Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1088 - 645: Song Yuzhi (joyce511 and He’s Jade+)_2

Chapter 1088: Chapter 645: Song Yuzhi (joyce511 and He’s Jade+)_2

She inherently possessed an Exquisite Heart, and could hear the sighs and nostalgic tone in the old man’s words...

"A person, a peerless one, in terms of temperament, this young lady today bears quite a resemblance to her, only separated by a generation."

Shong Xiufang knew the identity of the old man, and upon hearing this, her expression turned solemn. For someone to make him so full of emotion yet hesitant to speak, the person in question must have truly been one of a kind.

Perhaps she was also a martial artist.

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Elsewhere, Sui Yi returned to his original residence, with Hell’s Wan Ge beside him. As the two entered the courtyard, Hell’s Wan Ge asked: "That person is quite different from us."

"Hmm," Sui Yi pushed open the door, saying, "He naturally carries a hint of ancient charm."

He still remembered when they were at Mount Hua Palace, Gong Jiu and the others mentioned that Liew Baiyi bore a slight resemblance to her, as if she carried the aura of an ancient person. At the time, he thought it was a joke, but in retrospect, many jokes have a basis in truth.

Liew Baiyi...

Sui Yi pondered slightly in his heart and said after entering: "He probably knows more than we do, only I have things on me that he doesn’t know and wants to know."

Hell’s Wan Ge leaned against the door, contemplative: "I can’t gauge his strength."

Sui Yi smiled: "I can’t quite see through it either, but I can confirm that among those present today, he is the strongest. Even together, You Juanniao and the others don’t compare to him alone."

"What about you?" Hell’s Wan Ge looked at Sui Yi.

"Me?" Sui Yi gently placed Wei Zhenzhen’s clothes on the table and sighed softly: "I don’t know."

Perhaps she herself was the most bewildered regarding her own strength.

Hell’s Wan Ge had no comment: "Those two kids have returned... and brought someone with them."

The person they brought back was Yuchi Zheng.

"This person, when we started fighting, was already on the fourth floor defending against the Demon Sect people, and even saved us once. It seems he also knows Mr. Sui, so we brought him back."

Seo Ziling explained, while placing the severely injured and unconscious Yuchi Zheng on the ground.

He did not worry that Sui Yi would refuse them bringing back the person because Sui Yi had seen this person before and said nothing, essentially tacitly agreeing.

What he didn’t know was that Sui Yi neither refused nor accepted, just indifferent.

"Energy depleted, blood is weak, internal injuries, won’t die, you two are pretty much the same..."

Won’t die, one of the two major conclusions of Sui-style medical reports.

One, dead; two, won’t die.

Kou Zhong twitched his mouth, unable to say a word.

After Sui Yi administered the Magnetic Sensation treatment and prescribed medicine for the three, she paid them no more attention, turning instead to arrange Wei Zhenzhen’s clothing, only to pause when opening the wardrobe.

Inside the wardrobe, three sets of clothing were neatly folded.

When Sui Yi saw this, she paused for a moment.

Hell’s Wan Ge also saw this and had a slightly unusual expression.

This didn’t seem like clothing that Wei Zhenzhen would use.

Because they were all long robes.

Two green, one white.

Made from top-quality fabric.

Wei Zhenzhen had always been frugal, wearing coarse clothes herself, and the best set was the one Sui Yi casually bought her on the street that day.

And the latter had never been worn.

Now it lay folded neatly next to the three sets of clothes.

Meticulously orderly and careful.

Sui Yi’s eyes darkened slightly as she took out a set of clothes and opened it to look.

"It’s Sister Zhenzhen’s embroidery..." Seo Ziling’s voice came from behind, clear and mellow, yet seemingly a bit hoarse and weary.

He wanted to say more but ultimately didn’t.

The three sets of clothes were made carefully, stitch by stitch, yet in the end, not a single set was given out.

The unfinished set of clothes still lay on the bed, half-completed, yet ultimately not finished.

Sui Yi’s fingers gently pinched the fabric, closing her eyes.

A moment of silence.

Sui Yi carried Wei Zhenzhen’s belongings and the black blood-stained clothes from that day to the most beautiful mountain in Yangzhou, burying them in a serene and secluded spot amidst the forest.

Beside it was a lush green lake and clusters of small bamboo groves.

A cup of yellow earth, a tombstone inscribed with Wei Zhenzhen, below it carved Mr. Sui,

Previously, Sui Yi had asked Wei Zhenzhen to change the way she addressed him, but she was quite stubborn...

This was the way Wei Zhenzhen felt most at ease.

Mr., Mr...

In the following days, Kou Zhong and the others, along with Sui Yi and Hell’s Wan Ge, stayed in the mountains, first to stand vigil for Wei Zhenzhen for seven days and secondly for Kou Zhong and the others to heal.

Though Yuchi Zheng’s injuries were severe, he woke up on the third day. On that day he took his leave, and Sui Yi went with him. As Yuchi Zheng descended the mountain, he happened to see a white-robed gentleman ascending, passing by him, and the other person smiled at him.

Yuchi Zheng stood on the hill, watching as the white silhouette disappeared from view, paused in silence, and then sighed, turning to leave.

In the mountains, Liew Baiyi saw Sui Yi standing by the lakeside.

He walked over, serene and calm.

"This is indeed a good place."

Sui Yi turned his head to look at him, as Liew Baiyi, hands behind his back, slowly strolled over, gazing at the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters. Closing his eyes to savor it slightly, he then said: "I hadn’t expected that neither you nor Hell’s Wan Ge were aware of the Great Tang Double Dragon narrative."

The tone carried a peculiar sense.

"Your implication being that normally you’d be the one oblivious to the narrative," Sui Yi replied blandly.

"You’ve always been so perceptive; you should have suspected me long ago. After all, you already had such a person by your side... that Jiang Chenyu, Miss Jiang."

"You know her?"

"Didn’t know her before, but later came to know...whether one belongs to the same kind, one can tell at first glance; it’s just that she and I don’t belong to the same place or the same time..."

The more intelligent the conversation, the less need for concealment, as evidenced now by Liew Baiyi voluntarily revealing phrases perceived as inscrutable by others. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)