A brisk, cold wind blew up the white hair, the sound of which seemed to carry a hint of desolation.
The palace maids and eunuchs kneeling in the courtyard were terrified, their bodies trembling. Some of the more timid ones couldn't help but let out a few suppressed sobs.
The moment the crying began, the Imperial Guards covered her mouth and dragged her away.
The regent did not like to hear crying at this time and forbade mourning.
Kneeling before the coffin in the hall were the princess's close friends, who were not very brave. They were terrified by the heavy pressure and felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts. They couldn't help but shed tears, suppressing their sobs.
The man's voice was cold and indifferent: "You're disturbing her."
A simple, understated remark forced them to suppress their sobs.
To this day, the reason why the princess suddenly passed away remains a mystery.
Nobody knew, and nobody dared to inquire.
As Jiang Yue listened to the chanting of scriptures, she realized that if it weren't for these ambiguous dreams, she would probably never have known that Zhou Fuwei would actually hold a funeral for her.
It was as if he really was a good husband.
It was as if he really loved her.
Jiang Yue couldn't understand why she and Zhou Fuwei hadn't seen each other since she returned to Beijing.
In Yanzhou, she and he only had a brief encounter.
When Jiang Yue had nothing to do, she would go to the courtyard where she stayed and take a look at the man she had saved. He was badly injured, and if she hadn't saved him, he would have almost died.
However, he was also very resilient; the doctor said he survived several near-death experiences.
Jiang Yue could tell that he wasn't a talkative person.
He had been recuperating from his injuries for over a month, and just as he was about to recover, it seemed he finally remembered to inquire about her identity.
Jiang Yue didn't want to cause trouble for herself, fearing that if he found out she was a princess, he would insist on marrying her, so she used a fake identity to fool him.
He did not send a letter.
She knew, and he knew too.
Jiang Yue later treated him as a source of amusement, only talking to him when she was bored.
His gaze was unfathomable, and before parting, he indeed asked her if she was married.
Jiang Yue rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the distant sky, and said, "No."
The girl, beaming with pride, immediately declared, "The man I'm going to marry will definitely be a great hero!"
Her Highness only wants to marry a hero.
A great hero who defends his home and country, a great hero who upholds justice, a great hero who sacrifices himself for others.
She looked at him and said, "I wouldn't be interested in a man as delicate and frail as you."
Although he was handsome, he was neither skilled in martial arts nor able to fight on the battlefield to defend the country. He was unarmed and could not protect his people.
Her Highness looks down on such a useless person.
She stood up, her long hair gently lifted by the wind, standing in the golden twilight, radiant and beautiful, brimming with boundless courage, as if she possessed a higher sky and a farther boundary.
She said, "I'm leaving."
She looked at him and told him in the most relaxed tone, "I won't come to see you again. I saved you, so don't worry about it. I wouldn't have left anyone to die if it were just anyone."
The little princess also dreamed of being a chivalrous heroine who traveled the world and saved lives when she was young.
She walked forward without looking back.
Jiang Yue herself was also surprised that she could remember so clearly even the trivial things that happened in Yanzhou.
So, is it because Zhou Fuwei saw her face and recognized her face after her death that he gave her such a grand funeral as if he had deep feelings for her?
The scene before her eyes began to blur again, and everyone in her vision gradually became indistinct.
A familiar voice slowly woke her up.
She lifted her eyelids and saw the man standing in front of her. Her voice still betrayed her weariness: "Is the annual meeting over?"
Zhou Ji reached out and checked her forehead temperature; it wasn't hot.
He helped her adjust the blanket she was holding to her chest, his voice steady: "Hmm, that's about right."
Zhou Ji was only going to make an appearance tonight and didn't have anything else to do.
“You didn’t eat much just now. Come on, let’s go get some dinner.”
Jiang Yue slowly got up, and he draped his coat over her shoulders, worried that she would catch a cold even in a place with constant air conditioning.
Jiang Yue thought for a moment and asked, "It's not going to be a candlelight dinner, is it?"
Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow and gave her a deep look. "No."
He paused briefly, then calmly took her hand: "If you'd like a candlelight dinner, I'll have them arrange it now."
Jiang Yue shook her head: "No."
The driver was waiting outside, and Zhou Ji left with his men ahead of time, and no one dared to say anything.
They all dared only watch silently, their inner gossips pounding wildly.
How come I never noticed before that there are such well-matched wealthy couples in this world?
Both of them are top-notch in appearance, and what's rare is their equally matched charisma.
After tonight, these unfounded speculations in the industry will calm down for a long time. Smart people can see that Zhou Ji is backing Jiang Yue up.
Those who are clear-headed will no longer resort to underhanded tactics to make things difficult for Jiang Yue.
Making things difficult for Jiang Yue is the same as making things difficult for Zhou Ji.
In Beijing, how many people can afford to offend Zhou Ji? Before resorting to any tricks, they should carefully consider their own capabilities and whether they are qualified.
Hotel entrance.
Gu Chen leaned against the doorpost, lazily smoking a cigarette.
Fu Qingnian glanced at him calmly, his tone indifferent: "Put out your cigarette, I don't want to inhale secondhand smoke."
Gu Chen gave a nonchalant laugh: "I'm annoyed right now."
Fu Qingnian had just dealt with those in the Fu family who had ulterior motives with swift and decisive measures, and he didn't find it annoying at all. So what was there to be annoyed about Gu Chen, this spoiled brat?
As they were talking, they heard the sound of unhurried footsteps.
The high heels landed softly on the carpet, making a gentle tapping sound.
Gu Chen extinguished his cigarette. A gust of wind blew, leaving only a faint smell of tobacco around him, which wasn't too unpleasant. His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jiang Yue.
Under the bright moonlight, a fairy who has mistakenly descended to the mortal world can be seen from afar, but is not to be trifled with.
Gu Chen swallowed silently, put his hands in his pockets, and still looked nonchalant.
Fu Qingnian no longer scrutinized Jiang Yue as he had at the beginning. He quickly turned his gaze to Zhou Ji and casually asked, "Are you leaving already?"
Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, opened the car door, and let Jiang Yue get in first. Only then did he have time to deal with the two of them: "She didn't eat much. I'll take her to have dinner first."
Gu Chen chuckled: "Didn't you eat quite a few small cakes?"
Zhou Ji and Fu Qingnian both looked at him, but Gu Chen was still smiling, though the smile on his lips had faded a little: "Chen Wan also loves that little cake. I just happened to see it when I went to get it for her."
Chen Wan is the female companion that Gu Chen brought over tonight.
She is also his assistant who has been working by his side for the past two years.
The relationship was ambiguous and unclear. Zhou Ji and Fu Qingnian didn't care about his private life and never asked him if it was true or false.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ji's cold expression softened slightly. "I'm leaving now."
He got into the car, still enveloped in a chilling aura.
Jiang Yue felt he wasn't warm enough, so she moved closer to the side.
Zhou Ji always indulged her little schemes, pretending not to see them. Suddenly, he asked, "Did you talk to Gu Chen tonight?"
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