Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Five

Jiang Chaoyu was unaware that Zeng Chenhua was behind the window. She was looking at the book, and every word seemed profound.

She found it somewhat difficult to understand, such as the sentence in front of her: "The blood of a lover is a bridge." Jiang Chaoyu pondered in her heart, "Could it be that the blood of a lover is a bridge to help me return home?"

But then I wondered, what use is this lover's blood anyway?

"Find someone you truly love, and you can exchange time and space." This sentence really puzzled Jiang Chaoyu. If combined with the sentence "the blood of a lover is a bridge," does it mean that as long as you sacrifice the blood of your lover, you can go home? But is it the person who loves you or the person you love?

Zeng Chenhua overheard these words and realized that Jiang Chaoyu's attitude towards him had actually worsened after he was injured. So, was this the reason? Ah Yu.

If he truly loved her, and he truly loved her too, then why couldn't he bring Jiang Chaoyu home in the end? Zeng Chenhua was completely baffled.

It seems I can't stay here any longer; I need to find a source elsewhere.

"However, the blood must be given voluntarily by the beloved," Jiang Chaoyu murmured, looking at the words.

Getting blood is difficult enough, but to ask for it to be given voluntarily by the person you love—that's easier said than done.

"Miss." Cui Cui called from outside the door. Jiang Chaoyu quickly put the book back and pretended to do her hair in front of the mirror. This scene made Cui Cui even happier.

She skipped and hopped over to Jiang Chaoyu's side, "Miss, are you feeling better?"

Cui Cui picked up a comb from the side and smoothed Jiang Chaoyu's messy hair, styling it back to its usual look.

Seeing Cui Cui's happy expression, Jiang Chaoyu was also pleased, a smile creeping onto her lips. "Perhaps it was a nightmare; I only felt better after waking up."

"But what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Chaoyu shook her head. She had already eaten her fill and was afraid she couldn't eat any more now.

"No need, let's eat later."

"good!"

After resolving the matter there, Zeng Chenhua went to the Princess's residence. He stood on the roof beam again, waiting for Xu Huanong to come out of the room.

Before long, someone informed Xu Huanong that she had just come out and saw where Zeng Chenhua was.

Now that the person was out, Zeng Chenhua no longer needed to stand on the roof beam. He simply stood not far from Xu Huanong and sat down quietly.

Xu Huanong took out his tea again, but Zeng Chenhua was no longer in the mood to drink tea.

"No need, elder sister. I've only come to inquire about some things."

Xu Huanong ignored what Zeng Chenhua said and placed the teacup in front of him as usual, saying, "Yesterday, Madam Zhang died suddenly, and everyone in the mansion wore mourning clothes. As a friend, I should have gone too, but my health would only cause trouble if I went."

Zeng Chenhua felt extremely ironic upon hearing this; he had actually come to believe the lies he had told so many times.

"Sister, you shouldn't say that to your own brother. After all, you know what I'm like." These words sounded like self-deprecation, but also like sarcasm directed at Xu Huanong.

Indeed, Xu Huanong knew that Zeng Chenhua's legs were fake.

"However, I would like to ask you, elder sister, what is your relationship with that...?"

Zeng Chenhua's purpose in coming here was simply to inquire about Xu Huanong's attitude.

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Xu Huanong squinted at Zeng Chenhua.

"It's my fault, I didn't explain things clearly." Zeng Chenhua stroked the rim of his cup, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought, appearing extremely serious to outsiders.

Xu Huanong was only thinking of keeping it a secret for as long as possible, but based on her understanding of her younger brother, she was afraid that she couldn't hide it for long. Sure enough, he was digging into the matter right in front of her.

Xu Huanong finished her tea in one gulp, then turned to look at Zeng Chenhua. Her lips tightened, and she said with a slightly serious expression, "Since the person is dead, let some things go with the wind. Why do you have to dig so deep?"

These words were meant to stop Zeng Chenhua from asking any more questions, but Zeng Chenhua was not one to easily say no.

He stared intently at Xu Huanong, as if trying to discern the desired outcome from her gaze. However, Xu Huanong was not to be outdone, and the two stared at each other. For a moment, the air was still thick with tension, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Zeng Chenhua spoke first, breaking the silence, "I won't play games with you, sister. This time it's about the three sect leaders in your sect. I'm very curious, why did you join forces?"

These words amused Xu Huanong instead. "If I let you know everything, what's the point of me being the sect leader? I might as well just step down. What do you say, little brother?"

After Xu Huanong spoke these words, they took on a provocative and offensive tone, biting at Zeng Chenhua like a venomous snake.

Seeing that the words still didn't make sense, Zeng Chenhua said directly: "Sister has been busy for so long, isn't it just to cooperate with that person to usurp the throne!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Huanong raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of guilt for being called out, but she concealed it well, pretending not to understand Zeng Chenhua's meaning, and retorted, "I don't know what you mean, this won't do me any good."

Zeng Chenhua scoffed, stood up, picked up the teacup, and poured it on the ground. "What benefits are there? My sister knows better than I do. As for Madam Leng's memorial service, I won't attend. This cup will suffice."

He put down his teacup, turned around, and left.

Watching Zeng Chenhua's retreating figure, Xu Huanong clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with hatred. Originally, she had reached an agreement with Xie Yunyin so that she could abrogate her marriage after seizing power.

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He really hadn't expected that the old man from the Crescent Moon Gate would actually die so desperately in order to protect the imperial city. It was one thing for him to die, but he even killed his right-hand man. He was utterly despicable.

