to invite him to a dance, a clamor broke out at the entrance .

Meng Fuyao turned her head in that direction and caught sight of a beautiful silhouette flashing past . It was Hu Sang . Ever since the incident on the god worshipping festival, she had fallen sick, and upon recovery, she hadn't failed to visit Yuan Zhaoxu every day . Naturally, he opposed to meeting her, and despite Meng Fuyao's decision not to invite Hu Sang to this party – to prevent pissing Yuan Zhaoxu off and wasting the lady's efforts – the latter had arrived .

Meng Duyao narrowed her eyes, studying Hu Sang's dance outfit . She could tell that Hu Sang had sewn it on her own, and it was rather out of place . Nevertheless, the outfit had effectively preserved Hu Sang's slender waist and plump bosom, which bounced like a pair of doves as she moved .

She was stopped at the door but insisted on entering . The guards cast an awkward glance at Meng Fuyao, who then awkwardly looked up to the sky .

She had no guts . . .

"A bustle is the gift you've prepared, Fuyao?" Yuan Zhaoxu's question disrupted her thought .

"Ah?" Meng Fuyao whipped her head toward him . "I've almost been moved by my own words, and yet you're not pleased?"

Yuan Zhaoxu only smiled, his gaze turning toward a cluster of flowers behind the meditation hall . The window was half covered, and a flower popped out tenderly .

Meng Fuyao shook her head, smiling . "Your life is uninteresting, isn't it . . . " She stood up and pulled him with both hands . "Willing to follow me somewhere? I can finish the deal there, but it's your choice . "

"Just don't finish the deal with your body," he acceded with a slight curl on his lips .

They sneaked into the meditation hall, and Hu Sang was forgotten . Upon entering, Yuan Zhaoxu was taken aback . It was much brighter in the room than in the garden . Crystal glass was embedded in the walls, and there was a row of copper lamps that produced a sparkling and resplendent effect . Huge, light purple curtains hung down and fluttered like the movement of water and were matched with a same-colored carpet with exquisite floral pattern . Fresh flowers filled the hall and were held in white porcelain vases, which enhanced the beautiful colors of the petals and leaves .

Meng Fuyao made a twirl in the hall, saying, "I'll present to you other gifts first, and I'll save the best for last . "

She smiled and pointed to the wall, squinting her eyes and indicating that he should find it himself .

Yuan Zhaoxu scanned across the wall briefly . He had long noticed a secret door . He reached a hand out to knock it, and a drawer shot out with a clap . With another clap, a box popped out from it, and with another clap, an even smaller box popped out . . .

Cold beads of sweat formed on Meng Fuyao's forehead .

It was almost done, and as Yuan Zhaoxu was about to pick the final box, the gift within popped out by itself out of excitement . It was noble and gentleman-looking, fleshy, and dressed in a black swallow-tailed coat . Lord Yuan Bao .

The world's smallest swallow-tailed coat looked legitimate, and the world's most eye-catching guinea pig appeared even more dignified than its clothes .

It was an important day for him . Very important day .

Lord Yuan Bao pulled at his coat, covering his round tummy and plump tail . He felt handsome and outstanding, just like his owner .

Of course, Meng Fuyao had a part to play in making his costume . On a day where he had been spying on her, he had seen her handing a drawing to the sewing lady, and he was impressed by the swallow-tail coat that she had casually drawn . It suited his majestic aura, and he bugged her to actualize that design of hers . Seeing that Lord Yuan Bao was having his period, she eventually agreed .

However, it was his gift and not his outfit that was the main show .

Lord Yuan Bao energetically took out a long piece of paper roll from the box, and in lightning speed, he opened it before Yuan Zhaoxu's table . Proud of himself, he went to the side to take a set, eagerly waiting for his master to be touched by his surprise .

Meng Fuyao was curious since the guinea pig hadn't revealed anything to her at all . She turned to look at his surprise, her eyeballs instantly popping out .

'Love . . . a love letter . '

Small biscuits were stuck on the letter . Some were filled with holes while others had a character on them . Arranged in rows, while crooked, she could still recognize it as a love letter .