The Double

After the Jiang family moved away from Yanjing City, Jiang Li truly took up residence in the Duke's mansion.

Jiang Li's attitude was observed by many in Yanjing City. Over the past few months, the Hongxiao Emperor had systematically dealt with formerly disloyal court officials, replacing them with trusted newcomers. The court's landscape had completely transformed, marking the beginning of a new era for Northern Yan.

Nevertheless, just as Jiang Li had initially anticipated, Ji Heng's death in battle had stirred some of his former enemies into action. At this point, those who had been watching to see if Ji Heng would make a surprise return were completely reassured and began plotting against him.

Living in the Duke's mansion, Jiang Li steadfastly guarded it. Some court officials petitioned the Hongxiao Emperor to revoke the Ji family's noble title, arguing that if Jiang Li were to remarry in the future, the title would fall into someone else's hands. In response, Jiang Li entered the palace to declare her vow never to marry again. Meanwhile, Xue Huaiyuan guided Ye Shijie, enabling him to exert influence in the court to protect the Duke's mansion.

Over these months, several storms seemed imminent but ultimately passed without incident. Eventually, seeing Jiang Li's resolute stance, Ye Shijie's rising power, and most importantly, the Hongxiao Emperor's clear intention not to revoke the Duke's title, those opponents quieted down. Many others watched with amusement, thinking that although Jiang Li had sworn never to marry, she was still a young woman with a long life ahead. They speculated that in a few years, she might break her vow, and if she couldn't bear the consequences, it could lead to romantic scandals and become gossip throughout the streets and alleys.

Jiang Li knew about these onlookers' thoughts but paid them no mind. Instead, she spent her days practicing whip techniques with Xue Zhao. Lacking his martial arts foundation, she focused intently on mastering various poisoned hidden weapons. In Yanjing City, peace was not guaranteed, and danger could arise at any moment. Now, there would be no Ji Heng to appear. She had to find ways to protect others.

In Jiang Li's heart, there was another thought she didn't know how to broach with Xue Huaiyuan. She wanted to travel to Qimin herself after some time. Currently, heavy snow blocked the mountain paths, making entry impossible. But when spring arrived and the mountains became accessible, she was determined to go in, no matter what. Ji Heng's body had never been found, and everyone claimed he had been devoured by wild beasts, seemingly fulfilling the prophecy. Yet Jiang Li felt he wouldn't be so heartless. Even if he truly couldn't return, she needed to verify it herself rather than waiting in Yanjing City for news from others.

Time seemed to pass both slowly and quickly, and before long, the year-end arrived.

This year, they still celebrated in Yanjing City. Before the New Year, with Ye Mingyu as a witness, Jiang Li had formally recognized Xue Huaiyuan as her adoptive father and thereafter addressed him as "Father." Ye Mingyu saw nothing wrong with this; in his view, Xue Huaiyuan was far better than Jiang Yuanbai. At least now, it was Xue Huaiyuan and Xue Zhao who stood by Jiang Li's side. Ye Mingyu also greatly admired Xue Zhao's free-spirited and righteous nature—if not for the difference in generations, he would have sworn brotherhood with him.This New Year's Eve was spent at the Duke's residence, but Kong Liu and Lu Ji were absent. Since the Golden Guard Army returned to court, Lu Ji had reportedly gone back to his hometown. Wenren Yao explained that Lu Ji initially followed Ji Heng out of gratitude for recognizing his talent. Back then, Lu Ji's entire family had been hunted down and massacred by enemies. It was Ji Heng who took Lu Ji to track down those enemies and executed them one by one before his eyes. From that moment on, Lu Ji resolved to follow Ji Heng. Even as a young child years ago, he had been hailed as a "prodigy," and he never grew mediocre with age. While his initial loyalty might have been about repaying kindness, it later became genuine devotion. Now that Ji Heng was gone, there was no reason for Lu Ji to remain in Yanjing City. With no need to secure an official post to benefit descendants, he simply returned home to farm.

Kong Liu remained in Yanjing City but was too busy with year-end duties to attend. Wenren Yao, as always, lingered around, and Situ Jiuyue was also present. One could only be grateful that their presence prevented the Duke's residence from becoming a desolate, uninhabited estate.

During festivals, Jiang Li would visit the graves of Ji Heng's parents, Ji Mínghán and Yu Hongye, on his behalf. It was a pity that two such extraordinarily brilliant individuals could no longer be seen. Jiang Li performed these duties with meticulous care.

On New Year's Eve, everyone gathered in the residence for the reunion dinner.

The chef hired by Ye Mingyu was exceptionally skilled. Yet, sitting at the table, Jiang Li kept recalling how Ji Heng would personally cook. Wenren Yao and Situ Jiuyue seemed to share the thought, their expressions turning somewhat stiff. Ye Mingyu, unaware of the reason, grumbled about the odd atmosphere before letting the matter drop. Xue Huaiyuan, however, guessed the cause. He said nothing but watched Jiang Li with concern in his eyes.

Little Blue had grown tall and handsome, a splendid steed with an increasingly fiery temper. Little Red enjoyed perching on his head and pecking at his mane, prompting Little Blue to dash around the courtyard, nearly knocking people over. Ye Mingyu complained several times that Jiang Li and the others spoiled Little Blue and Little Red excessively. Jiang Li merely smiled without responding. After all, Little Blue and Little Red were what Ji Heng had left behind. In his absence, they grew unrestrained and bold. Still... Jiang Li sometimes wondered if the two ever missed their master, if the Duke's residence, without that flash of red, had lost its soul, never to regain its former vivid brilliance.

