After saying these words, Qi Yue first froze, then burst into tears.

“Are you crazy? Why are you saying this now?” she reached out to hug his neck, hanging on him as she cried. “Is this the time to say such things? Who confesses in a place like this!”

Chang Yuncheng laughed heartily, reaching out to embrace her shoulders.

“Then, who is he? Why does you coming here have to do with him?” Qi Yue wiped her tears and asked urgently, looking at the white bones under the glass case.

Chang Yuncheng also looked over.

“Him,” he said, his gaze falling on that surgical knife. “It’s Yunqi.”

Qi Yue was shocked.

“Him? How could it be him?” she shouted.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside.

With all the crying and laughing in here, the management staff hesitated repeatedly before finally rushing in.

This skeleton couldn’t withstand being scattered again!

The footsteps made the two temporarily separate.

“You, you need to be careful, civilized viewing, protecting cultural relics is everyone’s responsibility. Damaging cultural relics carries legal consequences,” the staff member shouted.

Qi Yue hurriedly promised repeatedly that they wouldn’t damage the cultural relics.

“What happened? Tell me quickly,” she pulled Chang Yuncheng’s arm and asked in a low voice.

What happened…

Chang Yuncheng looked at the knife held in the white bones’ embrace.

“Give me the surgical knife,” Chang Yunqi extended his hand and said.

Chang Yuncheng looked at him, snorted with laughter, and said nothing, having someone come in to bring foot washing water.

“Chang Yuncheng, do you want to find her or not?” Chang Yunqi asked.

Chang Yuncheng didn’t speak, returning to that state where he seemed not to see anyone else in the room, doing his own things.

“Chang Yuncheng, have you ever thought that A’Ru might be right, that she might really have gone back,” Chang Yunqi also said to himself. “Her belongings, have you looked at them?”

Chang Yuncheng put his feet into the copper basin, causing the water to splash.

“Are all her things there?” Chang Yunqi asked, slowly pacing.

A’Ru beside them concentrated on recalling.

Qi Yueniang’s body was ordered by the emperor to be transported to the capital, with Chang Yuncheng following behind, escorting her all the way to the capital until the emperor again ordered that Chang Yuncheng was never to enter the capital.

This capital didn’t just mean the city itself, but the entire capital region, including where Qi Yueniang was buried.

Not only could he not be buried with her, he wasn’t even allowed to see her.

Chang Yuncheng stopped outside the capital, with all proper funeral rites observed. After Qi Yueniang was buried for seven days, he turned and left.

By then, according to his orders, they had almost completely searched the river where the accident occurred, finding everything.

Actually, there hadn’t been much on their boat. The medicinal materials had already been supplied to the special army, and the gold, silver, and valuables were all in boxes, making them easy to salvage. Her clothes and jewelry weren’t numerous either. Besides that…

A’Ru had a sudden realization.

“The medicine box,” Chang Yuncheng suddenly stood up, but forgot he was washing his feet and nearly slipped.

“Yes, the medicine box,” A’Ru shouted. “That medicine box was what she brought! It came with her the day the young lady hanged herself! She told me then that it was left by her grandmother, but later she told me that it was the medicine box she had with her when she met with the accident over there!”

Chang Yunqi looked at Chang Yuncheng and smiled.

“Do you believe it now?” he asked.

Chang Yuncheng stood in the foot washing basin.

“I don’t believe you, I believe her,” he said, looking toward A’Ru.

If she had told A’Ru, then she hadn’t lied.

“The medicine box must have gone with her,” Chang Yunqi continued, pointing to Chang Yuncheng’s waist. “The only thing she truly left behind that belonged to her is this knife.”

Chang Yuncheng had already removed his armor and was wearing everyday clothes, with a leather sheath hanging from his waist that never left his side day or night.

He lowered his head, reached out to take it, opened it and drew out the surgical knife, holding it in his hand, perfectly matching the scar in his palm.

“With this, perhaps we can find her,” Chang Yunqi said, extending his hand. “Give it to me.”

Chang Yuncheng looked at him, put the knife back in its sheath, sat down and slowly dried his feet.

Chang Yunqi shook his head.

“I killed that girl from the Rao family,” he suddenly said.

A’Ru beside them stared at him in shock.

Chang Yuncheng’s hand drying his feet also stopped.

“I think this is the most satisfying thing I’ve done in my life,” Chang Yunqi said, laughing with excitement flashing in his eyes. “You lost your position as heir, your mother will suffer torment and guilt for life, you mother and son will torment each other in pain, but you have no way to resolve it…”

At this point, he stopped smiling.

“However, I still feel somewhat sad,” he sighed. “Yueniang still wanted to be with you. I originally thought she would be happy. You mother and son bullied her so much, seeing you in such a state, she should have been happiest, but unexpectedly…”

At this point he smiled again.

