Chapter 583: There is no poison in the 520 flowers.
Chinian’s facade of strength crumbled in an instant.
——I’m leaving G country.
"...Was it His Highness Chiluo who told you?"
——Yes, later my brother should also contact you, Mr. President. He will come to pick me up personally, and he will thank you and the President’s wife for your care in person.
"Since it’s about returning to your own country, to your home, I don’t know why the Seventh Princess is crying?"
Chinian sniffled, her grey pupils shimmering with crystal-clear tears,
——Although Brother Chiluo did not tell me outright when he sent me to G country, I knew in my heart, my brother didn’t want me to be a sacrifice in a political marriage.
"Your brother really does care about you deeply."
——But now... it’s no longer possible. My father insists on marrying me off to another country.
"..."
——I’ve known my fate for a long time, and I feel that the time I spent in G country was beautiful.
Wen Nian pursed his lips,
"I’m sorry, Your Highness the Seventh Princess, this is your father’s decision, there’s very little I can do."
——Mr. President, you’re taking it too seriously. This is a matter for our family. It would be too shameless of me to trouble you further.
"Then Zhongli must not know about this."
——I think, when the time is right, I’ll tell him myself, so that my friendship with him wasn’t in vain.
"Understood."
Wen Nian acknowledged.
Chinian wiped away her falling tears and smiled,
——Thank you, Mr. President.
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"So soon?"
"Yes, Chiluo already contacted me tonight. Next week, he will come personally to pick up Chinian and take her back to M country."
"How can the King be so heartless, Chinian is still so young, and he’s allowing her to marry far across the ocean..."
Song Lili sighed.
At times like these, all one could do was sigh with regret.
The two sat on the balcony of the master bedroom, on a double rocking chair, with a pot of tea and two plates of snacks on the small table in front of them.
Song Lili and Wen Nian leaned on each other, the rocking chair gently swaying.
"Every family has its own difficult scriptures."
Song Lili turned her head to look at Wen Nian, "This afternoon, Aunt Xiao called, asking you to go home and see Grandpa."
"What’s wrong with Grandpa now?"
"They say his health is getting worse."
Song Lili spoke indifferently.
"Got it, I’ll find time to go see Grandpa."
"Mhm."
Song Lili responded, then suddenly stood up,
"Oh right, I have something for you."
Song Lili said and dived into the room, then came out of the bedroom and went around to the study, handing Wen Nian an album,
"Take a look. That fighter jet we talked about last time, I’ve looked through quite a few books, do you see any issues with this design?"
Wen Nian flipped through the album, nodding his head,
"It seems okay at first glance, but... the details seem too rough."
"Hahahaha..."
Song Lili suddenly laughed.
"What’s so funny?"
"I thought I could fool you!"
Song Lili tilted her head back, swinging her legs, a sly glint as she glanced sidelong at Wen Nian.
Seeing her laugh so mischievously, Wen Nian reached out to pull her onto his lap, "Trying to deceive me? Hmm?"
"I was hoping for a reward, although it’s not perfect, I did really put some thought into it."
"Lili... I’ve noticed you’ve been really restless lately."
"No, you’re overthinking it."
"Behind the scenes and to my face, they’ve all been hinting at me..."
"What are they hinting at..."
Song Lili’s hand crept up Wen Nian’s chin, her slender but not delicate fingers rubbing back and forth across it.
"They’re hinting at this restless, agitated heart of yours."
Upon saying that, Wen Nian put on a deliberately fierce expression, pushed down her head, and bit her mouth hard.
Lili sat on Wen Nian’s lap, looking at the handsome young man.
She caressed his cheeks.
Seeing so many people, yearning yet unable, to lose without being able to regain.
She cherished the here and now, this scene, all the more.
The long night stretched on, the rocking chair creaking "creak creak."
The President Mansion was never truly at peace, but they savored every stolen moment to the fullest.
Lili said, he served three terms as President, a full twelve years... By the thirteenth year, before he even had a chance to step down, she had already been executed.
He looked at the woman nestled in his arms, sweetly smiling.
He... would not seek another term.
He became President for her, to change this not-so-perfect world for her, even if just a little.
Eight years were enough.
He wanted to avoid that point in time forever.
Song Lili never knew that Wen Nian was afraid too.
Past lives and present, though it seemed their trajectories had greatly changed, who could guarantee that these changes would last until... she turned thirty-three?
Soul transference, such phenomena beyond scientific understanding, happened to Song Lili, and Wen Nian dared not even speculate what else might occur.
Perhaps it was because he knew.
Because he knew of that cutoff at age thirty-three, knew of Lili’s tragic fate in her past life.
Therefore, how he and Lili treasured their present, both of them did so all the more.
With the kind of tumultuous lives like Zhongli Wuzhi and Xiaoer, they truly didn’t have the luxury.
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Lu Family.
Lu Yonghuai looked at his daughter lying in bed, and only when her complexion finally seemed a bit better did he somewhat ease his worry.
She had been ill for a whole week, and this was the eighth day.
Her temperature had been normal for over twenty-four hours, and it was only at this moment that Lu Yonghuai dared exhale a long sigh of relief.
"Do you have any particular cravings? Shall I have someone prepare something?"
Xiaoer leaned against the headboard and yawned, her complexion was still quite pale, but already much improved from before as she smiled and squinted her eyes,
"I don’t really crave anything. I have no appetite."
"Then... if there’s anything you’d like to eat or drink, tell Dad immediately. Look how thin you’ve become, you’re hardly recognizable."
Xiaoer touched her face and chuckled,
"It’s okay. Others cry out every day about losing weight but can’t seem to shed it. I guess you could say I’ve succeeded in dieting."
"You, girl, what are you talking about? Are you actually smug about this?"
"After all, Dad’s always by my side, and I don’t feel like it matters even if I’m thin. Once my appetite returns, I’ll naturally make up for it by eating and drinking heartily."
Xiaoer said with a laugh.
Seeing Xiaoer’s spirits were good, Lu Yonghuai patted the young girl’s head,
"You..."
"Thump thump thump," a knocking sound came, and Lawyer Fu walked in,
"Old Master Lu, Miss Lu."
"Hello, Lawyer Fu."
Xiaoer greeted him.
"How’s the situation?"
Lu Yonghuai asked directly.
Lawyer Fu pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and looked towards Xiaoer,
"Miss Lu, are you certain... Song Jing put the poison in that bunch of Blue Roses?"
"I’m certain. That bouquet of Blue Roses was the only thing he had given me, and indeed, I started feeling unwell gradually after receiving those flowers. Before that, I had already been in that room for over an hour."