Qing Sui bowed to Mo Yunhan and hurriedly followed.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lian'er and Li Dou also took the water vat and left.
Mo Yunhan stared blankly at Jiang Qingwan's slender back. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the stone tablet in front of him, standing there for a long time, as lonely as a pine tree on a cliff.
The helplessness and guilt towards the deceased is the hardest knife to pull out in this world.
With flesh and blood still attached, the wounds are hard to heal.
He was eight years old when the clouds first appeared.
Having just been bled out by a mage, his thin outer robe concealed his numerous wounds as he staggered through the heavy snow, shivering with cold.
His father had not attended court for a long time and did not want to see him. He stopped the court officials who wanted to burn him alive with just one sentence.
"My little Jiu must not die!"
His father spared his life, but then ignored him completely.
In this vast world, he was like a straw dog, at the mercy of others.
Yun Yaoyao followed her grandmother into the palace to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager. She encountered him, who was almost unconscious from the pain, at a secluded rockery outside the palace.
They gave him a bottle of wound medicine and a piece of pear blossom cake.
He hated the whole world at that time.
He roared and threw the wound medicine at her, crushing the pear blossom cake to pieces.
Yun Yaoyao burst into tears in fright. The eunuch who came looking for her pulled her away, whispering warnings in his ear.
“He is a plague god. Miss Yun should stay away from him or she will be afflicted by the disaster.”
Later, his father allowed him to audit classes at the Imperial Academy. Yun Yaoyao recognized him at a glance and stuffed all sorts of snacks into his hands every day.
He was so focused on changing his fate that he ignored the girl's kindness.
Those snacks did fill his stomach, so he wouldn't go hungry while secretly practicing his skills at night.
Once, Yun Yaoyao was bullied by a few boys. He beat them up until they were black and blue, just to repay the kindness of her giving him snacks, and that was the end of it.
Because of that fight, he was punished by his father and confined to the palace for three months.
After that, he joined the army and never went to the Imperial Academy again. On two occasions, Yun Yaoyao stopped him and asked him with red eyes how he was doing.
He never took it to heart.
Goodbye, that was the day we set off on our expedition...
If time could be reversed, and he had paid more attention, Yun Yaoyao might not have died.
But as Jiang Qingwan said.
No matter what he does, those lucky koi fish will not disappear into the clouds, and those regrets will not be made up for.
It was all just a nightmare in his mind; he couldn't get over that hurdle.
"My lord, it's time to set off."
Night Seven stepped forward to remind him.
Mo Yunhan snapped out of his reverie, his eyes darkening slightly.
After the morning court session, the emperor kept him in the imperial study.
Thirty miles outside the outskirts of Beijing, bandits are active.
More than a dozen people have already been killed.
According to the briefing, the weapon used to kill was the Golden Hook Curved Blade of the Sui Dynasty.
The mechanism is ingenious, even better than before.
This matter concerns the safety of the capital, and the Emperor ordered him to investigate it secretly.
"Has Luo Jiu arrived?"
"We are already waiting at Huangpizipo."
Mo Yunhan took one last look at the stone tablet, then turned around, mounted his horse, and galloped away.
...
As Jiang Qingwan rode her carriage into the alley behind the Prince's Mansion, she heard a familiar voice.
"Jiang Meizi, you've kept your sister waiting."
The carriage stopped, and Jiang Qingwan lifted the curtain to see Mo Qingrui standing at the courtyard gate with a woman and a boy.
The boy saw her and immediately came to greet her with joy.
"Greetings to my benefactor, sister."
It was He Yidong, the son of He Nian, whom she had saved a few days ago.
The woman accompanying Mo Qingrui was naturally Madam Liu.
"Jiang Niangzi".
She curtsied in greeting.
Jiang Qingwan helped Qinghui off the car, looking rather puzzled.
"You two know each other?"
Mo Qingrui smiled and took his arm.
“My mother and her mother are relatives. In terms of seniority, she should call me cousin. Her husband is a straightforward person, and we don’t usually have much contact. Today, she brought her son to visit me, and when we chatted, I learned that she and Jiang Meizi had a special connection. Since we’re already in Chang’an District, how can I not see my savior?”
As she spoke, she skillfully beckoned Liu Shi and He Yidong to walk into the courtyard.
"Dong'er, be careful with these flowers, don't break them."
He Yidong's health has recovered very well.
She was wearing a deep blue long gown, and her hair was tied up with a matching cloth, making her look very energetic.
He bowed in response.
"Dong'er understands."
"Did all of these grow by my benefactor sister? They are so beautiful."
Mo Qingrui chuckled.
“It wasn’t planted by your benefactor sister, it was planted by your benefactor sister’s future husband.”
Jiang Qingwan's brows furrowed slightly.
"Princess Qingrui, please don't speak nonsense."
Mo Qingrui gave her a reproachful look.
"Are you still trying to hide it from me? Didn't you know how busy Sister Song has been these past few days? I heard that the Prince's Mansion secretly purchased a lot of wedding supplies and even had a wedding dress made for my Uncle Jiu. Besides you, there's no other woman by my Uncle Jiu's side. These things are naturally prepared for you."
Jiang Qingwan was quite surprised to hear this.
The imperial decree bestowing the marriage was not publicly read, and she guessed that it was a backup plan that Mo Yunhan wanted to use in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Why would they actually prepare wedding items?
Liu, who was standing nearby, was greatly shocked.
"Does the princess mean that the Ninth Prince wants to marry Lady Jiang? Is she his wife?"
She has been taking care of her son at home these days and rarely inquires about things outside.
She wasn't one to gossip, and she only knew about Jiang Qingwan and Qin Minglang from the doorman's story that day.
Today, she was already shocked to learn that Jiang Qingwan was living in the backyard of the Ninth Prince's mansion and had a close relationship with the Ninth Prince. Now, she was going to marry the Ninth Prince.
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