But looking now, the four characters “Immortal Meeting Restaurant” written in Shen Qiyuan’s hand were hanging on the lintel, gleaming brightly. The old colorful tower was still there, and those two old elm wood doors that she had touched countless times creaked open slowly to the sides.

Even the main hall inside, which had always been empty of customers, was the same as before.

Ruyi blinked blankly.

Shen Qiyuan stood beside her and said in a low voice: “I received a transfer order from the Eastern Palace. I don’t have to leave anymore.”

The person beside him gradually lit up, but still pursed her lips: “It’s not like I have to follow you wherever you go. If I wanted to stay, I could stay on my own.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows moved slightly. “So you don’t particularly want to stay?”

“That’s right,” Ruyi said, but quickly walked inside.

Shen Qiyuan smiled as he watched her retreating figure, hooked his hand to the side, and Zhou Tingchuan, who had been following all along, grinned as he handed him the brocade box containing the Nine Phoenix Crown.

The group of people who should have been dejected in the separate courtyard were now all hiding behind nearby wall corners, craning their necks to watch the excitement. Shen Qiyuan glanced at them, smiled, and shook his head, then strode through the door.

Whose life can be without any regrets? Fortunately, there are still chances to make amends. The future might still have many problems and conflicts, but right now, he had finally touched the dream that had been beyond reach for thousands of years.

Plum blossoms like snow, snow like a person, all without a speck of dust.

Mountains like jade, jade like you, sharing a warm smile.

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