The people in the residence had never seen Ji Yunshu before.

Everyone was quite surprised to see their master bring back such a beautiful young lady and say they must respect this young lady as they respected him.

But no one dared disobey the master’s orders!

Afterward, Qi’er pushed Su Ziluo, and together with Ji Yunshu they headed to the rear courtyard.

They had just reached the corridor when they heard the sound of sword practice coming from the courtyard behind.

The weapon swung, cutting through the air, that sharp metallic sound scraping past their ears again and again.

When they reached the rear courtyard, the sound of the weapon grew louder and louder. Sure enough, they saw Jingrong wearing half a mask, practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Each of his sword strikes was executed with great force.

As if an enemy stood right before him!

The moment Ji Yunshu saw him, she couldn’t help but redden her eyes.

Tears kept welling up!

Nearly falling.

Su Ziluo was right beside her. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, he could understand her feelings at this moment!

Three years of waiting, three years of searching, three years of longing.

That feeling—he understood it better than anyone.

Finally, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. Qi’er released his wheelchair and quietly withdrew.

Ji Yunshu walked step by step toward the courtyard, slowly approaching Jingrong…

Jingrong suddenly sensed someone approaching. His wrist tightened, the sword blade turned, and he thrust it toward the direction of the newcomer, extremely swiftly.

However—

The moment he clearly saw the face of the newcomer, his steps halted, and the hand thrusting forward froze abruptly in mid-air.

At this moment, the tip of that sword was positioned right before Ji Yunshu’s eyes.

Only a finger’s width away.

Just a bit further forward, and it could pierce into Ji Yunshu’s eyes.

However, Ji Yunshu showed no intention of dodging.

To walk before the man she had waited three years for, she had become so bold, so resolute without looking back!

At any cost.

Even death didn’t matter!

Jingrong was utterly astonished, those sword-like brows knitting tightly, unable to believe: “How can it be you?”

Why would she appear here?

And how would she know he was here?

The next moment, Jingrong’s gaze moved past Ji Yunshu to see Su Ziluo now in the corridor.

Su Ziluo’s eyes remained as calm as ever.

As if nothing could stir any ripples in his heart.

And in Jingrong’s heart, he also faintly… realized something!

He withdrew the sword in his hand, stepped back, using a pair of cold, deep eyes to question everything before him.

At this moment, Su Ziluo rolled his wheelchair over, reaching Ji Yunshu’s side. He raised his gaze to look at Jingrong, speaking: “Lichuan, no—I should address you as Prince Rong.”

Jingrong’s hand gripping the sword trembled violently: “What did you say?”

Prince Rong?

“This is your true identity—a prince of Great Lin!”

“…”

“They say Great Lin produced a prince with illustrious military achievements who quelled rebellions, set things right, and helped the emperor ascend to his position. Yet the person most qualified to be emperor… was him! But he didn’t care for the imperial throne, preferring instead to roam the martial world with a woman, living a carefree life. Some said he was too infatuated, others said he was too foolish, still others said he was supremely devoted and righteous! And the facts proved that the supreme devotion and righteousness he gave were worth it, because that woman, for his sake, waited painstakingly for three years, searched for three years, even willing to pay the price of her life. Such deep affection—no one can match it!” Every word Su Ziluo spoke was crystal clear.

Hearing these words, Ji Yunshu’s tears had already fallen.

Because the story Su Ziluo was telling was exactly what happened between her and Jingrong before!

Listening to these matters concerning himself, Jingrong’s memory could search out nothing…

Of course, there was also tremendous shock.

Suppressing all his emotions, he asked heavily: “What on earth is going on? What exactly is happening?”

Su Ziluo explained to him: “Three years ago, Qujiang and the surrounding small nations fought a battle at Jianbei. The Emperor sent me to assist. On the victorious return journey to the capital… I accidentally encountered a traveling merchant caravan of Hu people. Unexpectedly, I discovered you among them. But at that time, you were covered in wounds, nearly dead! They told me they had found you in a forest in Huyi. At the time you were severely injured, your blood nearly drained dry. Later they saved you, bringing you back from death’s door several times. But your injuries were truly too severe. Those Hu people several times wanted to abandon you, but couldn’t bear to, so they brought you all the way to Qujiang. So I took you away, found Divine Physician Wen, and had you saved. But… when you woke up, you remembered nothing. Only every night you would call out a name—Yunshu! These two words, you kept on your lips constantly. Even though you forgot her, her place in your heart never changed. And I brought you back to Yanjing, concealing everything.”

