The car drove off the highway and entered the suburbs of L City, finally stopping in front of a cluster of buildings with an antique style. To the left lay the capital city, to the right was the cliffside mountain. Its geographical location was quite clever.
Su Weisheng looked around at the surroundings. When his gaze fell on the continuous row of mountain villas, he was slightly surprised. He carefully recalled everything to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, then turned to ask You Sui, who had just gotten out of the car, “Is this the small temporary palace I built when I went on a summer retreat?”
You Sui leaned lazily against the car and said seriously, “Maybe because we have so many memories together here, even before I recovered my memory, I often dreamed about related things. So I followed the image in my memory to find this small temporary palace and bought it.
Later, as my collection of old items grew larger and larger, this place slowly became a private museum.”
Su Weisheng smiled and teased, “I heard the threshold is very high. To become a guest of the museum and come inside to visit, not only do you need luck, but it also depends on whether the curator likes you?”
You Sui blinked and said, “Yes, we randomly pick a few lucky viewers who meet the curator’s favor to come in and eat dog food.”
The whole museum was filled with old items from their time together. Calling it a testament of love was a bit cheesy, but it really did have that effect of making visiting guests eat dog food. Just as they were talking about this, another car stopped beside them, and immediately, the lucky viewers who would get to eat dog food today arrived.
Jiang Qiao’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Su Weisheng. Just as he was about to speak, he thought better of it, adjusted his tie, held back all the nonsense in his mind, and with a calm and serious expression, quietly called out, “Mr. Su…” He swallowed the rest of his words unwillingly so as not to be scolded by Star Lord for being too chatty.
Su Weisheng nodded at Jiang Qiao with approval. Not bad, keep it up.
Beside them, Jiang Yimian had shamelessly followed along. He looked at the two with surprise and delight, then took the initiative to greet them: “Great-grandfather, what a coincidence! Are you also visitors today? I came to gather information to complete our bet. I heard all the exhibits here are old items from two hundred years ago. Are you here to see the exhibits too?”
Su Weisheng pointed to Jiang Qiao beside him and smiled, “No, I’m here to meet your uncle.”
Jiang Yimian suddenly understood. So the meeting place between his uncle and great-grandfather was here! To be able to get such a ticket, great-grandfather’s network really was vast.
You Sui said nothing. He just took a pass card out of his pocket and handed it to the staff guarding the museum entrance. The staff respectfully called out, “Director You,” and then opened the main gate.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the pass card, then looked at You Sui again in surprise.
You Sui gave him a meaningful hint, “Don’t just look. This is our own property.”
Jiang Yimian: !!!
“Director You really is wealthy, even owning a private museum!” he exclaimed.
Su Weisheng and You Sui exchanged a glance, both a little speechless at his focus. After such a clear hint, Jiang Jinbao still hadn’t caught on. His intelligence wasn’t much different from Su Zhaocai’s.
Su Weisheng shook his head and strode forward with long legs. The others followed closely behind. Before their eyes was a spacious courtyard, winding paths and artificial hills on either side, and further back, overlapping palaces upon palaces.
The front yard was planted with clusters of osmanthus trees, their rich floral fragrance wafting in. A gentle breeze passed by, and the wind chimes under the eaves tinkled softly.
Everyone instinctively looked up at once.
You Sui stood behind Su Weisheng and chuckled softly, saying, “I still remember, you picked out this style of wind chimes, and I hung them up myself.”
Su Weisheng recalled the times they had built their love nest hand in hand. He tapped the other’s head with his finger, half amused and half annoyed: “How dare you say that? When I told you to hang the wind chimes, you were too lazy to do it yourself. You even secretly coaxed ten-year-old Yinzi to climb the ladder to hang them. The wind chimes in the villa were hung half by you two, so it’s not all your credit.”
Failing to take the credit, You Sui sighed softly, “If I had known earlier, I would’ve hung them all myself. Then now, talking about it, it would be a beautiful memory of just the two of us.”