That evening, as everyone gathered to observe the New Year's vigil, Wenren Yao suddenly blurted out, "Last time, we also stayed up with the Second Young Lady."

The others froze. Ye Mingyu narrowed his eyes and demanded, "What do you mean? How could A Li have stayed up with you? Would Jiang Yuanbai have allowed it? Are you dreaming or just confused? Don't go spreading rumors and tarnishing our A Li's reputation!"He drew the sword at his waist with great momentum and slammed it on the ground with a 'Hmph!'""

Xue Zhao and Xue Huaiyuan, however, seemed to realize something and looked inquisitively at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, remembering how Zhao Ke had escorted her out of the Jiang residence late at night to eagerly roast venison for Old General Ji. But as she laughed, her smile faded, leaving only a profound sorrow.That boisterous, joyous, and straightforward feast unexpectedly became the first and last time they celebrated the New Year together. She still remembered every vivid scene, every word Old General Ji and Ji Heng had spoken, yet those people were no longer here. She had originally thought there would be countless such days in the future, but she never expected it to end so abruptly.

Situ Jiuyue shot a glare at Wenren Yao. Seeing Jiang Li’s expression, Wenren Yao seemed to realize he had said something wrong and immediately tried to cover it up by raising his wine cup. “I think we should make a toast first! Happy New Year, everyone!”

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration. No one noticed that as Jiang Li brought her cup to her lips, she whispered another sentence.

She said, “Happy New Year, Ji Heng.”

Once the New Year’s Eve vigil was over, everyone felt exhausted and returned to their rooms to sleep. Jiang Li was also tired, but more than that, her mind was tangled with countless thoughts, making it impossible to sleep. The more she felt this way, the more she thought of Ji Heng. She couldn’t help but wonder how this night would have been if Ji Heng were still alive and had returned. At the very least, this night wouldn’t have felt so cold to her.

From against her neck, she pulled out a fan pendant. The butterfly fan pendant, which she had meticulously repaired, now looked almost as it had before. She had turned it into a necklace, wearing it close to her chest, feeling the warmth of her own heartbeat, as if this way, Ji Heng could always be by her side.

The red butterfly shimmered with a splendid glow under the lamplight. Jiang Li held the pendant, lost in thought.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when the sound of wind and snow outside seemed to soften. In the silence, a “knock, knock” sound seemed to drift in—neither hurried nor slow, as if someone were standing at the door with a smile, braving the wind and snow, clad in brilliant red robes, knocking on an old friend’s door.

Jiang Li jolted abruptly, followed by a surge of wild joy from the depths of her heart. Without even throwing on an outer robe, she rushed out and flung the door open. Yet, there was nothing outside.

Unwilling to give up, she took a few more steps outside. The Duke’s estate was vast, and she walked from her courtyard all the way to the outer areas. Under the long corridor, lanterns swayed gently in the wind, their flames flickering as if about to be extinguished. Thick snow covered the ground, but no more fell from the sky.

But there was nothing.

It was as if she had become the person in the opera who wanders the garden only to be startled by a dream—everything was nothing but a beautiful dream that left no trace. The knocking sound was merely a jest played by the wind, yet, in her extreme longing, she had mistaken it for reality.

Jiang Li couldn’t help but slowly crouch down, covering her face as she began to cry.

Her weeping was restrained, more like a young animal lost and confused, afraid of being seen in its vulnerability, emitting low, muffled sobs. All this time, she had maintained a calm and cheerful demeanor in front of others, appearing as if nothing weighed on her mind, as if she could carry on perfectly well without Ji Heng. But today, this cruel, beautiful dream had utterly shattered her. She could no longer pretend. No matter how hard she tried to disguise her feelings, there would come a day when exhaustion set in. Especially living here, where every corner held memories, every shadow was his—how could she pretend as if nothing were wrong? She was neither a deity nor made of stone.Jiang Li cried for a long, long time. She seldom wept in front of others, and on the few occasions she had, Ji Heng seemed to always be there. But now, whether it was the cold, detached Ji Heng who stood aside as a bystander or the gentle one who wiped away her tears, neither would appear again.

Only when the wind had quieted did Jiang Li lift her face from her arms. She saw Ye Shijie standing not far away, watching her with a complicated expression.

She didn't know how long he had been standing there or how long he had listened to her crying. In any case, Ye Shijie hadn't disturbed her, quietly remaining an observer, just as he had always done.

"Cousin Ye?" Jiang Li stood up, rubbing her numb knees. The sorrow from earlier still lingered on her face, now mixed with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Ye Shijie said, "I couldn't sleep and came out for a walk. I happened to see you."

"I've made a fool of myself in front of you, cousin," Jiang Li said softly.

Ye Shijie took two steps closer, staring at Jiang Li's face. Her eyes were slightly swollen, yet her gaze remained as clear as ever. This reminded him of when he first encountered the grown-up Jiang Li in Yanjing City. Back then, she had suddenly appeared on the street, revealing her identity. A faint smile graced her lips, calm and composed, her eyes holding a touch of pride and aloofness.

The current Jiang Li no longer carried that aloofness. Her temperament had grown increasingly gentle, as if this were her true nature. She remained unshaken by external matters, maintaining her composure no matter what happened. Yet it turned out that all her passion and emotions were reserved for another, never to be known by outsiders.

"Why were you crying?" Ye Shijie heard his own voice ask. "Was it for Ji Heng?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Shijie himself was taken aback. He didn't understand why he had asked such a foolish question—the answer was obvious. But a flicker of unwillingness in his heart had prompted him to ask anyway.