His tone held no guilt!

Nor any regret.

As if concealing all this was perfectly natural and justified.

Jingrong’s emotions were fluctuating bit by bit, surging uncomfortably in his chest.

Ji Yunshu wiped away her tears, turning to ask Su Ziluo: “Why… why conceal it?”

Su Ziluo met her gaze, his tone still calm as he said: “There are some things I cannot tell you. Don’t ask too many questions, because I won’t tell you.”

“Even at this point, you still want to keep things from me?”

“Yes, I want to keep it from you!” Su Ziluo was very firm, then looked at Jingrong. “You’ve asked me twice who you are. But I lied to you both times. However, I also said you never owed me anything, so as long as you’re willing, you can leave at any time!”

Jingrong seemed unwilling to listen anymore, his steps retreating once again.

His gaze tightening slightly, with nowhere to rest!

Su Ziluo knew he shouldn’t stay here any longer. What he needed to say, he had said. So he spoke: “You two have a good talk.”

Then he rolled his wheelchair away!

In the entire courtyard, only the two of them remained.

Ji Yunshu was still digesting Su Ziluo’s words just now. Looking at Jingrong who was similarly digesting all this, she walked closer with reddened eyes: “I originally planned to tell you everything after taking you back to Great Lin. What Master Su said is correct! You are a prince of Great Lin. Three years ago, you went with me to Huyi because… because I am the Princess Imperial of Huyi. For the old grievances of our fathers’ generation, my elder brother Bai Yin and I, under our uncle’s arrangement, decided to surround the palace and seize the throne. That night, you led troops into the palace but were trapped inside a hall by a great fire. Big Brother Lang said he personally saw you struck by a beam from within the hall. After the great fire was extinguished, they didn’t find your body—only the armor you wore at the time! So we searched for you for a very, very long time… They all said you had died, your bones scattered with the great fire. But I didn’t believe it. I knew you were still alive, that you were waiting for me to find you, waiting for me to bring you home!”

Her voice trembled terribly.

She tried to grasp Jingrong’s hand.

But Jingrong’s hand withdrew behind him.

He could say nothing!

Ji Yunshu looked at her empty hand, tears falling even more uncontrollably: “I know you don’t remember anymore, but it’s alright. As long as we’re together, you’ll definitely remember.”

She walked closer to him again.

He still stepped back several paces.

Finally, he looked at her, his tone low as he said: “It’s too sudden…”

After speaking, he turned and left.

…

And at this moment—

Li Shiyan rushed to the Su residence in his carriage.

Before the carriage had even stopped properly, he lifted the curtain and jumped down, rushing straight into the residence.

The young servants outside chased after him a few steps, calling: “Young Master? Young Master?”

They couldn’t stop him even by calling!

Li Shiyan was anxious to see Su Ziluo. He went all the way around the front courtyard toward the rear courtyard. Meeting a passing young servant, he grabbed him and asked: “Where’s Ziluo?”

The young servant said: “The young master just went over there.”

His finger pointed in a direction.

Li Shiyan took off running.

But the young servant’s words weren’t finished yet. He called to his retreating back: “Young Master, the young master has ordered that no one is to disturb him.”

However, Li Shiyan simply hadn’t heard. When he circled to the rear courtyard, he saw Su Ziluo sitting in a pavilion by the lake.

He rushed in, shouting: “Ziluo.”

Su Ziluo sat in his wheelchair, seemingly not hearing Li Shiyan’s voice.

His gaze was fixed on the lake surface rippling from the wind’s caress, his eyes still so calm.

In truth, how many days and nights, as long as he closed his eyes, he would see Lie’er’s face.

Five years ago, he had personally seen Lie’er lying in a pool of blood, while he himself was powerless.

If he hadn’t gone to Great Lin back then, perhaps Lie’er wouldn’t have died!

That sense of guilt had remained in his heart for five years! Tearing his heart to shreds.