Now they're still trying to take advantage of me, it's ridiculous.

Xu Huanong was happy because she had other plans that she hadn't implemented yet. Even after Zeng Chenhua's figure disappeared, Xu Huanong still stared at that spot, thinking to herself with a sneer, "Just wait, everyone will pay the price for this."

Now that we see Xie Yunyin is also a transmigrator, it seems that many things will not be able to develop along the original path, and things will definitely change.

However, that person's awakening of memories must have been later than his own, otherwise his engagement could not have gone so smoothly. So the usurpation still happened, and he still needs to be wary of Xie Yunyin.

"Yunqi, send some men to the Xie residence to keep an eye on his every move."

"yes!"

Now all we can do is pray that the wedding banquet will go smoothly. With the emperor's abilities, he can't find out who's behind this. After all, Xie Yunyin usually hides himself very well and shows up a lot in front of outsiders. On the surface, he is a person who loves poetry and drinking and loves to invite his friends to hold poetry and wine banquets. The emperor will not suspect him.

Zeng Chenhua pondered this matter for a long time, constantly thinking about how to successfully expose Xie Yunyin's weakness.

However, it seems there will still be an opportunity in a few days. Zeng Chenhua smiled and thought of a perfect plan. His eyes were deep and he seemed to be staring at something.

Since recovering, Jiang Chaoyu has been helping Li Yuanxiu revitalize the Crescent Moon Sect. Jiang Chaoyu and Li Yuanxiu have not disclosed the situation of the Crescent Moon Sect to the outside world, only saying that the sect leader was injured and needed to recuperate, so he stepped down and Li Yuanxiu took over.

Fortunately, everyone trusted Li Yuanxiu's abilities, and no one caused trouble.

And so, while no one was paying attention, the Crescent Moon Sect was gradually returning to its former state. Back then, the casualties were heavy, and the sect leader was no longer around, so they had to choose again. Fortunately, the others were trustworthy people.

"Senior sister, you've worked hard these past few days." Jiang Chaoyu wiped the sweat from Li Yuanxiu's forehead with a handkerchief and looked at Li Yuanxiu with a smile.

Li Yuanxiu gazed at the crescent-shaped gate as it stood. Though there were some discrepancies, everything was functioning normally. She held Jiang Chaoyu's hand, their unspoken words hidden in their unspoken gazes.

He gazed at her for a moment before finally uttering, "Thank goodness for you."

These were Li Yuanxiu's honest thoughts. If it weren't for Jiang Chaoyu, she probably would have been just like an ant on a hot pan, completely flustered.

Looking at Jiang Chaoyu's thin face, she understood that Jiang Chaoyu had put in a lot of effort during this time. Even with the closest people, there are still things that are hard to say. The things she kept in her heart were probably more than she had to say.

He gently stroked Jiang Chaoyu's cheek, his eyes filled with heartache.

Jiang Chaoyu smiled faintly and said, "Senior sister, don't worry about me, I'm much better now."

Not wanting Li Yuanxiu to feel too sorry for herself, she had actually come to a realization during this time: the first lesson in life is parting, and she had to learn to accept it.

Jiang Chaoyu held Li Yuanxiu's hand in return, stroking the thick lines on her palm. She was very grateful to have Li Yuanxiu by her side during this time.

The more the two people see each other as someone to be grateful for, the more bonds they develop with each other.

These days, the entire capital is preparing for the Emperor's birthday banquet a month from now. Jiang Chaoyu, who is about to become the Second Prince's wife, has no excuse to escape this banquet, after all, envoys from various countries will also come to offer their congratulations.

Jiang Chaoyu looked at the invitation in her hand with some difficulty. Although she knew that the emperor would hold a grand celebration for his birthday every year, she had always avoided it in previous years by claiming to be ill. But now that she had a different identity, she couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to.

Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's furrowed brows and troubled expression, Cui Cui didn't know how to comfort her mistress, so she just stood quietly to the side.

She couldn't read the words either, but she knew it was a notice from the imperial city, and that a copy had been specially sent to her young mistress.

But ever since that post came into the hands of my young lady, I've been hearing her sighing every few days.

"Miss?" Cui Cui tentatively called out to Jiang Chaoyu, but Jiang Chaoyu didn't expect her to say it directly.

"Cuicui, your young lady has just taken on a hot potato! Sigh!" Another sigh escaped Jiang Chaoyu's lips as she leaned back in her chair, slumped over, barely able to hold the invitation properly, almost dropping it. Luckily, Cuicui caught it quickly.

The sigh was long enough to extinguish all the candles in the room.

Jiang Chaoyu asked herself, as if answering her own question, "Do you know why you specially sent me one?"

"Because I am about to become the Second Prince's consort, all the officials want to see what I look like. They will definitely choose me separately. Sigh!"

Cui Cui had nowhere to speak, no matter what she wanted to say. What did they mean by calling her out? It must be that they wanted her mistress to show off in front of others. Seeing that her mistress was preoccupied with worries, Cui Cui had no way to comfort her.

She simply said, "Don't worry, Miss, Cui Cui will be there."

Jiang Chaoyu suddenly stood up and patted Cuicui's shoulder, "Okay, but it's no use!"

After that strong "Good!", he immediately lost his composure and slumped back into his chair, as if he had lost his soul.

Seemingly troubled by the thought, Jiang Chaoyu simply stopped thinking about it.

"Forget it, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. We'll just have to take it one step at a time."