"Yes," Jiang Li admitted frankly. "I thought I saw him in a dream earlier. Waking from it, I felt terribly unwilling. You must think me very childish, cousin, to cry over a dream—something only a child would do."

So what? Ye Shijie thought silently. This meant that in front of Ji Heng, Jiang Li could unreservedly display all her joys and sorrows. While she appeared mature and proper in front of others, with Ji Heng, she was a willful, capricious little girl—a side of her no one else could see, only Ji Heng.

A surge of jealousy suddenly arose in his heart. It came so fiercely that, caught off guard, he blurted out, "Cousin, Duke Su will not return. If you wish to live more easily, it's best to forget him."

Hearing this, Jiang Li looked at Ye Shijie in astonishment, as if surprised he would say such a thing. Under her gaze, Ye Shijie suddenly felt his face grow hot. He knew his words were terribly selfish, but he couldn't control himself.Yin Zhili liked Jiang Li, and at least he had tried to pursue her. Yet he himself liked Jiang Li but couldn't even bring himself to confess. Ye Shijie had his own pride—he didn't believe his merchant family background made him unworthy of the legitimate daughter of the Grand Secretary's Jiang family. Besides, Jiang Yuanbai was no longer the Grand Secretary, and he had already entered officialdom. The reason Ye Shijie couldn't speak his feelings was simply because he clearly knew that Jiang Li had eyes only for Ji Heng. In her eyes, he was merely a cousin, an elder brother—nothing more than familial affection.

When he learned that Ji Heng would never return, Ye Shijie worried about Jiang Li's future, but at the same time, he couldn't help wondering if this was heaven's test for him. Perhaps if he continued caring for Jiang Li, someday something more might blossom between them.

But no one expected that before anyone else could speak, Jiang Li resolutely severed all her paths of retreat. She vowed never to marry, shattering Ye Shijie's last faint hope. He knew he had no chance left—in this lifetime, he could only be Jiang Li's elder brother.

Yet he still couldn't comprehend why Jiang Li loved Ji Heng so deeply. Was it because of Ji Heng's beauty? There were countless beauties in the world, and Jiang Li was not so shallow. Was it because of Ji Heng's status? The Yin family's status hadn't been low either. As for character and temperament, Ji Heng was utterly deplorable. Ye Shijie could only conclude that Jiang Li and Ji Heng shared some past that belonged solely to them—it was those memories that made Jiang Li's heart immovable, no matter what.

His words to Jiang Li were genuinely concerned for her welfare, but they also held his own selfish motives. Yet when he met Jiang Li's gaze, Ye Shijie felt she had likely long seen through his hidden thoughts.

"Cousin, do you also think Ji Heng won't return?" Jiang Li asked softly.

Ye Shijie remained silent—his silence was answer enough.

"But I always feel he will return. He's just been delayed on his journey." Jiang Li smiled faintly. "Though waiting is long, I'll keep waiting for him until he tells me to stop." As for whether future days will be easy—I only know that if I forget him, that's when I truly won't have happy days."

Ye Shijie sighed deeply in his heart. They had all experienced Jiang Li's stubbornness before—he should have known this would happen. Everyone had taken turns persuading her, but Jiang Li remained unmoved. Would the outcome be any different if it were him? Of course not.

"Cousin just hasn't met that person yet," Jiang Li said with a light laugh. "When you meet the most important woman in your life, you'll understand that sometimes, waiting a lifetime is actually a beautiful thing. If you were in my situation, you'd make the same choice. Of course, I hope you never face such circumstances—may everything go smoothly for you."

Ye Shijie looked at Jiang Li with complex emotions. The young girl smiled back at him, her gaze restored to its usual composure and calm, no longer as broken and vulnerable as when he first found her. She remained unchanged since their first meeting, while he had transformed from initial hostility and mockery to gradual admiration.He could no longer recall exactly when he had fallen for her. Perhaps it was when she spoke up for Xue Huaiyuan in Tongxiang, or when she laughed joyfully in front of Ye Mingyu. Or even earlier—when he was entangled in a lawsuit on the street, and an unfamiliar young woman stepped out from the crowd, standing before him unhurriedly and confidently resolving his predicament—he had already noticed her then.

Through twists of fate, time had ultimately defeated him.

And indeed, Jiang Li was perceptive and wise. She understood all his feelings, and her words earlier were a gentle rejection, hoping he would pursue his own happiness.

But... Ye Shijie thought bitterly, if Jiang Li were truly to wait for Ji Heng her entire life, would he also end up waiting hopelessly for Jiang Li his whole life? Was it truly, as Jiang Li said, just a youthful infatuation that would fade into the past once he met the woman he truly loved in his life, becoming insignificant? Or would this infatuation, over time, turn into an obsession—just like Jiang Li’s—where he would spend his life clinging to an illusory shadow that would never return, unseen by anyone?

No one could predict the future, and neither he nor Jiang Li were exceptions. No one could control their emotions, and he had given up trying.

So be it. He would take things as they came. At the very least, he should feel content that he had the chance to see Jiang Li so vivid and alive on this night, and to speak with her here.

"Cousin, you should go back and rest early," Jiang Li said with a smile. "It’s already the new year."

"Yes," Ye Shijie murmured, gazing into the distance as if in a dream. "It’s already the new year."

After all, there was still new hope.

…

The next morning, Jiang Li woke up later than usual.

The night before, after running into Ye Shijie and talking outside for a while, she had gone to bed very late. But since it was the New Year, Bai Xue and Tong'er didn’t wake her. Everything deserved a little leniency during the holidays.

