Chapter 70.2: Part 2: He Came

Jiang Li suddenly recalled that at the moment, Cheng Wang only had a Zheng fei but didn't have a Ce fei. Among the noble ladies present, there were some whose identities were a bit lower, it's not impossible for them to climb to be Cheng Wang's Ce fei. Perhaps Cheng Wang came over this time to pick a suitable lady? She recalled Jiang Jingrui's words of "picking a wife" and Jiang Li couldn't help wanting to laugh.

Before the smile managed to spread to her eyes, Jiang Li was stunned once again. Not far from Cheng Wang —— perhaps it's better to say not far beside Princess Yongning, a familiar figure was in the middle of taking a seat. Wearing a simple and moon white long gown with a gentle and refined appearance, it could be seen that in his youth, he was a beautiful young man. However, that young man had matured nowadays and started becoming steady and upright.

Separated far away, Jiang Li could still recognize him with a glance. Perhaps, though separated by a thousand mountains and ten thousand water, ten and thousands of years, she would still be able to recognize him at a glance.

Her husband, the half of a pair of innocent loving pairs immersed in conjugal bliss. Who was able to draw her eyebrows, able to grasp her hand and be together for a lifetime, the husband who would live together with her until their hair turned white.

That was her husband, the person sharing her bed, also her enemy, who looked at her going to the underworld unfeelingly.

Jiang Li suddenly closed her eyes.

The past regret came and her mind surged violently, the fragmented pieces were almost assembled. But at the crucial time, it came to an end, just like the shattering of a copper mirror, the final thing that appeared before her eyes was that panicked shadow escaping outside the window as she struggled in the hands of others.

That cold and weak, familiar but unfamiliar shadow.

Jiang Li opened her eyes blankly.

Even though it was just a glance from a distance, Jiang Li was sure that she saw Shen Yurong exchange a meaningful glance with Princess Yongning. Princess Yongning was sweet and charming like a flower, whispering, a lively woman. While Xue Fangfei was already dead, turned into a pile of bones, buried under the soil, ice-cold and rotting.

She lowered her head, unable to cry or laugh.

Liu Xu didn't notice him and as before, she pulled Jiang Li and said: "The examiners today have arrived, look, that's Jinghong fairy......."

At this moment, Jiang Li was feeling complicated and it was hard for her to understand. However, she had no choice but to raise her head to look at the direction Liu Xu was pointing at. She soon saw a woman dressed in a snow white dress, her head was adorned with a yellow ribbon. Her lips were red, her white teeth glistened, her eyebrows were long and slender, an outstanding beauty. As she walked, her wide sleeves slightly swayed, just like a flying immortal, making people enchanted.

This was Jinghong fairy. Jinghong fairy was originally Wang Xian Lou's famous talent. She only sold her skill, not her body. Afterwards, due to her superb guqin, she attracted the pursuit of the noble sons in the entire Yanjing and became a bit higher than the common well-bred ladies. Until later, Jinghong fairy fell in love with the son of a tea merchant and he redeemed Jinghong fairy. Soon afterwards, Jinghong fairy left Wang Xian Lou, washed her hands and made soup, and became a wife with ease.

Everyone in the capital sighed in regret from not being able to hear another song played by the Jinhong fairy. But up to now, nobody questioned Jinhong fairy's guqin skill. Her being the examiner today was not unexpected.

There were also young men present today. Seeing the married woman yet more beautiful than the young ladies, each one of their faces turned red, not daring to look straight.

Jiang Li was sighing how this Jinhong fairy was really beautiful like an immortal when she again heard Liu Xu cry out in surprise, "Duke Su has also arrived."

As if to set off Liu Xu's words, the surrounding suddenly became quiet. The focus was mixed with some careful and indistinct breathing sound, as if afraid of alarming something.

After the snow-white dress, a deep splendid red followed closely after. The color was cold and rich.

That was Duke Su, Ji Heng.