Chapter Ninety-Three: Ah Heng, Ah Heng...
Sixteen years later.
Sunlight shone on the earth, and the market in Qingfeng City was as bustling as ever. The streets were filled with a constant stream of pedestrians, and various stalls along the roadside were selling a dazzling array of goods.
It was springtime, and all the willows planted along the moat had sprouted new buds, their green leaves gleaming like translucent jade in the sunlight.
A graceful figure walked across the white bridge over the moat. She was a woman dressed in purple, her face covered, and she was carrying an oil-paper umbrella decorated with plum blossoms.
Although her face was not clearly visible, her starry eyes, snow-white skin, and graceful figure suggested that she must be a beautiful woman.
The woman holding the oil-paper umbrella was Han Wei. She walked on the stone bridge, looking at the various mortals in Qingfeng City, and recalled scenes from her past life.
If things were still the same as in his previous life, Lu Qingheng would be sixteen years old now.
But in this life, will he really be reincarnated as Lu Qingheng again?
Does Lu Qingheng really still exist in this life?
Han Wei didn't know; she didn't know.
She walked on the cobblestone path, her heart pounding with each step. Her heart was filled with anticipation, yet also with immense nervousness, and behind that nervousness lay even fear. She was afraid—afraid that Lu Qingheng wasn't here. She had come to this Orchid Sorrow Realm, and she didn't even dare use her divine sense to see anything.
Deep down, she was terrified. If Gu Qi hadn't been reincarnated as Lu Qingheng, then whether in her past life or this one, her connection with him was completely severed.
As she walked, Han Wei arrived at the entrance of the Prince of Yan's residence.
Looking at the plaque above the gate of the Prince of Yan's residence, she recalled many things.
If things were the same as in his previous life, Lu Qingheng would already be the Prince of Yan. Lu Qingheng was born weak and sickly. Unfortunately, when he was six years old, his parents were embroiled in the struggle for the throne within the royal family. Although the Prince of Yan did not take sides, he was caught between his two older brothers and could not remain unscathed. In the end, both he and his wife lost their lives.
Six-year-old Lu Qingheng became the new Prince of Yan after his father's death.
The new emperor had just ascended the throne, and this young nephew was frail and sickly; the imperial physicians all said he wouldn't live past twenty, so no one bothered him. Therefore, when the men left behind by the Prince of Yan took him back to his fiefdom—Xiangzhou—no one stopped them.
Lu Qingheng stayed in Qingfeng City in Xiangzhou for ten years. When he was sixteen, Han Wei was seriously injured, lost her memory, and fell into this world. That's when the two of them met.
Han Wei looked up at the Prince of Yan's residence. She walked along the familiar wall and saw a pear blossom peek out from a corner. A breeze blew, and a pear blossom drifted down. Han Wei looked up and caught the crystal-clear, snow-white blossom.
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Inside the Prince Yan's residence, many pear trees were planted. It is said that this was because the late Princess Yan loved pear blossoms, so the Prince Yan planted a large area of pear trees in the residence.
It is now the season when pear blossoms are in full bloom. In the pear grove of the Prince of Yan's mansion, the pear blossoms are as white as snow. The crystal-clear petals are pure white and spotless. When the wind blows, the petals fall like snow.
Under the eaves, a young man sat on a mat, gazing intently at the pear blossoms. He was dressed in snow-white clothes, his long, jet-black hair flowing down his back. Though slender, his features were as perfect as a celestial being, and his temperament was as flawless as the glistening pear blossoms.
The boy's gaze fell on the ground, which was covered with a carpet of pear blossoms, where a cute little cat was rolling around in the pile of petals.
The kitten has fluffy fur and looks to be only three months old. It has two heterochromatic eyes like gemstones, and this little guy is very cute.
Meow~
The adorable kitten rolled around a few times on the carpet of pear blossoms, then ran towards the boy. It darted to him, jumped into his lap, and then nestled against his lap, acting all cute.
The boy stroked the kitten's back, a flawless smile blooming on his jade-like face, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.
"You little rascal, you still love to act cute." Lu Qingheng said with a smile.
Ever since he was a kitten, this kitten would often appear out of nowhere, suddenly appearing in front of him and then disappearing just as suddenly. The little guy had a very strange personality; despite being a cat, it was more picky than a person. It would be picky about whatever it was fed, refusing anything that wasn't the best.
It was also very clever. The maidservants who served him tried several times to catch it and keep it in the palace, but it always managed to escape.
Lu Qingheng smiled and picked up a pastry from the table next to him, placing it near the kitten's mouth. The kitten ate it in small bites.
This cat has the same tastes as a human; it often eats whatever Lu Qingheng eats. Many things that ordinary cats can't eat, this little guy eats with great relish, and it doesn't seem to suffer any consequences.
Lu Qingheng thought more than once that this kitten was probably a spirit.
The adorable calico cat nestled on the boy's lap, lazily enjoying his caresses. Suddenly, it rolled over, its heterochromatic, jewel-like eyes fixed on a spot as if it had discovered something.
"What's wrong?" Lu Qingheng asked, puzzled.
The kitten tilted its head, as if it were thinking.
After thinking for a moment, the kitten decided to pretend it knew nothing and continue to snuggle on Lu Qingheng's lap and sleep in.
Lu Qingheng's clear eyes gazed into the pear orchard. He saw only trees laden with pure white pear blossoms, nothing else. Yet, he had a strange feeling that someone was watching him from there.
Lu Qingheng's feeling was not a misperception.
In that pear blossom grove, a young girl was standing at that moment.
A young girl dressed in purple gauze held an oil-paper umbrella. She stood about twenty paces away, gazing at Lu Qingheng sitting on the veranda, two lines of tears silently rolling down her beautiful face.
Ah Heng, Ah Heng...
Han Wei kept this name in her heart.
Her eyes reflected the boy's image, and a myriad of emotions welled up in her heart.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, you're here.
The boy in her memory, the boy she thought she had forgotten, but in reality she had never forgotten, and he was still there in this life.
Lu Qingheng is still Lu Qingheng, just as she remembers him.
Nothing has changed here.
"Cough cough cough..."
Lu Qingheng, who was sitting on the veranda, suddenly coughed a few times, his face immediately flushing red. The kitten got up and jumped off his lap. The maid standing beside him immediately draped a fox-fur-trimmed robe over Lu Qingheng's shoulders.
"Your Highness, it's windy here, you should go back quickly!"
"Cough cough cough..."
Lu Qingheng coughed a few more times, then stood up with the help of a maid and walked into the house. As he left, he glanced at the pear blossom grove again; he still couldn't see anything, but he had a feeling that someone was there.
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