After having a light breakfast, Jiang Li stepped outside. It had snowed heavily again in the latter half of the night. Qingfeng and Mingyue were sweeping the snow in the courtyard, but even so, as she walked out of the yard, the snow was deep enough to nearly reach her knees.

Hearing voices from the direction of the flower garden, Jiang Li headed over. As she approached, she froze. Zhao Ke and Wen Ji were standing there, speaking with Situ Jiuyue. Situ Jiuyue had her back to Jiang Li, but Zhao Ke spotted her first and called out, "Second Miss."

Jiang Li didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the flower garden as she fell into complete silence.

The entire garden, likely battered by the heavy snow overnight, had been utterly ravaged. Some flowers were buried under the snow, while others lay exposed but scattered and broken, a pitiful sight.

The flowers in the Duke’s residence—or rather, the rare poisonous herbs—were delicate and precious to begin with. They had been carefully transported from afar by Ji Heng and tended to with great care. They had once bloomed in vibrant clusters, a delightful sight, and their numbers had grown year by year. It was precisely because of this that Situ Jiuyue could find ingredients for refining poisons in the garden.After the Jinwu Army returned victorious from battle and Ji Heng died on the battlefield, according to his prior instructions, the entire Duke's residence was bequeathed to Jiang Li, naturally entrusting her with the care of this garden. Jiang Li was no gardener; her previous experience with plants involved tending to common flowers and herbs in Tongxiang—she knew absolutely nothing about nurturing poisonous herbs. Fortunately, the original gardener remained and continued to assist. Jiang Li often went to the garden to help, as if only by doing so could she dilute the melancholy in her heart and keep herself occupied.

However, this year's winter in Yanjing City was exceptionally cold, with unusually heavy wind and snow. In the latter half of the night, the storm was so fierce that no one noticed the snow nearly burying the entire garden. When Situ Jiuyue and others discovered it early this morning, they immediately ordered people to clear the snow urgently. Even so, it seemed beyond remedy, and they could only watch helplessly as this once-flourishing garden fell into desolation.

Jiang Li crouched down and reached out to pick up a flower from the soil. Its petals, still bearing frost and snow, had been crushed beyond recognition, though the original lovely peach-pink color was faintly visible. Holding the petal in her palm, she looked at Situ Jiuyue and asked, "These... are they beyond saving?"

Situ Jiuyue shook her head.

"These medicinal herbs were never easy to find, and their growing conditions are extremely demanding. The climate of Yanjing City was never suitable for them to thrive here. It was only through Ji Heng's efforts over the years, spending heavily to create the right environment, that they survived. But this year, it's just not possible. Yanjing City grows colder each year, and these herbs can't endure it. Their roots have snapped." Situ Jiuyue's voice was filled with regret.

Although the flower garden seemed to have lost its purpose after Ji Mínghán's death, its presence had made Situ Jiuyue's poison refining much more convenient. Moreover, in a way, the garden had indeed added charm to the Duke's residence, filling the estate with an ethereal, almost mystical aura that captivated all who saw it. Now, this snowstorm felt like a rude awakening from a beautiful dream, leaving behind only the stark truth.

For those who cherished dreams, it was undeniably cruel.

Jiang Li didn't know what to say. It seemed that ever since Ji Heng left, this place had been gradually losing its vitality. Even with the Ye family and Xue Huaiyuan moving in, their daily clamor and apparent liveliness couldn't fill the void. It was as if the estate itself knew its master would never return, and so it languished.

Gazing at the desolate garden, she felt it was an ill omen and stood up, saying, "In that case, let's bury this garden. Bury these flowers, and when spring comes, we'll plant anew."

Situ Jiuyue looked at her in surprise. "Plant anew?"

"Ji Heng had only two hobbies," Jiang Li said slowly. "One was admiring flowers, the other watching operas. He entrusted this Duke's residence to me. If I let it become dull and gray, someone as fastidious as him would surely be displeased when he sees it. Besides, a bit of color and liveliness would do it good."

Situ Jiuyue fell silent. Since Jiang Li had put it that way, there was nothing more she could say. Moreover, the Duke's residence now belonged to Jiang Li, and she was free to do as she wished.

"However," Situ Jiuyue pointed to another corner, "while all these flowers have died, that tree is still alive."

Following her gesture, Jiang Li saw a small tree growing in the garden. It was a pear tree—the very one she had planted with Ji Heng on that night when she first came to the Duke's residence from the Jiang family.

She walked over to the tree. It had grown much taller, transforming from a tender sapling into an upright, graceful young tree. Soon, it would continue to grow, its branches thickening and leaves flourishing, casting a green shade in the summer. Come spring, it would bloom with pure white flowers. It would grow slowly within the Duke's residence, starting from the time Ji Heng was alive, continuing on for many, many years to come.Jiang Li reached out to touch the tree trunk. The branches were laden with snow, weighing down the young tree until it leaned slightly. As she brushed away the snow, the tree seemed to lighten, straightening up a bit. Just then, her fingers brushed against something uneven on the bark. Sensing it might be carved markings, she looked closer—and her eyes instantly reddened, tears nearly falling.

The handwriting was familiar—it was Ji Heng's, likely carved with a sword tip: "Spring, third month of the twenty-eighth year, planted with Ali."

Through those words, she could almost see the young man in red kneeling on the ground, carefully etching each character with his sword. His expression was earnest, his amber eyes focused under the moonlight, a faint smile gracing his lips—a breathtaking sight.

To Jiang Li back then, it had been a trivial matter, yet he had treasured it, solemnly commemorating it as though it were a significant event worth remembering in his life.

Why... why would he be like this?

