From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1609

Chapter 1609: 703 Love Parting (Ending Part 1)_11 Chapter 1609: 703 Love Parting (Ending Part 1)_11 She found herself thinking increasingly of Anton Cook, of his sincere and unreserved words in the autumn wind at the Horse Field.

Aubree knew that no matter what choice she made, fate would always circle back to its predetermined orbit.

Because, from the beginning, she didn’t have a choice.

The moon hung alone in the tree branches, casting a dim light through the large windows that bathed the bedroom, making every corner vaguely visible.

It was a bedroom meticulously designed for her by Nikita Parker, exuding a young woman’s style, yet also showcasing a mother’s love for her daughter.

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Aubree thought of Peter Aria’s warm, comforting palm falling atop her head, filled with fatherly pampering and compassion.

She thought of Anton Cook’s gentle and lively gaze when he looked at her.

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Suddenly, she laid her hand on the chest.

Feeling the furious beat under her palm.

Human desire tends to swell over time, and once one has experienced the warmth of the world, how could one willingly retreat back to solitude in the deep mountains?

Her faith in Buddha began to waver.

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The cold wind hit them as Aubree and Anton Cook exited the airport.

Though it was not as biting as in Lostswa, the unexpected drop in temperature in recent days gave Pethkids an early taste of the cold wind.

The trip was made in secret, so they didn’t disturb any loved ones; it was Vincent Linggo’s assistant who met them at the airport.

Today was the day of the press conference and exhibition; as it was a Sunday, the visitor traffic was high, consisting mainly of students.

“Professor Linggo is busy arranging the exhibition at the moment.

He particularly asked me to take you to see the artifacts first,” said the assistant.

The objects on display were all replicas, encased in glass.

But Aubree was looking at the original.

The beautiful princess’ crown and gown were mounted on a mannequin, enclosed within a glass case.

Even after being buried underground for three hundred years, the garments retained their noble elegance.

The skirt was embroidered with intricate auspicious patterns of gold thread that, under the light, shimmered radiantly—it was hard to imagine the peerless elegance they would lend their wearer.

The crown itself was a beautifully complex work of art, with nine superb pearls giving off a unique radiance, representing the dignity and pride of a princess.

Everyone who saw the artifacts was awestruck by their beauty and refinement.

It was as if they had traveled back three hundred years, to the sight of a beautiful princess with her majestic beauty and unrivaled elegance.

Aubree watched in silence, as something stirred in the depths of her memory.

Anton Cook, too, was momentarily entranced.

Her gaze fell on a wooden comb, suddenly tightening.

Her fingers gently stroked the glass case.

“May I touch it?” she asked softly.

The assistant’s face tensed—he couldn’t forget that these were precious artifacts.

“Of course.” Vincent Linggo walked over, entered the security code, and with gloved hands, gently lifted the wooden comb.

Aubree took it.

The assistant started to speak, but a stern look from Vincent Linggo silenced him.

When the comb moved into Aubree’s hand, she visibly jolted, as though electrified.

It was an ordinary sandalwood comb that had been buried for three hundred years, and the surface had oxidised slightly, giving off a musky scent of decay.

On the front of the handle was etched four seal script characters— ‘步步生莲’.

When Aubree flipped it over, two of the characters were obscured by oxidation.

“玉汝于成.”

Vincent Linggo clapped his hands, his eyes full of surprise.

“Yes, that’s right!

How could I forget?

Ms.

Aubree, you’ve done us a huge favor!”

He and the experts had spent a long time studying the inscription on the back of the comb, even consulting with script experts, but they were still uncertain about the characters.

The young lady held the comb in silence, standing still.

Her eyelashes hung low, concealing the emotions brimming within her eyes.

It was only that under the bright lights, her complexion seemed excessively pale.

“This is my comb.

It was given to me by him…

who is he…

who is he?”

Deep within her soul, the woman was crying out in despair.

Nobody heard it but Aubree.

“I don’t want to stay here, I want to leave, I want to find him!.

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In the realm of the spirit, the woman was running frantically through a hazy landscape.

But this was a path that she’d been running down for a long time without finding an exit.

A young girl in white appeared amidst the smoke, watching her silently.

“I don’t want to stay here! let me go.” The woman seemed emotionally disturbed; she was beautiful, like a peony in full bloom on the brink of withering away.

It was a heartbreakingly gorgeous sight, causing profound regret.

“You’re so foolish, accepting a fate that is forced upon us.

If not for the Buddhist Woman’s prophecy, I wouldn’t have such a tragic fate.

I wouldn’t be stuck here for three hundred years, unable to reincarnate.

And I wouldn’t have lost him!”

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