Chapter 239: We'll Meet Again Someday
Princess Wu Jing jumped into the river, and Shen Yi went crazy.
People heard his heart-wrenching cries and saw his eyes as red as blood. When the Jingzhao Yin's men found Wu Jing's lifeless body downstream of the river, they saw him holding the body and leaving without saying a word.
Someone said, "I saw he was lost."
After that day, Shen Yi became a different person.
He refused all condolences, refused to eat or drink, and built a mourning tent for Wu Jing with his own hands. Later, no one knew what Haisha said to him, but he became crazy and burst into tears and laughter. He looked like a madman.
It was six days later that Pei Xingju received the letter, and by the time he rushed back to the capital from Shuzhou, more than half a month had already passed.
The once bustling princess mansion seemed to have become deserted with Wu Jing's death, with mourning banners hanging everywhere in the mansion.
He pulled Chen Yi out of the study that was filled with the smell of alcohol, but when he saw Chen Yi's appearance, the words of blame in his heart suddenly got stuck in his throat.
In the short time since we last saw each other, Chen Yi had aged considerably. His eye sockets were sunken, his jaw was covered in stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, almost rotting. His once black hair was now half dry and gray.
He was clearly only in his early twenties, but now he looked like a fifty-year-old man.
Seeing him coming, Chen Yi raised his eyes: "You're back? Is everything going well?"
"You..." Pei Xingju was shocked.
I was shocked at how deep Chen Yi's feelings for Princess Wu Jing were, and I was also shocked that love could really kill a person like a knife. My once high-spirited friend was stabbed beyond recognition by this knife.
He sighed sadly and sat down with Chen Yi. He then took the wine jug from his hand and took a sip as well.
After a long while, he said, "The seventh day has passed, it's time for the funeral."
"Funeral? Where will he be buried?" Chen Yi said bitterly, "In her eyes, the entire Dazhao is enemy territory. She would never want to be buried on land stained with the blood of Lu."
"So what are your plans?"
"I'll take her back."
"Where are you going?"
"Go back to Lu." Shen Yi said, "She said she wanted to go home. I will take her back."
"What happens next?" Pei Xingju asked.
"After that..." Chen Yi took a sip of wine and closed his eyes: "From now on, I will make the world my home. I don't want to go back to the capital."
"You're not going to be an official anymore?"
Pei Xingju still remembered how Shen Yi had studied so hard for years before passing the imperial examinations and had endured so much hardship to pursue this path. This was a career that all scholars aspired to, and now, at such a young age, he was planning to give it up.
But on second thought, I felt that perhaps this was the best relief for him.
"Being an official..." Shen Yi laughed at himself, "I have no intention of being an official anymore."
After a long silence, Pei Xingju patted his shoulder and said, "Don't torture yourself. This is not your fault. Your parents are still alive, and you are young and promising. You shouldn't indulge in grief."
Chen Yi cried out, tears streaming down his red eyes.
"You don't know...you don't know..." he said painfully, "She was pregnant with my child when she died."
"I will never be able to forgive myself in my life. I'm sorry for her! I'm sorry for our child!"
After saying that, he sobbed and cried like a child who had lost something without any manner of expression.
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In mid-September, Shen Yi left the capital and set out on the journey back to Lu State with Princess Wu Jing's ashes.
On the day Pei Xingju and Zhuang Wan went to see him off, the sky was overcast and filled with raindrops, which fell on Shen Yi's clothes, hair, and his tired and weathered face.
He smiled and waved to everyone: "I'm leaving, we'll meet again someday."
"treasure!"
"treasure!"
Chen Yi mounted his horse, without even glancing back at the capital, and rode away without a second thought.
Halfway through his walk, he saw a figure waiting by the roadside and stopped again.
"Lord Shen."
Jiang Baohe is waiting there.
She was dressed in plain clothes, with her hair in a simple bun, and walked towards him with a bundle in her arms.
Shen Yi dismounted: "Why is Miss Jiang here?"
"I am waiting for Lord Shen to see you off," she said.
Chen Yi said nothing, but tightened the bag on his shoulder, which contained Wu Jing's urn.
"These are the cakes I made this morning for Lord Shen to eat on the road." Jiang Baohe handed over the bundle.
Chen Yi's gaze lingered on the bundle for a moment before he took it and hung it on the saddle.
"Thank you very much."
"Master Shen..." Jiang Baohe's voice trembled a little, but she tried her best to hold it in: "It's a long journey, take care on the way!"
"Okay." Shen Yi nodded.
Without saying anything more, he jumped on his horse, turned his back to her and waved his sleeves: "Go back, take care of yourself for the rest of your life!"
Jiang Baohe stood there, quietly watching his lonely figure disappear on the official road. After a long moment, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
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