Jiang Li turned away, tears instantly falling and vanishing into the soil. The young tree trembled gently in the wind, tender yet uncomprehending, while her heart ached with an indescribable bitterness.

After composing herself for a while, Jiang Li turned and walked out. She thought perhaps this was also something Ji Heng had left for her—this pear tree they had planted together would stand in his stead, accompanying her through countless seasons.

Outside the courtyard, she encountered Xue Huaiyuan, who studied her expression as if he had something to say. Pausing, Jiang Li asked, "Father, has something happened?"

Xue Huaiyuan quickly waved his hand. "Nothing serious, just a matter I'd like to discuss with you."

"Please go ahead," Jiang Li said.

Xue Huaiyuan led her to sit at the stone table outside before speaking. "I was thinking, since the New Year has passed and you'll be staying in Yanjing City from now on, we should make a trip back to Tongxiang first. We'll settle the old family property there, bid farewell to the villagers, and then not return. What do you think..." He looked at her inquiringly.

Jiang Li wasn't particularly surprised; Xue Huaiyuan had mentioned this plan before, and she agreed. She also intended to visit Qimin after returning to Tongxiang, since the route passed through there anyway. She immediately replied, "Alright."

Xue Huaiyuan seemed relieved but hesitated before adding, "Ali, I know what's on your mind. I won't repeat the empty comforts others offer—you understand your own heart. But wherever you are, Ah Zhao and I will be there too. Our family will never be separated again. Whether you stay in Yanjing City forever or go elsewhere, I won't let you face anything alone. So do what you need to do—ignore others' opinions and gossip. Ah Zhao and I will always understand you."

Jiang Li smiled. "I know, Father."

"Then let's plan when to depart," Xue Huaiyuan said. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll return."

"Father," Jiang Li interrupted, "there's something I'd like to discuss with you too."

"What is it?"

"After we return to Tongxiang, I don't wish to come back to Yanjing City immediately. I want to go to Qimin first."

Upon hearing this, Xue Huaiyuan fell silent for a long time."Father, no matter how I think about it, I can't accept just waiting idly in Yanjing City. It's not that I'm incapable of waiting, but I always feel I could be doing something else. Only by going to search myself, only when I personally confirm there's no hope, will I be able to give up. Otherwise, I'll carry this regret with me for the rest of my life. Shouldn't one live according to their true heart? This is what you taught both Ah Zhao and me."

Xue Huaiyuan sighed with a bittersweet smile, shaking his head. "Ah Zhao told me earlier that you would definitely go to Qimin once. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that rascal understands you quite well. Ali, I've said it before - I won't stop you from doing what you want, but your father and Ah Zhao will accompany you on this journey."

"But your health..."

"Our health isn't good, but is a delicate young woman like you any better? Let it be so, Ali. Ji Heng is your obsession, and you are your father's obsession. I've already lost you once - I can't bear to lose you again."

Jiang Li clearly saw the pain in Xue Huaiyuan's eyes, and suddenly realized how selfish she had been. Since Ji Heng's accident, she had been so immersed in her grief that she forgot how worried her loved ones must be seeing her like this. Xue Huaiyuan had watched her die once before - he couldn't endure that pain again.

Jiang Li nodded. "Alright, Father. Let's hire more guards and go to Qimin together."

Only then did Xue Huaiyuan look satisfied. As they began discussing when to depart and who to bring along, Ye Mingyu happened to pass by. Hearing their conversation, he paused and asked, "What's this about a long journey? Where are you going?"

Jiang Li turned to see Ye Mingyu returning from outside, his broadsword slung over his shoulder. She replied, "We're planning to return to Tongxiang for a while."

"Back to Tongxiang?" Ye Mingyu looked at Xue Huaiyuan. "What? Is Master Xue returning to his hometown?"

"Not exactly," Xue Huaiyuan explained. "This trip to Tongxiang is to handle matters with the old family residence and bid farewell to the relatives there. After that, we won't return to Tongxiang but will stay in Yanjing City to keep Ali company."

"Is that so," Ye Mingyu said heartily. "Then let's travel together! I need to return to Xiangyang myself."

This time, it was Jiang Li's turn to be surprised. "Uncle is returning to Xiangyang?"

"Yes, I received a letter from Big Brother yesterday. He said the Taoshuiwen fabric is selling quite well in Yanjing City now. With Shijie doing well in his official position, and Mother unable to see him often since we're separated by distance... The Ye family originally settled in Yanjing many years ago, and now we're planning to move back from Xiangyang. I'm going back to bring Mother and Big Brother's family here." Ye Mingyu laughed heartily. "Ali, when your cousins arrive, you won't be so lonely in Yanjing City anymore. Who knows, you might even need to help out with the Ye family shops!"

This was unexpected for Jiang Li, but she was genuinely pleased. It had been a long time since she last saw Old Madam Ye and the others. "That would be wonderful," she said.

"So then, when are you planning to set out? Take me along!" Ye Mingyu patted his chest. "With me around, even bandits will make way for us. The journey will be safe and smooth - I guarantee we'll arrive earlier than you expect!"

Jiang Li and Xue Huaiyuan exchanged glances. Jiang Li then said, "In that case, we'd be honored to have Uncle travel with us.""Alright," Ye Mingyu replied cheerfully.

...

This journey from Yanjing City back to Tongxiang was the second time Jiang Li had traveled it since her rebirth. The first time, she had been utterly alone, but now Xue Zhao and Xue Huaiyuan were by her side—perhaps a mercy from heaven. Yet heaven, unwilling to grant anyone a life of perfect peace, had still taken away what she held dear.

