129 I Have Long Since Ceased to Be Song Yan

Jiang Zeyu clenched the keys tightly in his hand. “Aunt, in the future, if anything comes up, just contact me directly. Song Qi is still young and can’t handle these matters. I came back this time precisely because of this.”

The woman nodded, a smile playing on her lips as if recalling something. “Last year, one day, your little sister ran over with a phone, saying it was Song Yan. I didn’t believe it at first, but now seeing you, it’s exactly the same. Raised in the big city, it seems you’re doing well over there.”

Jiang Zeyu remained silent.

He stood before the dilapidated door, the wooden gate creaking with each gust of wind.

Countless days and nights had passed accompanied by that very sound.

He opened the door and stepped inside; everything was familiar.

Qiu Xueyu’s delicate body trembled slightly. She slowly lifted her head, her black hair falling straight down. Her tear-streaked face bore a pair of moist, helpless eyes staring at him.

Xie Yixin rushed into the inner room, nearly colliding with Xie Fu who had just come out. She hurried to the bedside and, seeing her father lying there, pale and frail with a face aged beyond his years, burst into tears immediately.

Wang Jin and the others began to retreat, yet Gao Yun and his group pressed on, unwilling to give up. However, their opponents were clearly prepared; Sikong Lie and Hu Haixiong, holding door panels, stayed at the rear to shield them from attacks.

Fortunately, both the Jingji and Vanguard Camps were secure. Zheng Yangwang and Yang Zhaowu remained loyal and steadfast. Even if the Cavalry faced problems, the capital’s safety was assured.

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Feeling his junior brother’s fiery enthusiasm, a flood of unprecedented sensations overwhelmed him—not just physical, but also dizzying waves in his mind.

“Kill! We must kill!” Zhou Xiucheng steeled his heart, determined not to let Prince Heshuo discover his involvement in Xie Yixin’s matter.

To prevent public panic, unnecessary news was taken offline. Longjiang City was now loose on the outside but tight within, as a vast net was being cast.

Qing’er secretly rolled her eyes again, then coaxed Princess Minghui, leading her to the large kitchen. They ignored Xie Yixin, who stood guarding the steaming baskets, and instead went to the stoves prepared by the servants, beginning to busy themselves.

All around was quiet. Qin Yueyin stood on the balcony, while I stood behind her, watching her beautiful gown and strands of hair fluttering in the breeze, radiating endless grace.

The universal card suddenly shot out three cards at once; the middle one pierced through the fox’s body, which could only watch helplessly as the card passed through and fell from the air.

Therefore, Fu Zhixing merely reached out to grasp Ming Tang’s reckless claw, gently pinching it as a “warning,” before turning his gaze to Morris nearby.

The process of acknowledging ancestral roots went smoothly. The elders of the Li family said little, evidently because Li Zhuoxi had already given prior notice.

Qin Shuxin clutched her chest, gasping repeatedly. She had nearly been scared to death. Luckily, Si Chen was unharmed; otherwise, she would have gone mad.

Now, it was placed on her senior brother, while she remained indifferent—such detachment was truly discomforting.

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It had to be said, the place Ming Tang chose was indeed nice. Although not particularly stylish or refined, it excelled in creating a relaxed atmosphere.

“But what is it you want from me this time? Could it be about the Fourth Engine again?” Despite her words, Night Owl didn’t truly believe that was the real reason.

Jiang Yanxiu truly was her former rival, knowing her thoroughly and analyzing her abilities astutely, finally giving full recognition and praise to her skills.

On the way into the capital’s territory lay a strange forest, within which grew a dense bamboo grove stretching for miles. To exit the forest, one must pass through that bamboo thicket.

“Alright. I’ll drop by your place on my way,” Fu Zhixing said steadily, as if he had already planned to visit Fu Zhifeng’s residence at that moment.

The next step required more planting of spiritual herbs—one could never tell when such herbs might be needed.

Second Brother nodded politely and got up to leave, but just as he reached the door, Zhao Dongyang suddenly asked him a question.

After a while, Ling Xiao carried his briefcase to the bedside and began applying makeup. Under his fingers, a strange new face slowly took shape until it was complete.