Volume One, Chapter 45: It Seems I Really Can’t Bear to Part with You Anymore.

At the end of August, Jiang Yu was set to leave for Beicheng.

On the night before her departure, Lin Wenxiu held Jiang Yu's hand, talking on and on throughout the entire night, her eyes turning red time and time again.

The things she had prepared for Jiang Yu packed two large leather suitcases to the brim, ranging from clothes, shoes, and socks for all four seasons to everyday toothpaste and towels—she wished she could move the entire household over with her.

"The wind in Beicheng is strong. Mom knitted a new sweater for you; remember to wear it when the weather turns cold."

"Do you have enough money? Your dad deposited five hundred yuan into your savings book. Don't scrimp on yourself; eat well and drink well. A young lady shouldn't wrong herself."

"If any of your classmates bully you, call home and let your dad and your brother go..."

At the end of August, Jiang Yu was set to leave for Beicheng.

You must know that coming into this world as a human being is no easy feat; it is an opportunity given to you by the King of Hell. If you do not cherish it and instead commit suicide—such as by slitting your wrists, taking poison, or hanging yourself—you will enrage the King of Hell and be cast into the Prison of Unjust Deaths after you die, never to have the chance to be a human being again.

Although I kept telling myself in my heart to remain calm, Qi Tianyang was not by my side, and I inevitably felt a sense of panic.

Hearing this news, I was utterly shocked and rebuked them, asking how on earth they could have messed things up so badly when it was this easy?

"Although your approach is a bit old-fashioned, I'll still accept your invitation. So, where are we planning to go?"

Yet Li Xiuyu still did not understand his own younger brother well enough, so he never imagined that despite guarding against him in every possible way, he failed to guard against this very brother.

"Li Zeyu... Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you, haha." The person standing before me was none other than Li Zeyu, my middle school classmate. Back then in class, our relationship had been pretty decent.

Throughout all the generations of my Miao village—and it is quite strange to think about—those who could become High Priests mostly came from the Wu family. This has kept the Wu family's status in our village enduringly prominent.

After finishing lunch, Xu Jingru and I took a walk around the school, then found a bench by the lake and sat down.

Although I had witnessed such intensely impactful sights many times before, I still had not grown used to them.

"Go take care of your Xu Jingru. We don't need you here; Xiao Ran and I are quite enough." Li Heran pushed me away roughly.

Yin Bing ran into a convenience store to buy some snacks to satisfy the oral fixation of wanting to smoke, bought a large pack of instant noodles for dinner, and then strolled aimlessly toward his home.

Old Mo was the first to react, hurriedly drawing a boundary circle outside the room with a startled expression as he looked into the house.

So that was how it was? Was that the reason why, no matter what he did, and no matter how well he did it, he would never receive praise from the Empress Dowager?

It was only at this moment that Yan Shiyue felt twenty shadow guards were indeed a bit too few; if she had known, she should have asked for more from Father.

At this time, steel had not yet been forged; the main body of the sewing machine was made primarily of brass, the table top was carved with patterns, the outer casing was extremely exquisite, and even the crank and gear bracket featured decorative designs.

A servant led Mo Haiya into a grand hall. At the highest point of the hall, a lavishly decorated white jade chair caught the eye immediately.

"I am indeed not much of anything, so I don't need to be tied hand and foot and restricted by you like the county magistrate. My methods are far more varied than his." Liu Chen stepped forward, almost pressing right against Zhen Ming's face.

Wu Sheng froze on the spot, staring at Liu Chen in shock. This was the first time in his memory that Liu Chen had ever lost his temper with him.

She hurriedly set about arranging a job for Zhong Changxing somewhere far away so he could go earn some money. That place was building new houses, which would keep him busy for four or five days—enough for whatever expenses they had.

Seeing Chen Da like this, Fang Yifan said nothing more and drove directly back to the hotel where he was staying.

However, she was not worried that the person in the Qiankun Palace would find out. Since the mysterious person behind the scenes wanted nothing less than her life, he would not allow the person in the Qiankun Palace to discover any clues; otherwise, how could he ever hope to achieve his wish?

Li Jingying woke up as well, remembering only that he had drunk a great deal of alcohol last night. For all the years of his life, this was the only time he had seen the dawn; all the pressure he had felt in the past was instantly lifted and released overnight. After getting drunk, he seemed to faintly recall apologizing to Hongjun, shouting at the top of his lungs things like "My wife, please spare me."