Jiang Li set off ten days after the New Year, leaving Yanjing City quietly, with hardly anyone aware of her departure. She left some people behind to look after the Duke's residence, while Zhao Ke and Wen Ji accompanied her on the journey. Situ Jiuyue was also with them, claiming she might find rare poisonous herbs along the way to use as ingredients. True to Ye Mingyu's earlier assurance, they encountered no bandits or highway robbers along the route—perhaps because their party was large, and the guards escorting the carriage looked formidable enough to deter any potential troublemakers.

In any case, the journey to Xiangyang was completely safe and uneventful.

The group first arrived in Xiangyang and met with the Ye family. Old Madam Ye had already heard about what happened to Jiang Li and, holding her hand, shed tears of sympathy. She felt it was a cruel fate for Jiang Li to remain unmarried for the rest of her life at such a young age. The rest of the Ye family also felt sorry for Jiang Li, with Ye Jia'er particularly heartbroken over the death of Jiang Li's future husband in battle. Because of this, the Ye family treated Jiang Li with even greater care, hoping that during her stay in Xiangyang, she could find some happiness and temporarily forget her sorrows.

Due to Old Madam Ye's poor health, the Ye family planned to wait for warmer weather before returning to the capital. They also needed time to settle matters related to their shops and properties in Xiangyang, as this move to Yanjing City was intended to be permanent.

Jiang Li stayed with the Ye family for the time being. After another ten days or so, when Xue Huaiyuan and Xue Zhao prepared to leave for Tongxiang first, Jiang Li told Old Madam Ye that she also wanted to visit Tongxiang. After all, during her last visit, she had been preoccupied with dealing with Feng Yutang and hadn't had the chance to properly see what Tongxiang was like.

Now, Old Madam Ye, fearing Jiang Li might dwell on her misfortunes, was willing to indulge her in anything that made her happy. She readily agreed but worried that Jiang Li might find the trip dull going alone, so she asked Ye Jia'er and Ye Rufeng to accompany her. Thus, the three young people, along with Xue Zhao, Xue Huaiyuan, and Situ Jiuyue, returned to Tongxiang.

Tongxiang remained much the same. After Feng Yutang's downfall, a new county magistrate had been appointed. This magistrate was relatively young, not yet thirty, but perhaps because of his youth, he was quite talented. He had already accomplished several significant tasks in Tongxiang, and the locals were very satisfied with him. When they heard that Xue Huaiyuan had returned, the townspeople flocked to the Xue residence, bringing gifts like eggs and grain.

Back when Jiang Li rescued Xue Huaiyuan from Feng Yutang's clutches, he had been driven mad, a fact known to all in Tongxiang, who had lamented his fate. Now, seeing Xue Huaiyuan standing before them, clear-minded and articulate, albeit slightly older and more worn than before, they felt as if he were exactly as he used to be. The people could only thank heaven for its mercy. Zhang Tufu laughed heartily and said, "I always knew Lord Xue would recover! In this world, good people really do get their due rewards!"The crowd chimed in agreement, and when the common folks spotted Jiang Li, they even attempted to kneel and kowtow in gratitude. Had it not been for Jiang Li leading them to Yanjing City back then to strike the stone lion and sound the grievance drum, leading to Feng Yutang’s punishment, they would still be suffering under his tyranny in Tongxiang, unsure of how much longer their hardships would last.

Jiang Li dared not let them actually kneel, quickly stepping aside to avoid the gesture and helping them up, assuring them it was unnecessary. When they noticed Xue Zhao seated in his wheelchair, they sighed with sympathy.

After finally seeing off these enthusiastic townsfolk and tidying up the Xue residence, everyone settled in properly.

Xue Huaiyuan said to Ye Jia'er, "Our humble home is rather simple. I hope you’ll bear with it, Miss Ye."

"It’s no trouble at all, Uncle Xue," Ye Jia'er replied with a smile. "The Xue family is deeply respected in Tongxiang."

Xue Huaiyuan smiled without responding. Perhaps that was true, but returning this time stirred many emotions. In the Xue family ancestral hall, the memorial tablet of Madame Xue was covered in dust. Xue Huaiyuan had Jiang Li enter to offer incense to Madame Xue and share a few words.

By nightfall, Jiang Li stayed in the courtyard she had inhabited before her marriage, sleeping in her old bed. Though Feng Yutang had sealed the Xue residence, the family’s frugal means meant there were no valuable possessions inside, so the rooms remained untouched. Sitting on her former bed, Jiang Li felt unsettled for a long time. It was as if all these years—her marriage, being wronged, rebirth, being bestowed a marriage, and now Ji Heng’s disappearance—were merely a dream, or like an audience member accidentally stepping into the play, unable to distinguish illusion from reality.

Yet, life had gradually moved on. She touched the butterfly at her neck—warm, crystalline, like flowing blood, vivid and dazzling, ensuring her memories never faded.

She closed her eyes.

In a way… this was like bringing Ji Heng back to her hometown.

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The first day of the fourth month was the Spring Lantern Festival.

Tongxiang had a long river, and on this day, many young ladies and married women would release handcrafted flower lanterns along the embankment. Inside the lanterns, candles glowed, and from afar, the water’s surface shimmered with lights, illuminating the depths below. The rippling reflections created a scene reminiscent of a dragon palace or celestial realm.

That evening, the younger members of the group set out to experience the lively Spring Lantern Festival. Xue Huaiyuan, hindered by his leg, did not join them, instructing the guards to accompany and ensure their safety.

