Jinling City, Tianyi Division.
When Shen Yunjie opened his eyes, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Jiang Lingxin was sitting beside him while fiddling with a newly acquired fan. Without turning his head, he said, “In just a year, Guan’er, you returned sooner than I expected.”
Shen Yunjie coughed softly, his voice too hoarse to speak.
“It’s just that your body will probably need a few years to recuperate.” Jiang Lingxin put down the fan in his hand and got up to sit on Shen Yunjie’s bed.
Shen Yunjie’s face was pale and bloodless. He coughed, covering his mouth, and then gasping for air. After a moment, he felt slightly better and murmured, “Where… where am I?”
“At home.” Jiang Lingxin lightly patted the back of his hand in comfortation, “It’s good that you’re back.”
Shen Yunjie’s pupils suddenly contracted. He struggled to sit up, then pressed his temples, frowning painfully: “I’m still alive?”
Jiang Lingxin looked calm, saying, “‘Wang Duan Chang’ will not kill you immediately, but it does make you appear dead. If you receive the antidote within half a month, you can still be saved.”
Shen Yunjie’s eyes showed pain. His fingers trembled as he gripped the quilt, and he said hoarsely, “Shizun, why…”
Jiang Lingxin raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent: “The things you did in the Imperial Prison can be hidden from others, but can they be hidden from me? Since you felt indebted to him back then, I allowed you to pay off that debt. I also wanted you to clearly see that spilled water cannot be retrieved. What? Are you still unwilling to let go?”
Shen Yunjie pressed his chest. The pain from the poison attack seemed to linger in his heart. It turned out that his selflessness and disregard for death were merely a lesson given by his master.
“Guan’er, you are the child I raised myself, the disciple I meticulously taught. Turn back in time, and I will not blame you.” Jiang Lingxin used the greatest patience of his life on this foolish disciple of his.
Shen Yunjie rested his fingers on abdomen, the wound throbbing faintly: “Shizun, I know I was wrong.”
Jiang Lingxin’s expression softened slightly as he picked up a bowl of medicine from a nearby table: “Drink this bowl of ‘Qian Chen Jin'[mfn]End of Past Dust[/mfn], and there will no longer be a person named Shen Yunjie in this world.”
Shen Yunjie’s pupils constricted sharply. His pale lips moved slightly. After a long pause, he said, “The Young Master and the children…”
“As long as he remains a simple, ordinary person and never involves himself in the imperial court for the rest of his life, I will not touch him.” Since Jiang Lingxin knew Xie Junyi’s whereabouts, he was naturally not afraid of him causing any more trouble.
“Thank you, Shizun.” Shen Yunjie took the medicine bowl from Jiang Lingxin’s hand. The black decoction reflected his eyes, which were devoid of any joy or sorrow. If he did not drink this medicine, Jiang Lingxin would not keep him, and Xiao Ning and his children would also be immediately eliminated.
Then the thick, bitter medicine slid down his throat, while white jade bowl slipped from the bed’s edge and shattered into pieces on the floor.
Past memories were all forgotten. From now on, he could only be Shen Guan.
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