Jiang Yimian was listening beside them, completely confused. He kept looking up at the wind chimes, feeling more and more that this thing looked like an antique. There was no way it was hung recently by the two of them, right?
Puzzled, he leaned over next to Jiang Qiao and whispered, “Uncle, look at those wind chimes. Could they be old antiques?”
Jiang Qiao slowly responded, “They are antiques.”
“I knew it! I still have some eye for this stuff!” Jiang Yimian said happily.
Jiang Qiao gave him a strange look. After waiting for a while without Jiang Yimian saying anything else, he finally couldn’t hold back and asked, “Don’t you have anything else you want to say?”
Jiang Yimian was a bit baffled by the question. “Say what? That great-grandfather and great-grandmother are really rich, and the wind chimes all over the villa are just old antiques bought for decoration?”
Jiang Qiao: “…”
He reached out and gave his nephew a heavy pat on the head, gritting his teeth and saying, “Jiang Yimian, can you use your brain a little?”
Su Weisheng and You Sui had already walked into the palace. Jiang Qiao followed closely behind, not wanting to look at his embarrassing nephew any longer. In the end, only a completely bewildered Jiang Yimian stood there, looking at their backs, then glancing back up at the wind chimes. He wasn’t wrong!
He scratched his head, and instead of going inside right away, he pulled out his phone with a puzzled look and searched, “Does the wind chime have any special meaning?”
Just then, Su Ning also came in. He looked up at the wind chimes and suddenly remembered how he was tricked by the teacher into climbing a ladder to hang wind chimes, only to roll down and end up bruised and dusty, crying as he looked for his dad. He clicked his tongue with a bitter feeling, “How come this thing is still here?”
Jiang Yimian: ???
The main hall was the highlight of the museum. Display cases on both sides held all kinds of collections, and nearby cards explained their origins. Most were old items from the previous dynasty’s palace, while a small portion came from the High Priest’s residence.
Su Weisheng’s gaze fell on one of the display cases. Through the glass, he could see a delicate jade fan inside. The fan body was made of translucent white jade, the ribs intricately patterned, and a tassel in a shade of blue-green hung from the handle.
Seeing this fan, Su Weisheng narrowed his eyes.
You Sui followed his gaze and let out a soft laugh, teasing, “You first joined that variety show just for this, didn’t you? Luckily, I have the habit of collecting old items. Otherwise, how could I have had such a perfect chance to lure you out?”
Su Weisheng opened the glass case and took out the jade fan. The cool, smooth touch transmitted through his fingertips all the way to his heart. He lightly played with his beloved old item, a corner of his lips curling up, his voice calm: “You should be thanking not your collecting habit, but rather my irresponsible descendants.”
He snorted softly. If it weren’t for Su Laijin, Su Yinian, and Su Cheng diligently selling off ancestral relics, how could You Sui have collected things so freely?
As they spoke, Jiang Qiao had already walked in, and along with him came the recently arrived Su Ning.
“Father,” Su Ning called out.
Jiang Qiao looked at Su Ning with a mix of surprise and doubt. A vague suspicion had already formed in his heart, but before he could react, he heard Su Weisheng call out:
“Hancheng, come here.”
Jiang Qiao was startled at those words.
Jiang Qiao’s courtesy name was Hancheng. He sometimes used it during prayers, but never imagined the Star Lord would remember it deliberately. What did this mean? It meant the Star Lord truly valued him!
Jiang Qiao’s eyes brightened, his tone excited, “I didn’t expect the Star Lord to remember Hancheng’s name. This is truly a great honor for me, Hancheng. If you have any matters, just give the orders directly. Is it that this kid Jiang Yimian troubles you too much? I’ll go home and lock him up right now, breaking his hands so he can never write those crazy scripts again…”
Excited, he started babbling again, recklessly airing out his nephew’s business.