Aside from Xue Zhao and Xue Huaiyuan, the rest were witnessing such a spectacle for the first time. Though Tongxiang couldn’t rival the bustle of Yanjing City, its customs were pure and sincere. As the Spring Lantern Festival held great significance for the locals, the night was as vibrant as a temple fair in the capital. The streets teemed with people enjoying the festivities—young masters and misses, youths from common families, and playful children. Many wore masks painted with deity faces in all colors imaginable, giving the scene an initial impression of a grand opera. This tradition stemmed from the local belief that during the Spring Lantern Festival, deities would descend to earth in mortal guise, and wherever they wandered, they would bless that place with favorable weather and abundant harvests. Thus, it was customary for Tongxiang’s residents to don deity masks and revel in the celebrations.Situ Jiuyue bought a black-faced deity statue, while Ye Jia'er purchased a benevolent Bodhisattva figurine with eyes smiling into narrow slits. Ye Rufeng wore a mask featuring a face with bristling beard and glaring eyes, appearing fiercely intimidating. Xue Zhao and Jiang Li each wore masks depicting a pair of twin children.

Lanterns were everywhere, accompanied by the bustling sounds of crowds. Clay figurine artisans could be seen at every turn, and someone even pressed a stick of candied hawthorn into Situ Jiuyue's hand. Street performers and sugar-blowing artists filled the streets. The vibrant atmosphere of Tongxiang differed completely from the capital, yet it possessed a prosperity beyond worldly cares—like the utopia recorded in ancient texts, where everyone appeared content and at ease.

This was Situ Jiuyue's first visit to Tongxiang, and her expression brimmed with wonder. Xue Zhao took it upon himself to explain these novelties to her, and unconsciously, the two fell behind the group. Noticing this, Jiang Li made no attempt to hurry them, thinking it might be good for them to have some time alone. It was rare to see Situ Jiuyue so relaxed, and when Jiang Li glanced back, she could still catch the smile lingering on Situ Jiuyue's face.

She was genuinely happy.

Jiang Li felt glad for her. Meanwhile, Ye Jia'er and Ye Rufeng had stopped before a street performer who was juggling stacks of plates—some in his hands, others balanced precariously on his head—all without dropping a single one. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the two siblings watched, utterly captivated. Jiang Li paused nearby, waiting patiently.

Just then, Jiang Li happened to turn her head and her gaze suddenly froze. She thought she glimpsed a familiar figure flashing through the crowd—a vivid splash of crimson that seemed to dim the surrounding brilliance and bustle. Her heart jolted violently, and her body moved faster than her thoughts. Almost without thinking, she dashed toward that spot, desperate to see clearly who it was.

The area was packed with people. Jiang Li bumped into many as she pushed through, offering hurried apologies before continuing her search. But she couldn't find the figure anywhere—as if it had been a trick of the light or her imagination, yet it felt unbearably real. She caught up with a red-clad figure wearing a mask ahead of her. For a moment, she almost believed she'd found them. With trembling hands, she reached out and lifted the mask, only for her smile to freeze on her face. Beneath it was a middle-aged stranger staring at her suspiciously.

Choking back emotion, Jiang Li managed, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

The man initially seemed ready to scold her, but seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he assumed she was frightened and said, "It's alright, no need to cry over a mistaken identity," before walking away awkwardly.

Jiang Li remained where she was, surrounded by flowing crowds. Amid the jostling masses, she strained to catch another glimpse of that red silhouette. But under the flickering lantern lights, she saw nothing. Countless faces passed by concealed behind various masks, yet none revealed the person she longed to see.

She had lost Ji Heng and couldn't find him no matter how hard she tried.

Both sides of Tongxiang's streets were lined with peach blossom trees. This year, spring arrived with exceptional abundance, the branches layered with blossoms in their full, flirtatious glory. It should have been a rare and beautiful sight in the mortal world, but here, amid the joyous crowds, it only made Jiang Li feel desolate and forlorn.

She searched again and again, until every face began to blur into the same person. Finally, exhausted, she came to a stop.Ye Jia'er and Ye Rufeng had long disappeared from her side. She had left in such a hurry that she hadn't bid farewell to the siblings, yet after all her wandering, nothing remained.

The April breeze seemed to carry a warmth that tingled against one's face. Jiang Li strolled slowly along the riverbank, where many young women were releasing floating lanterns. The water surface shimmered with their glow, as lovers used ripples to convey their longing. Amid the singing, dancing, and revelry, Jiang Li walked slowly, as if transported back to that intoxicating spring night many years ago. Ji Heng had also walked like this—slowly, detached from the festivities, standing apart in the midst of prosperity like an intruding stranger.

Some passersby cast curious glances at Jiang Li, noticing this exquisitely elegant young woman with a lost, desolate expression. Unaware of what preoccupied her thoughts, she moved with exceptional slowness, as if pacing through the very journey of life itself.

The lanterns seemed as though they would never go out. Jiang Li walked for a very long time until she reached the end of the riverbank. Just then, she heard Ye Jia'er's voice calling, "Cousin!"

Jiang Li turned around to see Ye Jia'er running over, panting heavily. She grabbed Jiang Li's hands, looking her over from left to right, and said, "Cousin, where have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere and thought you had disappeared. I almost went to report it to the authorities."

"I'm fine," Jiang Li forced a smile but, not seeing Ye Rufeng nearby, asked, "Where is Rufeng?"

At this, Ye Jia'er's expression grew even more troubled. Jiang Li pressed, "Has something happened?"

