Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1572: Finale: Everything Has Only Just Begun

Chu Qianli thought for a long ti, and finally, accepted the fact with disappointnt.

Not being a descendant of the Lan Family, she simply couldn’t learn the Lan Family’s secret techniques.

So, that whole thing about eternal youth had nothing to do with her.

Sigh, what a sha.

However, she quickly rembered another matter.

Her puzzled gaze fell once more on Lan Qing, and for a mont, even her fingers seed to fidget uneasily.

Lan Qing glanced at her sideways and snorted coldly, "I’m twenty-two this year, still at a shallow level of cultivation."

"Amazing, at twenty-two you’ve already surpassed an elderly person in their seventies."

From now on, achieving eternal youth would certainly be a breeze for Lan Qing.

So envious.

Lan Qing couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention.

Chu Qianli finally got her emotions in order; now, her gaze fell on Feng Dingchu.

"Uncle Nine." That call of ’Uncle Nine’ was as sweet and obedient as could be.

"Uncle Nine, since it’s been said aloud, your coming to see off today ans you’ve agreed, doesn’t it?"

"Five years." Feng Dingchu snorted coldly.

Chu Qianli pouted, "How about ten years?"

"Three years..."

"Five years it is! We will definitely co back after five years! A month from now, you’ll let Jinrui leave. I’ve already told him to wait for him to co have fun."

Five years is better than nothing.

Five years is enough ti for them to travel and enjoy themselves thoroughly.

After all the hardships they’ve been through, everyone is tired.

Five years could be a good vacation for themselves.

However, Lan Qing was sowhat helpless: "While others are scrambling to be Emperor and seize Jiangshan, you all are giving way to each other."

"How about I let you have it?"

"How about you do it?"

Chu Qianli and Feng Dingchu exchanged a look.

At this point, Feng Dingchu was also quite helpless.

They’re all playful people with no interest in the royal court.

In truth, as Chu Qianli said, having frolicked for over a decade, spending five years in return was sufficient.

"Then, Uncle Nine, Little Qingqing, I’m off."

Chu Qianli walked to a large tree nearby, brought over the horse Fu Long had prepared for her, and mounted it in a leap.

"Uncle Nine, Little Qingqing, until we et again!"

The horse galloped away with the wind.

In the wind, her words seed to linger: "Five years later, I’ll let my son co back in your stead, goodbye to you!"

"..." Feng Dingchu’s expression turned a bit rigid until Chu Qianli and the horse completely left his sight. Only then did he think to ask the man beside him, "What did she say?"

"She said in five years, she’ll let her son co back in your place."

"That little rascal!" Feng Dingchu was so angry that he stomped his foot, almost crushing the tree underfoot!

Having a four-year-old child co back to do what?

By that ti, he wouldn’t be at ease and would have to teach that child statecraft every day.

By the ti the child grows up and can take charge, who knows how long that will be!

"You rascal, co back here!"

But he couldn’t catch up anymore!

The road to mastery never ends, and in the end, he still fell for that girl’s trick!

Lan Qing patted his shoulder and smiled, "Maybe, after five years you’ll like being the Regent King? Or perhaps, five years later, they might co back to rescue you, right?"

The future is long.

Five years.

Who knows what scenery five years later will bring?

At least for now, there is a ho, a nation, relatives, and friends.

If you can be calm, wouldn’t life still be delightful?

Feng Dingchu let out a long sigh, looking in the direction where Chu Qianli rode off, helpless, yet also slightly gratified.

In the past year, that girl has suffered so much hardship and grievance. At least, she is happy now.

If allowing her to be happy forever ans lifting this burden for them, does it really matter?

He suddenly raised his hand.

Lan Qing only felt a weight on his shoulder, his face suddenly changed: "Feng Dingchu, what are you doing?"

"Everyone’s gone, soone has to stay and keep this old man company."

Feng Dingchu turned his head to look at him, smiling, "The State Preceptor is in Nanming. How can Beiming not have one? Anyway, your sister is more capable than you, let her be the State Preceptor in Nanming, and as for you..."

He curled his lips into a smile, instantly draining the color from everything around them, "You stay here in Beiming and beco my Beiming’s State Preceptor."

"I’m not doing it..."

"It’s not up to you."

Feng Dingchu lifted his collar and with a gentle leap.

That plain white figure seed like a gust of wind, lightly floating towards the palace.

The wind blew.

The voices of the two still arguing hung in the air:

"Feng Dingchu, let go of !"

"The State Preceptor should have a good deanor, don’t say ’let go’."

"I just like saying it, what can you do about it?"

"Fine, for you, my Beiming’s State Preceptor is allowed to use profanities."

"I’m not your Beiming’s State Preceptor."

"You will be tomorrow."

"Let go, or I’ll be rude."

"Say that when you can beat ."

"Feng Dingchu!"

"Call Regent King."

"Scram!"

"Heh..."

Life is so ordinary; maybe having soone bickering by your side isn’t such a bad thing.

Five years, it seems, isn’t that hard to endure, is it?

Facing the wind, Feng Dingchu’s smile gradually deepened.

Tonight.

The clouds are light, and the wind is gentle.

Tomorrow will certainly be a sunny and beautiful day.

Everything is just beginning.

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