“But now I’m relieved,” he laughed. “So that wasn’t my Yueniang. My Yueniang was already killed by you long ago, so seeing you like this now, my Yueniang must be very happy. The one who was unhappy and sad wasn’t my Yueniang, but your Yueniang…”

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind came, and a fist struck his face heavily.

Chang Yunqi fell straight into the corner, hitting the table corner, then bounced back and fell face down on the ground.

A’Ru covered her mouth, desperately stifling her scream.

“Get out,” Chang Yuncheng said simply.

Chang Yunqi’s face immediately swelled, his mouth and nose full of blood, but he still supported himself on the table to stand up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Seeing the blood on his hand, he smiled.

“I said, perhaps I can help you find your Yueniang. If you believe me, come find me at Puli Temple outside the city,” he said. Because his mouth was broken, his speech was somewhat slurred and unclear. “Three days, I’ll only wait three days. If you don’t come, pretend I never came.”

With that, he turned and left.

The room fell into silence, with Chang Yuncheng standing in the center with his hands at his sides, motionless for a long time.

“What happened next?” Qi Yue shook his arm and asked.

She couldn’t stand seeing Chang Yuncheng in a daze now, especially in this environment.

“Where was I just now?” Chang Yuncheng smiled, reaching out to pat Qi Yue’s head reassuringly.

This woman hadn’t been timid before, but now she was truly pitifully timid…

She watched him constantly, careful and cautious, trembling with fear, as if closing her eyes would mean never seeing him again…

“You were saying that man heard someone say there was a way to help him find his beloved,” the staff member nearby couldn’t help but remind them.

Because outsiders were present, Chang Yuncheng had spoken very vaguely and simply. He just said a man had lost his beloved, keeping only her belongings and grieving daily, then met a man who said he could help him find his beloved back.

This kind of love story was most attractive to women. Although the male staff member thought it was too effeminate and ridiculous for a grown man to tell stories, the female staff member in her twenties, at the age when she most yearned for love stories, listened happily.

“Later, did that man believe him? Did he go find that man?” she couldn’t help but urge.

Later…

Chang Yuncheng stepped into the meditation room and saw that Chang Yunqi wasn’t the only one sitting in the room. Across from him, playing chess, was an old monk with kind eyes and brows.

Seeing him enter, Chang Yunqi made his move.

“Master, I won,” he said.

The old monk smiled and chanted a Buddhist phrase.

“When illness strikes, one seeks doctors desperately – human nature. It’s not strange that the young lord won,” he said.

“Alright, stop the nonsense. What do you want?” Chang Yuncheng said, lifting his robes to sit down.

“To give up is to gain, only by giving up can one receive. Master Chang is a wise man,” the old monk said with a smile.

Chang Yuncheng said nothing.

“However, giving up doesn’t necessarily mean gaining. It depends on whether Master Chang is willing to give up,” the old monk said, changing his tone.

“I’m willing,” Chang Yuncheng answered simply.

The old monk nodded.

“The young lord found this old monk and spoke of this mysterious matter. This old monk once acquired a mysterious method in his early years that might help Master Chang,” he said directly. “However, Master Chang surely knows this matter is mysterious and inconceivable. So while this old monk is willing to help, whether it succeeds depends on heaven’s will.”

Chang Yuncheng nodded.

“Big brother, aren’t you going to ask what you need to do?” Chang Yunqi asked from the side.

“What’s there to ask?” Chang Yuncheng said indifferently.

Chang Yunqi nodded and smiled, extending his hand.

“Give it to me,” he said.

“What?” Chang Yuncheng asked.

“The surgical knife,” Chang Yunqi said.

Chang Yuncheng didn’t move.

“It’s like this. The young lord said this object is the only real thing that woman left in this world, so only it can send Master Chang to where that woman is,” the old monk explained from the side.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I held it?” Chang Yuncheng said.

The old monk shook his head.

“To see bones but not the person – Master Chang, if you hold it, you can go over there, but she would see you while you couldn’t see her,” he said.

Chang Yuncheng frowned.

From childhood, he had kept respectful distance from these mysterious monks and Taoists. That he could sit here listening to this mystical talk until now, he felt he must be crazy.

But living like this, it was better to be crazy.

He said nothing more, removing the surgical knife from his waist and handing it over.

Chang Yunqi took it, playing with it in his hands.

The old monk took out a completely green jade ring from his sleeve, but stopped before handing it over.

“Master Chang, you must know this matter cannot be guaranteed, not knowing when or where. Are you willing?” the old monk asked again.

Chang Yuncheng reached out and took the jade ring.

“That’s it?” he asked.

“That’s it,” the old monk nodded. “All Master Chang needs to do is wait.”

Chang Yuncheng hummed and stood up.

“Master Chang, the most difficult thing in the world is waiting,” the old monk called out to him. “Have you thought it through?”

Chang Yuncheng glanced at him.

“No, the most difficult thing in the world is not even having the chance to wait,” he said.

