A Mother's Determination System

Chapter 19: <The Suitor Finally Appears?>

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Ya... You think I married the consort cause I liked her?

Never.

Well, you're clever.

Even a child would know... "S."

What would a child know? Shrugs//

That "S" is terrifying cruel.

Sure. Just get the girl.

Why? The poor farmer girl's going to die because of you.

Does it matter?

I don't like indirect blood.

Are you stupid? It's no different than protecting a pig.

She's still human though... "Chance."

Yeah, I know. I have this job because you want to make those humans like you.

You make it sound like an undedicated chore. How else are we supposed make the masses like us?

Be reborn. Be reborn like that kind-hearted marquis.

Zhi Yuan Xie?

Exactly him.

Are you joking? You'd stupid if you protected anyone other than yourself.

Isn't that why you married that love-oriented consort?

... Aren't you a stuck-up bitch.

Only for you "S."

Now, get out of my head.

Yeah, do your job "chance." Or else I'll go let your "JiuJiu" taste something better.

Asshole.

(Just as clarification, "Chance" is the guy with the wife. "S" is in "Chance's" head. "S" has a consort named "Consort Zhao").

"'Chance,' you see the girl?" A man wearing bronze-coloured lamella softly asked, with a politer tone than what you'd imagine from a man of his demeanor. He had watery eyes, ice blue.

The armor wrapped around his chest in a tight fashion with two noticeable plates on his shoulders, sternly sitting still, not wavering from any of his horse's occasional jolts. He looked back to the road, gently relaxing with a pleasured expression on his face, and rubbed the little insignia on his breast; the golden pin, lavishly embellished Su House's strong standards.

"I'm afraid not yet..." Chance replied, as he lazily scanned his head from one line to the other; all he could amuse himself were the uncannily terrified expressions of the civilians bundled along. They squeezed themselves into each other, and frankly reminded him of flapping reefs.

Unlike the man behind him, he thoroughly enjoyed the bumps in the road; emphasizing each jump by propelling himself higher than what his horse could have done. His jet-black hair, glossy like freshly grinded ink in sunlight would float in the air, curving as silk ribbons would do in the limp, uneven pull. Some strands of his precious locks, would glue discreetly against his back; shining like a lone star from the matt, hemp fabric. Regardless, his face was permanently in a sort of stone-trance; aloof, with little to no care for the green, or blue world in front of him.

... I wanna... Go home...

JiuJiu... Come save your husband :___C

He drooped his head, and started to hunch in what seemed to be discouragement. Unwillingness was written all over his face, and it didn't help that the only possible motivating factor, proved to be the worst downfall; the lines went forever.

... I really don't want to work... That bastard.

If the Su House finds out "S" lied, and in actuality, I'm not using Ceres to find the girl...

Sighs//

It'll be over, and I'll have to escape to the north.

"Thank you so much for helping this lowly servant, your lord." The man behind him difficultly uttered out, as if he was trying to make his voice overpower the sheer volume of the dozens of horses behind, and in front of him.

"My name is James Bohe, Chuang Zhu! Detachment officer (Chuang Zhu is the Mandarin term, detachment officer is the English term)."

Augh... Stop talking to...-

... Unless you want me to rip out your guts, keep up the appearances Chance.

... Yeah, got it "S."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Chance." He replied, with a bigger spark in his voice than before; it was almost terrifying.

"Hahahaha, I know that."

Of course you do.

If you didn't, you would've died from a bone piercing your lung.

"Your name's rather familiar as well. Are you well known around these parts?" Chance luke-warmly questioned, still not interested enough to meet eyes with the man behind him; he kept his head in front, and neutrally carried on the one-sided conversation.

"Yes... My unit is... Special I guess." The man responded, murmuring in a slower pace with an almost uncertainty.

Huh... Su Family...

They're doing something again, aren't they?

... "S" would be delighted to know.

"That-"

There she is.

What? Elaborate "S."

That green-haired girl.

What?

She's the girl you dimwit.

I can't even see her.

Get to the front.

... Alright...

"I found her." Chance whispered as he turned his head halfway, to show James his side-profile as an indicating hint.

But before the poor lad behind him could follow up, Chance and his "gallant" spirit sped towards the front with a burst; gliding between the spaces of each rider, and to what the voice directed him to.

"Ah?-" James dimwittedly let out, a little surprised from the sudden departure of his play-mate, before he fixed his expression and let that veteran-scratched look take over again; truly letting himself come to par with his nickname.

"Men, follow his lord," and on his subtle command, the rest of the unit behind him, woke up like barraging hungry dogs, chained in the most stereotypical garbage drop-off.

"YES SIR!"

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.

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... Remind me why I'm playing in this game with you again...

Do you want to know?

Not a lot. I'm curious though.

You'll see.

Of course...

Chance felt the telepathy break off with a pluck, then solemnly watched the rushing scenery around him with refreshing restoration. Maybe it was in hopes of running away from his forced jobs that "S" pushes on him; the jarring breeze brushed his hair back, and gently gripped his skin, summoning him into a relaxed trance.

Really... If the girl isn't at least witty...

I'm going to kill her...