The sun and moon bear witness.
Jiang Jingshu held those hands, calling out Xie Zhijin's name. She finally realized that this was not a dream.
"It's me."
The tactile sensation in my hands was real, and the sounds in my ears were real too.
She finally saw the person in front of her; his eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were all clearly visible.
"How did you get here?" Jiang Jingshu hugged Xie Zhijin tightly, whose body was still trembling slightly.
"Jiang Jingshu, thanks to you." Xie Zhijin gently patted Jiang Jingshu's back. "I saw you again, and touched you."
"Now that you've come, will you leave again?" Jiang Jingshu still held Xie Zhijin tightly, afraid to let go, lest he disappear. At this moment, she felt like someone consumed by anxiety and uncertainty, and could only cling tightly to the person before her.
"Jiang Jingshu." Xie Zhijin called her name softly, "I can stay for an hour."
Jiang Jingshu nodded. During this hour, she didn't say anything; she just wanted to hold Xie Zhijin like this.
Xie Zhijin simply let her hug him. When he saw the painting on Jiang Jingshu's desk, Xie Zhijin spoke to her in a low voice, "It's very beautiful."
Jiang Jingshu buried her head in Xie Zhijin's arms again, nuzzling him gently, without saying a word.
As the hour was about to end, Xie Zhijin lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Jiang Jingshu's head, saying tenderly, "Jiang Jingshu, I should go now."
Jiang Jingshu tightened her embrace and shook her head somewhat reluctantly, "Will you come again in the future?"
"meeting."
Xie Zhijin asked almost without hesitation, "Jiang Jingshu, do you know how I got here?"
"When I want to see you, I will burn a painting you gave me, and then I can come here. You have painted so many paintings for me, so at least for the next month, I can come to see you every day."
Jiang Jingshu was very glad that she had drawn many pictures for him at that time.
If she hadn't painted those works, perhaps she would never have seen Xie Zhijin today.
She gave the painting, into which she poured her love, to him, who also harbored deep feelings for her.
His love and her love coexist in this painting, perhaps they can truly open a time-space passage.
"That's enough." Jiang Jingshu sniffed and left Xie Zhijin's embrace, but Xie Zhijin pulled her back, and she bumped into Xie Zhijin's firm arms again. Xie Zhijin's voice still echoed in her ears, he said, "Not enough."
That's really not enough.
Jiang Jingshu smiled and hugged Xie Zhijin back, "Xie Zhijin, I'll be going back to the modern world in half a month."
"You've found a way?" Xie Zhijin asked.
Jiang Jingshu nodded.
An hour passed, and Xie Zhijin felt his arms were empty, leaving only the girl's lingering tears.
Jiang Jingshu stared blankly at the disappearing figure in front of her. Looking at her empty arms, her eyes welled up with tears.
She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes again.
She wasn't actually sure if the method would work, but she decided to give it a try.
Since the first opportunity to travel through time was triggered by the water in the pond in the Imperial Garden, would falling into the same place again trigger this time travel mechanism?
She did not tell Xie Zhijin about the plan, so when she handed the birthday painting to Shen Qian and received the due reward, she asked Zhou Mingyuan to take the nanny away.
Her marriage to Zhou Mingyuan had been called off, and the day before Jiang Jingshu decided to jump into the lake, she went to see Zhou Mingyuan.
The two sat in the pavilion, and Jiang Jingshu brewed a cup of tea for Zhou Mingyuan and handed it to him.
Zhou Mingyuan picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.
Jiang Jingshu couldn't help but laugh, "Young Master, I see you're in such a hurry to drink your tea."
“After all, it was His Highness who personally poured it.” Zhou Mingyuan gestured to the maid beside him to drape a cloak over Jiang Jingshu.
Jiang Jingshu tightened her clothes. "Thank you."
"Your Highness, is today our last tea?" Zhou Mingyuan poured himself another pot of tea, seemingly unsatisfied. He then asked Ayu to fetch a jar of wine.
Jiang Jingshu smelled the alcohol and felt a sense of familiarity. "Jasmine?"
“Your Highness is indeed perceptive. This is a wine I brewed with jasmine. It has a refreshing taste, and I’m sure you’ll like it,” Zhou Mingyuan said, then poured a glass for Jiang Jingshu.
"This is the first time I've seen you drink." Jiang Jingshu smiled, picked up her glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Upon tasting the jasmine flavor, Jiang Jingshu smiled; it truly was a fine wine.
"I'm in the mood today. I didn't drink much before and didn't understand why people used to drown their sorrows in alcohol, but now I do."
Zhou Mingyuan chuckled self-deprecatingly. People in the past used alcohol to drown their sorrows, but they used strong liquor to dispel their disappointment and grief.
What Zhou Mingyuan borrowed was the wine that his beloved loved most, to soothe the sorrow of not being able to have her.
"Can you tell me about it?" Jiang Jingshu was a bit greedy for wine; it was indeed delicious, and she had already poured three glasses.
Zhou Mingyuan looked at Jiang Jingshu and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Your Highness, you wouldn't understand."
“How do you know I don’t understand?” Jiang Jingshu said.
Zhou Mingyuan was at a loss for words. Of course, she wouldn't understand his feelings for her.
Fueled by alcohol, Zhou Mingyuan looked directly into Jiang Jingshu's eyes and said, "Your Highness, I lied to you."
"What?" Jiang Jingshu asked him.
