Upon hearing Ke Min's words, the person sitting up looked up, and a stunningly beautiful face, yet not at all effeminate, came into view.
Her features, which were once so delicate, have now matured and become even more refined.
With a face as fair as jade, and eyes with perfectly curved, elongated corners, this type of eye is what people call fox eyes, destined to be full of romantic encounters. However, this person has an added air of heroism. His dark eyes look over and clearly show affection, yet they also give off a cold feeling.
His lips, with their smooth curves and pale color, were slightly pursed, making one wonder what he was worried about and inexplicably evoking pity.
No wonder his rare appearances in the capital city captivated the hearts of many young ladies from noble families.
Her beautiful eyes swept over the papers in Ke Min's hand, and she spoke softly, her voice like fine jade beads rolling into a cold spring, melodious and clear, "Let me see."
Jiang Yan eventually grew into a person just like his name suggests.
Thinking of the gentleman, whose gentle nature is like jade.
In recent years, Jiang Yan has chosen a completely different path from Feng Ziyi. Contrary to the political maneuvering taught by Mr. Guan Qin, he has entered the world but not the court. Even in the turbulent capital, he has managed to maintain his integrity and seems to have avoided getting involved in the conflicts.
The note was short, just a few lines long. After reading it, Jiang Yan placed it on the candlestick wick and let it burn to ashes.
The flames licked the paper, and the orange-red light spread across it, reflecting on the long, slender, fair, and well-defined fingers that peeked out from under the cloak, adding a touch of warmth to those perpetually pale hands.
“Master, a stranger is walking this way. The person is wearing a loose Taoist robe and a bamboo hat, making it difficult to discern their figure. Judging from their gait, they should be a woman.”
The guards who had been hiding in the shadows around the courtyard suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Yan, bowed respectfully, and reported to the strange visitor.
Kemin was surprised to find an expression he had never seen before in his master's usually quiet and indifferent black eyes.
The emotional fluctuations were so intense that they were so obvious that they didn't need to be examined closely; they were laid bare. This was extremely unusual for a master who was usually good at hiding his thoughts.
Jiang Yan suddenly stood up and walked towards the courtyard gate. His crimson cloak slipped off his shoulder without being tied with a brocade ribbon, but he didn't care.
Kemin grabbed his cloak and quickly followed, saying, "Master, it's cold."
Jiang Yan left in a hurry. Three years ago, when he learned of his master's death from Feng Ziyi, he thought it was Feng Ziyi trying to help his master get rid of his scheme. When Mr. Guan Qin handed him that letter, looking at the familiar handwriting, he felt an unbearable soreness in his chest and all hopelessness.
The letter was short, only two pages long, and could be read quickly. One and a half pages were dedicated to Feng Ziyi, while the only message left for him was "Hope you are well."
I hope you are well, I hope you are well—how ironic.
He was all alone in this world, and the only one who gave him warmth was Shu Yun. She left this world just like that, how could he find peace?
After Jiang Yan finished his studies with Guan Qin, he always acted with composure and grace, and for a long time in the capital, no one noticed the problem with his leg.
He walked very fast, and then started running. His jet-black hair was whipped about by the wind and flew behind him, just like his heart, which held a secret joy.
Ke Min, who was closely following Jiang Yan, saw his master's flaw that almost no one knew about. The wide, sweeping run made Jiang Yan's limp even more obvious.
As Jiang Yan's subordinate, he naturally knew about this matter. He was just surprised and curious about who could make his master lose his composure like this.
Jiang Yan suddenly stopped in front of the door, his heart pounding heavily and rapidly. For some reason, after listening to his subordinates' account, he felt that it was that person, but he was also afraid that it would all be a false alarm.
The door in front of him was gently knocked on by someone holding the brass ring on the outside. The old door made a clanging sound that reached Jiang Yan's ears.
He reached out and pulled open the door, the bottom of the wooden door creaking as it scraped against the ground.
The woman in the blue Taoist robe outside the door seemed to be stunned when she saw who opened the door. She didn't expect it to be him.
He quickly skimmed through the densely written destiny chart and got a general understanding of the situation.
Jiang Yan and Feng Ziyi followed Guan Qin on his studies for a year and a half before finally returning to Lan Dynasty. Feng Ziyi immediately chose to take the imperial examination and, without a doubt, passed the provincial, metropolitan, and palace examinations without any obstacles. No one could overshadow him, and he became the top scholar in the imperial examination and took up an official post.
Unfortunately, he did not hold a high official position. Even though he demonstrated his outstanding talent in the imperial examinations, the officialdom was already thoroughly corrupt, with a complex and intertwined network of interests. Feng Ziyi, who was upright and honest, could not fit in and was ostracized by everyone.
In the end, he only managed to become a lowly ninth-rank official, a county magistrate.
Feng Ziyi was not angry. He did his job well and diligently managed the trivial matters of the county.
As for Jiang Yan, he neither participated in the imperial examinations nor served as anyone's retainer. Although he lived in the capital, he seemed to be detached from the power struggles.
His destiny chart subtly reveals that he is in business, and on a considerable scale. After three years, he has become a wealthy and powerful businessman.
Originally, as long as Jiang Yan did not interfere with Feng Ziyi's life trajectory, it would not have been a problem for the God of Shuyun to promote a mortal. However, according to the Book of Fate, Jiang Yan has now decided to interfere in the court.
Feng Ziyi's tribulation will take place in the imperial court. Given Jiang Yan's abilities, if he were to enter the court, it would be difficult to say whether Feng Ziyi or Jiang Yan would ultimately become an official.
If the destiny book written for Feng Ziyi is stolen by someone else in the mortal realm, it will likely not only affect Feng Ziyi's tribulation, but Jiang Yan will also be seen as someone who deprives others of their destiny.
Jiang Yan in the mortal realm should have died in that dark and filthy alley in Qiliu Lane, Pingyang. Even if an ordinary person saved him by chance, it wouldn't have changed his fate. But the person who saved him was one of the most powerful gods in the entire world.
That's how he came to have such a brilliant and dazzling life.
Ultimately, it was she who caused all this trouble.
Shu Yun rubbed her temples, realizing she had to return to the mortal realm after just waking up.
"I buried the body I borrowed last time a long time ago. Three years have passed, and it's probably already rotten. You don't mean you want me to use that body, do you?"
“No need, no need,” Si Ming said with great joy when he saw that the High God Shu Yun had agreed to descend to the mortal realm to resolve the matter. “I informed His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor long ago and borrowed a sacred object from the Heavenly Palace. The High God can directly descend to the mortal realm in the body of a High God.”
Shu Yun looked at the small, exquisite lantern in his hand, its seven-colored light slowly flowing; it was indeed a sacred object from the Heavenly Palace.
"Glass lamp".
With this item, she could suppress the power of the gods and prevent her overwhelming power from affecting the mortal realm.
She nodded in satisfaction, shrinking the glass lamp until it disappeared into her palm; she was unwilling to possess the body of a dead person.
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