Chapter 1600: Chapter 5: No longer et thereafter_3
When Jiang Wang arrived at the Long Life Palace, the guards outside the palace gates were not lacking. Though the people were gone, the tea had not cooled so quickly.
It was said that the Son of Heaven ordered the Long Life Palace to be preserved forever, and here it should remain unchanged…
Waiting outside the palace door was none other than Feng Gu.
It was only a short ti since they last t, but the elder with dark eyes looked even older. The sense of danger that once faintly emanated from him had vanished.
His sorrow was hard to hide between his brows, yet his manners were impeccable: “Lord Jiang.”
Jiang Wang returned the gesture politely before stating: “Lei told that the Eleventh Prince left a gift.”
Feng Gu glanced a few tis behind him: “Did Lei bring you here?”
Jiang Wang replied nonchalantly: “He was a bit exhausted and went back to rest first.”
Feng Gu probably knew of Lei Zhanqian’s temperant, just sighed lightly, and said: “Please co this way.”
Walking behind Feng Gu, this was the second ti coming to the Long Life Palace.
It was still such a grand palace, but no matter how Jiang Wang searched, he could no longer find the clear feeling of his initial arrival.
It was unrelated to lighting or arrangent.
The spirit of this palace indeed left with that frail Prince.
Along the long corridor, Feng Gu’s steps were silent, while Jiang Wang’s stride was clean and steady.
He ca here calmly, following Jiang Wuqi’s legacy.
It was a farewell to the dividing duel of that day, sending off this rainbow that pierced through the sky.
Feng Gu walked ahead and suddenly said: “The Prince actually always admired you greatly, often saying that having a talent like you coming east to enter Qi is fortunate for Daqi. But because you were close to the Third Prince, he did not seek to trouble you, so did not move to get closer.”
Jiang Wang was sowhat at a loss for words, simply said: “I have great respect for the Eleventh Prince.”
Feng Gu spoke no more. Unlike last ti, when he was eager to introduce Jiang Wang to every place he went, his words were filled with pride.
He appeared very aged now. Also like this palace, having sothing vital removed.
Regarding Jiang Wuqi, he clearly had countless topics that could be extended… But what is there to say?
The person was already gone.
Still leading Jiang Wang to that sa side hall as last ti, Feng Gu took a deep breath before stopping at the door, turning sideways to make an inviting gesture: “The Prince said, anything in this hall that the Lord fancies, you may take at will. This farewell can also serve as a rembrance for you.”
Jiang Wang rembered, this was Jiang Wuqi’s study.
The place where the Longevity Palace Master often stayed naturally held so precious objects.
This “take at will” was thus imasurable in value.
Hereafter… there will be no reunion.
Jiang Wuqi’s death news had been hazy for Jiang Wang, with an indescribable sense of unreality. Although knowing such news could not be false, he always wondered if there might be changes.
How could such a radiant figure just die like that?
Until hearing Feng Gu’s words, he truly realized—
Jiang Wuqi indeed had departed.
Death does not offer rcy because of his brilliance.
Jiang Wang entered the hall, first noticing the desk.
At the upper right corner of the desk was a stack of leisure books.
Jiang Wuqi had once introduced them as stories of benevolent n and ghosts, heroic heroes. When he rarely found leisure, he would read them.
Thinking now, for soone like him with the world in mind, idleness was the greatest pain. Thus he needed to find solace in those so-called leisure books.
If he had not been born into the royal family, he might have strapped a sword at his waist to travel the world and act heroically, seeking vengeance and justice passionately. Like that day when he wanted to spar heroically with Jiang Wang.
He was only seventeen.
In the upper left corner of the desk was a bowl of dicine, long cooled but still exuding a strong bitterness.
In the center of the desk lay a stack of snow-white Xuan paper.
Besides this, a brush rested on the inkstone, with the ink already dried.
“The Prince left in a hurry; I didn’t tidy up much.” Feng Gu explained from behind.
This study had two walls filled with bookshelves, holding an abundance of various books.
Feng Gu stood before the wall directly opposite the desk introduced: “These are classics from the Hundred Schools, basically works from various schools, left by the Prince mostly having been studied and holding value for discussion.”
Jiang Wang glanced roughly, feeling a sense of insignificance.
Feng Gu then moved to another wall, introduced earnestly: “These are Taoism, secret techniques, including the Prince’s cultivation notes, articles he wrote, so poems, and paintings.”
This wall of shelves was also packed, showing Jiang Wuqi’s accumulation.
Feng Gu raised his hand pointing across: “These are so exquisite objects the Prince loved, among them are so potent Magic Artifacts… Feel free to take one that catches your eye.”
The shelves leaning against this wall held various items, mostly Jiang Wang had never seen before. Last ti he only glanced briefly; this ti he looked closely… Still he could see but not recognize them.
The entire study, only the wall behind the desk was blank.
Behind the desk, on the large chair where Jiang Wuqi often sat, lay a worn white pillow, which Feng Gu did not intend to introduce.
Jiang Wang walked to the shelf holding Jiang Wuqi’s articles and notes, spoke out: “May I browse them?”
“Feel free to do so,” Feng Gu said.
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