Today the sky was clear and bright. Being the weekend, the Ancient City was bustling with people. Occasionally, one could see parts of the city wall sectioned off with fabric screens, and through the gaps, glimpses of film crews at work could be caught.
Yan Lu was still pondering Gao Yuyue’s earlier words: "So where is this jade token now?"
Liu Runxi’s sword-like brows furrowed ever so slightly.
Gao Yuyue said with a cheeky smile, "As far as I know, this jade token was auctioned off at the Qingge Auction not long ago for an astronomical price of ten billion. Ten billion! Who knows which moneybags took it. May they be blessed."
Yan Lu clicked her tongue. "Ten billion? Just for so broken jade token?"
Just then, the long-silent Gu Bichen suddenly spoke, "Do you know who has possessed these jade tokens in the past?"
Yan Lu reflexively asked, "Who?"
"Lin Miaoniang, who angrily struck the drum of grievances in ’The Opera of Maidens’; the blind woman from the legendary love story of the blind girl and General Yue Gu during the great battle of Yan Mountain three hundred years ago..."
After rattling off the nas, Gao Yuyue scratched her head. "Who else? I can’t rember for the mont."
Gu Bichen said coolly, "The eldest daughter of the once-greatest family in Yanjing—the Sang family—Sang Ziming."
The four present were simultaneously stunned.
Gao Yuyue abruptly turned her head. "Sang Ziming? Are you saying that Sang Ziming also had this jade token?"
This was the first ti she had heard of it.
Of course, she was nowhere near qualified to enter the circles of Yanjing’s elite back then.
Sang Ziming—that na had long faded into history, yet no one could truly forget.
The epito of wealth, power, beauty, talent, and aristocracy, Yanjing’s greatest beauty.
In her ti, she was the undisputed socialite queen of Yanjing. Even after so many years, her na still stirred the heart.
Sadly, as if to validate the curse of that jade token, her fate was no better than that of Princess Qingyu.
A life fraught with misfortune and a beauty destined for sorrow.
Gu Bichen said faintly, "By a twist of fate, an elder in my family once t Senior Sang Ziming."
Yan Lu glanced around warily. "Forget it, let’s not discuss Senior Sang anymore. Be careful of eavesdroppers."
Perhaps Gao Yuyue was less familiar, but in this era, the na Sang Ziming had beco taboo.
"We’re just talking about the jade token, what are you afraid of?" Gao Yuyue shot her a sidelong glance. "You’re Yan Ting’s niece. Who in Chunzhou can intimidate you?"
Yan Lu sighed in exasperation. "You... forget it."
Gao Yuyue turned to Gu Bichen. "And then? What happened to Sang Ziming?"
Gu Bichen shook his head, unwilling to say more.
Gao Yuyue huffed impatiently. "First you bait us, then clam up. So annoying. Isn’t it just that Sang Kunrou betrayed their nation? I think there’s more to it. As a descendant of the Yan Country’s royal family, wouldn’t they have a sense of honor? How could they do such a thing? It must’ve been so scoundrel’s slander."
By the ti Yan Lu tried to clamp her hand over Gao Yuyue’s mouth, it was too late.
In that mont, a shrill voice suddenly erupted: "What rogue dares to spout such nonsense here?"
They all looked up simultaneously.
A round-faced girl darted out from around a corner ahead, glaring at them furiously. Spotting Gao Yuyue as the speaker, she charged forward, aiming to slap her.
But Gao Yuyue wasn’t about to let her have her way. Catching her hand, she flung her aside forcefully.
"And who do you think you are, daring to act up in front of ?"
Jing Zhan was so enraged her nose almost twisted out of shape. "You... you... Runxi brother, are you just going to stand there while they bully like this?"
Gao Yuyue sneered and glanced at Liu Runxi. "Oh, so she’s an old acquaintance of yours."
Liu Runxi stepped forward, his expression neutral and voice devoid of emotion.
"Jing Zhan, you’ve crossed the line."
Jing Zhan bit her lip angrily. "Runxi brother, what she said borders on treason! Are you still going to side with her?"
Gao Yuyue retorted, annoyed, "Don’t pin a big hat on . I won’t wear it."
"You clearly were talking about Sang..."
"Jing Zhan." A gentle voice interrupted suddenly.
They looked toward the source of the voice.
A young girl in a flowing purple dress was approaching slowly. To her right was a girl in a pale yellow blouse, and behind her to the left, a boy followed at a asured pace, holding a parasol.
Gao Yuyue scrutinized her face and curled her lips dismissively.
Yan Lu stared at her for a few seconds before her expression abruptly shifted. Tugging at Gao Yuyue’s sleeve, she whispered, "Be careful with your words. This one’s not to be trifled with."
Gao Yuyue pulled her sleeve back. "I’m not to be trifled with either."
The newcor’s gaze instinctively fell on the black-clad girl sitting in the corner. For a split second, her pupils contracted, as if stung by sothing.
Yet her lips quickly curved into a faint smile, her deanor unruffled as she shifted her attention to Gu Bichen.
"Long ti no see."
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