Chapter 222 Mr. Du...has no regrets.

Holding the painting scroll, Zhong Wan, accompanied by Su Mu, went to the filming location of "Folk Customs Record: Tang Dynasty Rhapsody".

Her heart was heavy yet calm.

She knew this might truly be Mr. Du's last moments.

Zhong Wan has seen more than one ghost pass by, but Du Qian is the one who has been with her the longest so far.

At that moment, she felt no longing or excitement for the bonus she was about to receive; instead, she felt more reluctant and sad about his impending departure.

Although she didn't personally handle Du Qian's task, she still paid a great price for it.

To be honest, Zhong Wan was really reluctant to part with it.

As the plane began to land, Zhong Wan snapped out of her reverie, turned to look out the window, and sighed silently.

The plane reached its destination, and he... will be there soon too.

After the plane landed, the cabin door opened.

As Zhong Wan and Su Mu disembarked from the plane, carrying the scroll, they spotted a familiar figure at the arrivals gate: Pang Wenyao, who still maintained his composed and capable demeanor.

As if sensing their gaze, Pang Wenyao quickly turned his head, and after seeing clearly, he strode forward to meet them.

"Boss Zhong."

Pang Wenyao nodded slightly as he looked at the two of them, then glanced at the scroll in Zhong Wan's hand and instantly understood: "Director Qin asked me to pick you up."

Zhong Wan understood instantly.

She knew about Du Qian's change in state, and so did they.

Her sudden and hasty arrival at the film set must have been reported by Su Mu.

Director Qin and Professor Sun probably also hoped to personally send off this old friend from a thousand years ago, to personally see him off on his final journey.

Zhong Wan nodded her thanks: "Thank you, let's go."

They didn't say anything more after that, and the group quietly went to the film set.

Inside, a crucial scene was being filmed, and the atmosphere was heavy. The crew were all working quietly and methodically.

Zhong Wan glanced at the scene and then looked away, quietly following behind Pang Wenyao to the perimeter of the filming area, where Director Qin, Professor Sun, Professor Li, and others were standing silently.

Zhong Wan walked over under Pang Wenyao's guidance and greeted the group politely.

Looking at Director Qin's serious face, and then at Professor Sun's eyes which were already a little red, I saw...

Zhong Wan understood even more in an instant.

So after hearing Director Qin's words,

"Comrade Zhong Wan, Mr. Du, he..."

Zhong Wan raised her hand to indicate, "He wants to take another look."

Then look at the movie that awakened him from his slumber, and then look at... the palace he personally observed and advised on being built.

Everyone immediately understood upon hearing this.

Zhong Wan didn't say anything more. She looked around and saw the relatively secluded corner in front of her.

Looking at the quiet yet tense atmosphere ahead,

All the staff held their breath, and the director's eyes were glued to the monitor.

Pei Xubai, who plays the protagonist, is dressed in court attire and stands in the imperial court. Opposite him is the actor who plays the emperor, and around him are civil and military officials who stand solemnly.

Zhong Wan knew about this scene.

She had also read it right after Lin Yanan finished writing it.

This is one of the climaxes of the script, where the protagonist holds the "Records of Folk Customs" and delivers the most intense and tragic remonstrance in the imperial court!

Zhong Wan withdrew her gaze, looked down at the scroll in her hand, and said softly, "Mr. Du, we've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Director Qin and the others looked at her in tacit agreement, and at the scroll in her hand.

Just as Zhong Wan finished speaking, she slowly opened the scroll.

Du Qian's phantom image instantly appeared before everyone's eyes.

His figure was much thinner than when he appeared before, almost completely transparent.

He looked at Zhong Wan and smiled slightly, then whispered his thanks: "Thank you."

He then turned around and looked at everyone without saying anything.

Upon seeing the familiar imperial court, Du Qian was taken aback.

Just then, the script supervisor clapped the clapperboard, and Director Li said in a deep voice, "Action!"

Du Qian couldn't understand what he meant, but he could clearly see that after Director Li finished speaking, the actors on stage all "came to life".

Pei Xubai instantly entered a state of focus. Holding the memorial, his voice was both sorrowful and resolute, each word dripping with emotion as he recounted the hardships faced by the people, the corruption of the bureaucracy, and the perilous situation on the border...

His performance was incredibly captivating; every glance, every movement, was so much better than before.

In that instant, Du Qian seemed to see himself back then, the one who had the world in his heart but was powerless to change the situation...

Du Qian's phantom image watched silently.

Looking at the surprises I had personally experienced and recorded.

A thousand years later, it has been reproduced so realistically and so profoundly.

He watched as the official who shared similar ambitions with him, standing in the imperial court, uttered the same cry he had longed to make but had never been able to.

He looked at the solemn and majestic hall before him, and at the vibrant people before him.

Du Qian's lips curled up slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was sadness, excitement, or... irony?

His thoughts were in turmoil, and his emotions began to fluctuate.

Du Qian closed his eyes briefly to ease the unfamiliar feeling.

How many years has it been?

Only then would he feel that he was still alive, even in this state... alive.

Du Qian let out a long sigh, his already nearly transparent body trembling slightly.

It's so good to be alive.

He is still alive; he has lived to this day.

Du Qian lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

"hehe……"

Seeing his expression, Professor Sun raised his hand and rubbed his eyes haphazardly, while Professor Li's hands clenched tightly instantly.

Even Director Qin's gaze became much more profound.

The scene reached its climax, with the king enraged and the officials being dragged away in a sorry state by the guards.

As the official, played by Pei Xubai, was shoved out of the hall by the guards, he glanced back at the king, who remained firmly seated on his throne, and smiled ironically.

Then he turned to look at the sky outside, his eyes filled with no regrets and hope.

Just then, tiny specks of starlight flashed before Zhong Wan's eyes.

She quickly turned around and saw Du Qian's phantom trembling gently in the breeze, the transparent phantom slowly emitting countless soft and pure white lights.

The light was not dazzling, yet it was impossible to ignore.

Du Qian slowly raised his hand, watching it gradually transform into specks of white light that fluttered in the breeze.

He turned to look at everyone, his gentle gaze sweeping over each person present.

Director Qin, Professor Sun, Professor Li, Pang Wenyao, Su Mu...

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhong Wan, who was holding the scroll and had tears in her eyes.

A smile instantly appeared on Du Qian's face—a smile that was incredibly clear, incredibly peaceful, and completely relieved.

He spoke again, his voice no longer weak, but ethereal and warm.

It seemed to come from the distant horizon, and it seemed to be right next to everyone's ear.

"I, Du, am here... Thank you all very much."

"History will be updated, and true words will be passed on."

"The mountains and rivers remain the same, but the atmosphere has changed."

"I, Du... have no regrets."

His gaze gently fell on Zhong Wan, he looked at her quietly for a second, and then smiled and said, "Young friend Zhong..."

He chose a new title, no longer the one he used before.

As Lin Yanan said, she is his wife, but also an independent person.

An independent and successful woman.

What a wonderful society!

How I wish... they could be free too...

A slight warmth welled up in Du Qian's eyes, and his smile widened.

Seeing Zhong Wan nod solemnly, he raised his hands and calmly pushed her away: "Thank you...take care..."

The moment he finished speaking, his entire phantom image transformed into a sky full of starlight.

The white specks exploded like fireworks in an instant.