"Marrying you isn't just a temporary measure." Zhou Mingyuan poured himself another glass of wine. "My feelings for you are also genuine."
Jiang Jingshu smiled and drank another glass. "Thank you for your appreciation."
"Your Highness, are you leaving?" Zhou Mingyuan put down his wine cup and walked towards Jiang Jingshu.
Jiang Jingshu subconsciously took a step back.
"It's getting chilly lately, Your Highness, please wear more clothes and drink more ginger soup. Before you leave, please give me a painting." Zhou Mingyuan looked at Jiang Jingshu's actions and unconsciously took a step back.
"good."
Jiang Jingshu readily agreed. Zhou Mingyuan raised his glass, and he was unusually flustered. Something seemed to be flashing in his eyes, but Jiang Jingshu couldn't see it clearly.
"Zhou Mingyuan, you will meet someone you truly love."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingyuan simply smiled and shook his head, then downed another glass of wine, saying, "That's all."
there is none left.
You are the best one.
I will never meet anyone who makes my heart flutter more than you.
Zhou Mingyuan simply stood up, and the maid beside him quickly helped him up. He waved his hand and swayed as he prepared to leave.
Jiang Jingshu stood there watching Zhou Mingyuan's retreating figure. She knew that this parting might be the last time they would ever see each other.
“Zhou Mingyuan,” she called out to him, “you are the soulmate I’ve chosen for this lifetime.”
Zhou Mingyuan simply turned around, raised his glass to Jiang Jingshu, and said, "Be happy with him."
After he finished speaking, he stumbled away.
Jiang Jingshu was also helped back to her bedchamber by palace maids.
Seeing that she had drunk a lot of wine, the nanny quickly made her some hangover soup to help her sober up.
Jiang Jingshu seemed to have a very long dream. She dreamed of Xie Zhijin drinking and Xie Zhijin crying in his room.
She saw Xie Zhijin asking all the Taoist priests, just to find a way to find her again.
She dreamt that Xie Zhijin always went to a hospital, holding fresh jasmine flowers in his hands, but she couldn't see the person in the hospital bed.
She dreamed of so many things.
She dreamt that she returned to modern society and saw Xie Zhijin kneeling before her with a bouquet of flowers, asking, "Can you stay with me forever?"
She turned her head shyly and accepted the flowers Xie Zhijin offered.
However, when the dream ended, she finally woke up.
Beside her, Xie Zhijin was holding her hand.
“I didn’t paint this time, so why are you here?” Jiang Jingshu asked him.
Xie Zhijin held Jiang Jingshu's hand tightly and said shyly, "I've come to meet your parents."
Jiang Jingshu was somewhat surprised, but Xie Zhijin said, "I met with the headmistress alone today, but it doesn't count. I brought your photo with me."
Jiang Jingshu smiled and shook Xie Zhijin's hand in return. Xie Zhijin then said, "The headmistress said you are very beautiful and asked me to take you to see her next time."
“I told the headmistress that I haven’t met your parents yet, so I dressed up specially today to meet your nanny.”
Xie Zhijin was dressed in ancient clothing, which made Jiang Jingshu both amused and exasperated. "Did you buy this in modern times?"
“I feel that wearing modern clothes would leave a bad impression on the old lady.”
Jiang Jingshu smiled and took Xie Zhijin's hand, "She won't."
After saying that, Jiang Jingshu pulled Xie Zhijin to see the old nanny.
The old woman was embroidering something when Jiang Jingshu pulled Xie Zhijin into the old woman's room.
The old woman hurriedly stood up. "Your Highness." Seeing Jiang Jingshu and Xie Zhijin's hands clasped together, she was shocked and quickly closed the door. "You, what are you doing..."
Jiang Jingshu raised her hand, which was clasped tightly with Xie Zhijin's, and said, "Granny, this is the young master I've been talking about."
Xie Zhijin, dressed in a light blue long gown, exuded a scholarly air. He bowed slightly and greeted the old woman.
The old woman quickly helped Xie Zhijin up, saying, "Good, good child."
Noticing the embroidery work done by the old woman, Jiang Jingshu couldn't help but take a look ahead. Just one glance, and she froze on the spot.
The old woman smiled kindly, "You see, I originally wanted to show it to you on your wedding day."
That was a wedding dress.
It's exquisite and beautiful.
Jiang Jingshu knew that the old woman must have used that money to buy things; it was the old woman's retirement money that she had given to the old woman. She never expected that it would end up being spent on herself.
"I've just finished embroidering too, come and see, what do you think?" The old woman beckoned Xie Zhijin over, then gently touched Jiang Jingshu's forehead. "Now that it's been discovered, take a look, do you like it?"
Jiang Jingshu nodded vigorously, "I love it, I love it so much."
The old woman didn't ask Xie Zhijin which family's son he was, nor did she ask him if he was an official. She only asked Xie Zhijin one question from beginning to end.
She asked, "Is it truly your sincerity towards His Highness?"
Xie Zhijin said seriously, "My heart for her is as clear as the sun and the moon."
"You just need to treat her well." The old woman patted the two of their hands, her eyes a little moist. "Good children, this old servant trusts His Highness's judgment and knows that you are a good person. But this old servant still hopes that you can treat His Highness well."
"Don't worry, Granny." Xie Zhijin nodded heavily, glancing gently at Jiang Jingshu beside him. "I will definitely treat her well."
"We will never let you down."
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