On the day Tu Jian and Li Baoyuan were to be married, Xu Yuzhi suddenly appeared, clad in armor like a demon from hell and covered in blood. “A Jian, does the promise we made in Qianyu City all those years ago still stand?” Tu Jian hesitated, then nodded. He paid no heed to Li Baoyuan and snatched his bride away right in front of him.
Li Baoyuan knew Tu Jian had never loved him, and he knew how difficult the road she and Yuzhi had traveled together had been. He merely twitched the corners of his mouth and called after the two of them as they rode off into the distance: “Do you have enough travel money?”
Tu Jian had thought Li Baoyuan would become her live-in son-in-law, and that together they would stay with her father, the teacher, raising one top scholar after another. Of course, the Li family patriarch would have to agree! He would surely be glad. There weren’t many chances to throw his spendthrift son out of the house. But her father’s illness seemed to set fate’s gears in motion, shattering the illusion that their peaceful life would last forever.
A single Qianyu herb not only saved her father’s life, but also fulfilled her mother’s long-cherished wish as a princess of the fallen Lingzhou kingdom. In any case, they had to repay the eldest young master of the Qianyu family handsomely.
But all the young master asked of Tu Jian was a promise: if he ever called upon her in the future, she would answer.
Xu Yuzhi took Tu Jian’s hand and never wanted to let go. He said, “We have all the time in the world. There’s no need to rush. We’ll take it step by step, and in the end, we’ll have what we long for!”
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