The old monk shook his head, looking at him with some compassion.

“First, you must wait for the young lord’s natural death before the bones can be sent,” he said slowly.

Chang Yuncheng was stunned, looking toward Chang Yunqi.

“So you’d better live well. Don’t die before I do, or everything will be ruined,” Chang Yunqi smiled, turning the surgical knife over in his hands. “Or you could pray for me to die sooner, rather than waiting until you’re seventy or eighty to see your Yueniang. What use would seeing her be then?”

Chang Yuncheng smiled slightly.

As long as he could see her, even once, it would be enough.

“Then you must wait more,” the old monk continued. “The moment the young lord dies naturally is the moment you leave this place. But it’s not the moment you can reach that woman. You’ll be stripped from the world, trapped under a dark tower, waiting for the moment opportunity arrives. If fortunate, a hundred or thousand years; if unfortunate, endless, limitless, boundless. During this time, you’ll be neither dead nor alive, neither human nor ghost.”

At this point, he looked at Chang Yuncheng.

“Master Chang, can you wait through this kind of waiting?” he asked.

Chang Yuncheng said nothing and turned to leave.

“Master Chang, have you thought about this – what if this opportunity never comes? Even if the young lord sends the bones, she might not see this surgical knife, or even if she sees it, she might not take it. Then you’ll be forever trapped in that dark world, endless, limitless, boundless. Are you willing?”

“Master Chang, have you thought about this – what if you really can get there, but she might be a young child, or white-haired and wrinkled, or already just dry bones. Are you willing?”

“Master Chang, do you know this matter has only one chance in ten million, one fate in ten thousand? Are you truly willing?”

Behind him, the old monk’s voice grew louder and louder.

Chang Yuncheng had reached the door. He turned back.

“I’m willing,” he said.

The old monk looked at him, bowing his head and chanting a Buddhist phrase.

Chang Yuncheng stepped one foot over the threshold when Chang Yunqi called out to him again.

“Chang Yuncheng,” he said with a mocking smile, tossing the knife up and catching it. “Do you trust me just like that?”

Chang Yuncheng withdrew his gaze and strode away.

The woman’s hand shaking his arm brought Chang Yuncheng back to his senses again. He looked at the white bones before him, his gaze falling on the simulation portrait beside them.

The painting showed an elegant young gentleman standing with a smile.

“I trusted you,” he exhaled, looking at the portrait and saying quietly. “But whether you believe it or not, I didn’t spend every day hoping for your early death.”

“That man died of illness six years later at his post and was buried holding the knife. Did that man find his woman?” the staff member asked urgently.

“He found her,” Chang Yuncheng glanced at her and said, then looked at Qi Yue, smiling as he reached out to pat her head.

Qi Yue naturally knew what he meant and couldn’t help but tear up again, reaching out to hug his arm.

“That’s it?” the female staff member felt the story was uninteresting. “It’s that simple?”

That terrible darkness…

That terrible waiting…

That lonely thousand years…

That consciousness without knowing spring, summer, autumn, winter, cold, heat, or seasons, conscious as neither human nor ghost, neither living nor dead…

Empty, silent, boundless and endless.

Chang Yuncheng smiled slightly and nodded.

“Yes, just that simple, very easy,” he smiled.

The female staff member waved her hand in disappointment.

“What kind of story is this? Not romantic at all. Might as well change it to eternal love between those two men…” she muttered.

“Only you women like listening to stories. What’s there to listen to? Stories are just stories,” the male staff member snorted.

They talked and laughed while again instructing the two to view civilized, then left reassured.

Although the story was a bit boring, at least their behavior didn’t seem like that of crazy people.

The room quieted down. Chang Yuncheng said nothing, turning to see Qi Yue looking at him.

“What are you looking at?” he smiled quietly, reaching out to pat her forehead.

“Really that simple? He died and you came over?” Qi Yue asked.

“Yes, what else would happen?” Chang Yuncheng smiled, pulling her into his arms. “Don’t think randomly. Anyway, I’m here with you now, alive and well.”

Qi Yue was half-believing.

“But time and space… these logics don’t match up…” she frowned.

Chang Yuncheng shook her.

“Hey, don’t say these things I can’t understand. Say something I can understand,” he said dissatisfied, while looking at the glass case in front of them. “For example, why isn’t this tomb sealed up?”

Oh no, this topic had finally come!

“Actually exposing bones to daylight like this, this is really too much!” Chang Yuncheng said.

Qi Yue cried out in alarm, reaching out to grab Chang Yuncheng’s arm.

“No, listen to me…” she hurriedly shouted.

The two staff members who had just walked to the tomb entrance hadn’t even steadied themselves when they heard a woman’s scream from inside and the sound of something breaking.

The two looked at each other, their faces showing shock and terror.

It’s over!

Now they’d really lose their jobs!

“Come quickly!”

The entire scenic area was in an uproar again.