Chapter 492 The Script’s New Direction

Chapter 492: A New Turn in the Script

Feng Ling seized the subtle shift in the atmosphere and struck while the iron was hot: "It seems the Master's opposition to Miss Ning isn't about her background after all."

The subtext in her words was unmistakable—Wu Heng, Lian Xiangyu's "father," actually had some "unspoken" relationship with Su Bai, the gardener. This inevitably led to the suspicion that his opposition to the marriage between Lian Xiangyu and Ning Yi might have nothing to do with Ning Yi's commoner status.

Lian Xiangyu's face stiffened. This sudden deluge of information cut through their beautiful illusions about the world like sharp blades. Meanwhile, Shen Dong'er, still playing her role in the script, understood perfectly well that this was clearly Lian Xiangyu's family affair, and it was inappropriate for an outsider to intervene. Yet, despite this, Shen Dong'er's gaze grew focused; her instinct to chase gossip hadn't diminished in the slightest under the script's constraints.

"Father..." Lian Xiangyu's call sounded feeble, carrying a sliver of hope yet also tinged with despair. He was hoping for an explanation—

Wu Heng paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone as if pondering something. Then, lowering his voice, he offered no further explanation. Instead, he spoke to Lian Xiangyu in a light, indifferent tone: "Your marriage is up to you."

Though spoken casually, these words were enough to make the atmosphere in the hall even more peculiar. Wu Heng could sense that routine meddling was no longer enough to change the course of events; they needed to take a bigger gamble.

"Father, you mean..." Lian Xiangyu and Ning Yi's emotions instantly became complicated. They held their breath, their eyes filled with anticipation and tension.

Perhaps, from the perspective of their scripted selves, as long as Wu Heng, their "father," could agree to their union and offer his blessing at the wedding, it would truly be the best news they could hear right now. It might even make them feel they were back at the center of the world again.

However, Wu Heng unhurriedly added: "Didn't you say that as long as I agreed to you being together, you would leave this place? Then do just that. Leave here, live your own lives, and have nothing more to do with this place."

His words were light and casual, spoken with a touch of nonchalance as if discussing some trivial matter. Yet, this statement poured like cold water over Lian Xiangyu and Ning Yi's heads, as if the blessing and recognition they had anticipated vanished into thin air.

Ning Yi's expression froze, while Lian Xiangyu sank into an indescribable tangle of confusion and bewilderment.

Strangely, they had thought that as long as they received the "father's" approval, they could be together with peace of mind. But now, Wu Heng's attitude made Lian Xiangyu deeply uncomfortable. He couldn't help but question himself inwardly: Was this really the outcome he wanted?

The "father's" words were not a blessing; there wasn't even a hint of encouragement. If Wu Heng's tone had carried anger, hatred, or even disappointment, Lian Xiangyu might have felt some slight comfort. At least then, he would have known his father still cared. But now, the tone Wu Heng conveyed was actually one of sheer indifference—no hatred, no pain, not even disappointment.

That utter sense of alienation stirred boundless panic in Lian Xiangyu's heart. He suddenly realized that he might never have truly been held in his father's regard, and now he was being pushed away without a second thought.

"You... you really don't care anymore?" Lian Xiangyu's voice trembled, his eyes revealing unconcealable loss. "Is it... is it because of that gardener?"

Wu Heng did not refute it, as if none of this mattered to him in the slightest. He even casually waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal, saying: "Hmm, I don't care anymore."

This offhand reply was tantamount to plunging Lian Xiangyu's mood to rock bottom. Ning Yi beside him also looked embarrassed, wanting to speak up but not knowing how.

That feeling of being cast out from the center of the world once again surged toward them like a tide.

Meanwhile, Su Bai, standing to the side, silently observed all of this. He did not participate in the conversation, but just as Lian Xiangyu stammered and floundered, Su Bai keenly detected the unstable fluctuations of the Red Moon power within Lian Xiangyu's body. This abnormal surge of power indicated that Lian Xiangyu's emotions were in intense turmoil.

Combined with Lian Xiangyu's hesitant expression and flustered actions, Su Bai understood in his heart that the current plot changes were gradually shaking the spirits of Lian Xiangyu and the others, who were controlled by the script, even causing their latent inner powers to become somewhat unstable.

Sure enough, as Su Bai's gaze fell on Lian Xiangyu's hands, he saw that the originally normal palms were quietly transforming—they were beginning to gradually take on a Beast Form, with fingertips extending and knuckles twisting. Su Bai's heart tightened, knowing his guess was correct.

It seemed, mental shock could indeed break the script's control over them. Perhaps... this was the key to Lian Xiangyu and the others regaining their true selves.