"At first, Rufeng and I didn't realize you were missing. We thought you had gone to wait for Young Master Xue and the others. Not far ahead, a stage was set up with an opera performance. Rufeng had never seen such a skilled troupe before, but the area around the stage was guarded. It seemed some wealthy young master from out of town had reserved the entire performance for himself. Rufeng, being young and hot-headed, couldn't stand it and got into an argument with the man. Later, Young Master Xue arrived to mediate, and the situation still hasn't been resolved."

Jiang Li frowned. "How did this happen?"

"Even if I wanted to intervene, there was nothing I could do," Ye Jia'er said, her face full of anxiety.

"Sister, don't worry. I'll go see what's going on. Since Ah Zhao is there, I doubt Rufeng will come to any harm," Jiang Li reassured her. She was familiar with all the locals in Tongxiang. Unless it was an outsider, she would know anyone from around here. It was likely just a misunderstanding.

Ye Jia'er nodded. "I'll take you there."

The two hurried to the place Ye Jia'er had mentioned. At the eastern street of Tongxiang, beneath a building in the Qinglian District, they could hear the melodious and lingering strains of opera from afar. It was none other than The Peony Pavilion.

"Dreaming of orioles warbling, the fleeting springtime fills the world. Alone, I stand in the deep courtyard. The incense burns out, the embroidery thread lies abandoned—why does this spring stir my heart as last year's did?"

The female singer's voice was distant and languid, evoking a sudden burst of spring scenery. The onlookers did not enter the district but watched from outside. On both sides of the road, peach blossoms bloomed enchantingly, reminiscent of the vibrant spring described in the opera, as if a wanderer had inadvertently stumbled into a startling dream.

"You say my emerald-green dress stands out, adorned with brilliant jewels and flowers. But do you know my lifelong love is for the natural? In the prime of spring, no one sees my beauty. Unaware, I startle the fish and birds, fearing even the flowers would shy away."

"Now the garden is all ablaze with brilliant purples and reds, yet they are left to crumbling wells and crumbling walls. The lovely scene and fine weather are wasted, and who enjoys the pleasing sight? Morning breezes and evening rains, rosy clouds and green pavilions, drizzling rain and gentle winds, misty waves and painted boats—the one behind the brocade screen squanders this glorious time."

Even though Jiang Li knew why she had come, she couldn't help but be captivated by the opera's charm, her steps slowing unconsciously. As she moved forward, she saw a massive stage set up at the entrance of Qinglian District. The performer on stage sang of unfulfilled spring passions, her voice filled with melancholy as the spring scenery seemed to shift subtly around her.

Below the stage, a row of chairs was set, but only one person was seated. Jiang Li could only see his cloak. She didn't spot Xue Zhao or Ye Rufeng. When she turned to look back, she saw only the crowd—even Ye Jia'er was nowhere to be seen.

Uncertain of the reason, she was about to step forward when she suddenly froze.

The man had his back to her, so she couldn't see his face, but she could clearly see the folding fan in his hand.The folding fan unfurled inch by inch, its peony embroidery woven with gold thread—exquisite and magnificent, breathtakingly beautiful, like Jiang Li’s memories, never fading. Unconsciously, her fingers drifted to her neck, where the butterfly fan pendant seemed to spring to life, almost fluttering into flight. Her heart soared high, unmoored from the mortal realm, her steps unsteady as if treading on air.

"For your flower-like beauty, years flowing like water. I’ve searched idly everywhere, only to find you pitying yourself in secluded chambers. Turning past the peony railings, pressing close to the lakeside rocks."

The opera’s melody was deeply lingering. Jiang Li’s gaze remained fixed on the figure’s back, utterly immobilized.

As if aware of Jiang Li’s presence, the gentle swaying of the fan stilled. His slender hand gripped the fan’s handle as he rose, disregarding the enchanting opera strains, and turned around.

In the dimming lantern light, time seemed to swirl past in an instant. The one who had once captivated remained captivating, standing in the boundless spring night. Peach blossoms vied to bloom for him, the youth clad in crimson, holding a folding fan, his lips red and teeth white, radiantly stunning. His amber eyes reflected the night’s stars and lanterns, and through the bustling crowd, they clearly mirrored her.

Jiang Li’s grip loosened; the butterfly fan pendant clattered to the ground with a crisp sound, instantly swallowed by the revelry. Yet she paid it no mind, her eyes locked intently on the crimson-clad young man as he strode toward her, step by step.

The world fell silent, as if years ago when he sat on the other side of the wall while she sang on a swing within. Or like that moonlit night on the temple roof, where she lifted a candle and her gaze, startlingly encountering peerless beauty.

All the bitterness, sorrow, melancholy, and despair had faded away. Amid the peach blossom hues, he approached her unhurriedly, the world’s comings and goings unable to hinder his path. Wild geese cross the azure sky, red beans grow in the southern land—countless forms of longing, yet only one beloved. It was him, only him, never another.

He reached Jiang Li, bent to retrieve the fallen butterfly pendant by her feet, his expression as teasing and captivating as ever, and handed it back with a smile. "Young lady, it seems you’ve found something of mine."

Jiang Li let out a soft laugh.

She had thought their first meeting was the most beautiful, but now she knew: the rarest treasure in this world is reunion.

"Then how do you plan to repay me?" She tilted her head, her eyes brimming with laughter. "How about offering yourself in marriage?"

End of Main Story

The main story of Di Jia concludes here. What follows are extra chapters—covering why Ji Ge disappeared and what he was doing, all detailed in the extras. The side couples’ extras include Ah Zhao and September, as well as Ji Mínghán and Yu Hongye. Updates for extras will be scheduled at 8 PM daily; please don’t come too early. Also, no mature content in this story—the site is strictly cracking down, and such content would lead to immediate removal. Off I go!

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