Su Weisheng squinted his eyes from the noise and said coolly, “Silence.”
Jiang Qiao shut up instantly.
Su Weisheng lightly tapped Jiang Qiao’s head with the jade fan he was holding. A burst of spiritual power flowed directly into him. “You are promoted to probationary Divine Messenger, handling matters at the boundary between yin and yang together with Su Ning, but your prayer channel will be temporarily closed until your official confirmation, when it will be restored.”
Hearing the first part, Jiang Qiao’s face lit up with wild joy.
Hearing the second part, his expression shifted from delight to agony.
He really wanted to be a Divine Messenger. That was because Divine messengers had profound cultivation and could communicate directly with the Star Lord. But now that he had finally become one, his connection was forcibly cut off and prayers forbidden. What was going on?
A Jiang Qiao who couldn’t pray to the Star Lord was a hopeless salted fish.
Seeing his gloomy look, Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow. “Don’t want to do it?”
“I do! Thank you for the Star Lord’s favor. I will definitely cooperate well with Su Ning’s work and strive to get officially confirmed soon!” Jiang Qiao clung especially tightly to those last two words.
Su Weisheng looked at his pathetic attitude speechlessly, shook his head, and gestured, “You two discuss the details elsewhere.” With that, he dismissed them.
Not long after they left, Jiang Yimian, who had searched everywhere but couldn’t find any special meaning for the wind chimes, walked in, looked around, and asked curiously, “Where’s my uncle?”
“He went to the back courtyard.”
Jiang Yimian subconsciously wanted to head toward the back courtyard, too, but was stopped.
You Sui lazily leaned against the wall, speaking carelessly, “He went to discuss serious matters. Didn’t you want to see antiques and relics? Go to the side hall; there are more records there. The back courtyard has nothing.”
“Oh, okay, thanks.” Hearing this, Jiang Yimian curiously walked toward the side hall, casually asking as he went, “Director You, do you have any old items related to the High Priest? Like love tokens between him and his beloved, or letters he wrote?”
You Sui tugged at the corner of his mouth, showing no anger, and slowly asked, “Who is his beloved?”
Su Weisheng meaningfully replied, “Le’er, you don’t know that?”
“Yeah, yeah, the one who made the High Priest remain unmarried for life—Miss Le’er!” Jiang Yimian answered confidently.
You Sui watched Jiang Yimian’s figure looking around the side hall and said coolly, “There are no records of Le’er, but there are indeed many old items related to the High Priest inside. You can look for them yourself.”
To fulfill his bet with Great-grandfather and prove his script was correct, Jiang Yimian worked with great enthusiasm, carefully examining and photographing every item in the side hall. Slowly, he reached the center display case, which held a blurred old photograph.
According to the records, this was a photo from two hundred years ago of the High Priest and the monarch together. Because the palace preserved it using a special method, the photo remained undamaged, and even now, the outlines in the picture are still distinguishable.
“A photo from two hundred years ago still preserved—that’s impressive. And it’s a photo of two legendary figures. Wow, Director You, you’re amazing to have collected this…” Jiang Yimian said, quite excited. He leaned against the glass case, studying it carefully. After a moment, his voice abruptly stopped.
In the black-and-white photo, the High Priest with ink-black hair and a long robe, exuding a calm and cold temperament, sat side by side with the monarch in a dark robe, his fox-like eyes smiling. Their hands were intertwined, and when facing the camera, both had a trace of curiosity in their eyes, as if inspecting some novel gadget brought by foreigners.
The image froze there.
The image of the two holding hands was harmonious and beautiful, like a portrait passed down from the emperor and empress.
Jiang Yimian looked up at the two standing hand in hand at the entrance of the side hall, then glanced down at the photo inside the glass case. He looked back up at the two by the door again, rubbing his eyes once, and then again.
The two people in the photo seemed to have stepped right out of the picture and stood before him, exactly the same.
Jiang Yimian’s mind buzzed loudly.
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