noffsinger Chapter 2115 Goodbye "Peace"
Chapter 2115 Goodbye "Peace"
Yan Ruyu observed Li Lingshi's expression.
"Feel free to say whatever comes to mind."
Li Lingshi pondered for a moment and said, "Once, a token fell out of the pocket of his cloak. The token was not big, about the size of a palm, and was entirely black."
Yan Ruyu's eyes sharpened instantly: "Are there any patterns or words on it?"
As Li Lingshi recalled, she said, "The pattern on it... to be honest, I'm not sure if it's a character or something else. It's definitely not Chinese characters. I've never seen characters like that before. They're crooked and look like they were drawn."
"You don't recognize him?" Yan Ruyu pressed.
Li Lingshi nodded firmly: "I don't recognize it, it's definitely not Chinese characters."
She paused, then said, "However, I glanced at it twice and roughly remember the shape of the words. I can draw them."
She looked around, picked up a twig, and slowly began to carve on the ground in front of her.
Yan Ruyu stared intently at the marks she had made.
The more I looked, the more frightened I became.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Li Lingshi finally stopped: "That's it, it's roughly these few words, crooked and winding, that's what I remember it to look like."
Five characters were carved on the ground, but they were not Chinese characters, nor were they the common seal script or clerical script; instead, they were several English letters.
safety.
Upon seeing those letters, Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted slightly.
This is an English word that translates to "peace".
She suppressed her shock, maintaining a calm expression, and looked up at Li Lingshi: "Are you sure it's these words? You haven't misremembered?"
Li Lingshi nodded vigorously: "I'm sure! I saw it very clearly at the time. Although I don't recognize it, I remember the shape very well. There's no mistake."
Yan Ruyu turned to look at the night sky, her mind a jumble of thoughts; she needed to think things through carefully.
This mysterious man in the black cloak must be Wu Ping'an.
But where did his token come from?
Why are there English words?
Was her transmigration to this other world a coincidence, or was there some other mystery behind it?
For a moment, too many questions flashed through her mind, leaving her clueless.
Huo Changhe noticed her distress and turned to Su Zhenhai, saying, "Envoy Su, let's stop here for tonight. We can discuss the rest tomorrow."
The Su family was also upset; so many things had happened overnight that no one had the energy to think about anything else.
"Yes."
Li Lingshi glanced at Su Jingzhuo, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
She ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.
Although the Su family didn't say anything, they probably wouldn't let her off easily since she almost killed Su Jingzhuo!
Thinking about all the persistence she had maintained over the years, and the hatred she had suppressed in her heart, it all seemed like a joke. Li Lingshi really didn't know what to say.
Su Jingzhuo swallowed hard, but ultimately didn't call out to her, watching her disappear into the night.
When Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe returned to their residence, Huo Changhe asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what Li Lingshi wrote?"
Yan Ruyu knew she couldn't hide it from Huo Changhe, so she didn't try to hide it from him.
She picked up her pen and wrote the word on the paper.
Huo Changhe was slightly surprised: "Your writing looks much better and flows more smoothly than hers."
After saying that, Huo Changhe realized something: "You recognize these symbols?"
Yan Ruyu nodded slowly: "That's right, this is also a kind of writing, but it's not the one we use."
“There are other different kinds of people in this world. I remember mentioning that to the prince before.”
Huo Changhe certainly remembered: "Yes, I remember you said that there are blond-haired, blue-eyed people on the other side of the ocean."
"That's right, they mostly use this kind of script."
Yan Ruyu pointed to the word: "In our terms, it means 'peace'."
Huo Changhe's eyes turned cold: "Ping An, Wu Ping An?"
“Exactly,” Yan Ruyu placed the note on the candlelight. “The matter of Li Lingshi may seem to be independent and unrelated to Liu Jiulang and others, but in reality, it is closely connected.”
Huo Changhe said hatefully, "In other words, it's related to Mr. Mo again. Who exactly is this person? Once I catch him, I will definitely cut him a few times with my own hands."
Yan Ruyu said softly, "I also look forward to that day, it will definitely come."
Dawn was approaching in Rongzhou.
Su Jingzhuo did not return to the courtyard to rest, and Su Zhenhai knew that he could not sleep, so he took him back to the study.
The night breeze rustled the bamboo blinds on the window frame, making a soft, rustling sound.
The study still retained the warmth of the daytime, and a celadon lamp burned on the desk, its dim light spreading over the books and casting shadows of varying depths on the rosewood table.
Su Jingzhuo hasn't been here for a long time.
Reaching out, my fingertips gently brushed across the words on the page; those tiny characters were Su Zhenhai's handwriting.
“Father,” he began, his voice hoarse from a long illness, “I have been seriously ill these days, and I’m sorry to have troubled you.”
Su Zhenhai was taken aback. He had spent half his life in the military and had always been a man of his word. His concern for his children was always kept to himself and never spoken aloud.
Su Jingzhuo was sensible from a young age, and his personality was like his father's. He didn't like to wear his emotions on his sleeve, so this straightforward apology left him somewhat at a loss.
A sudden surge of sourness welled up in Su Zhenhai's nose. He turned his head away, his gaze falling on the deep night outside the window.
“You are my son,” he said, his voice lower than usual, “It’s only right that I worry about you, why say such things.”
Su Jingzhuo lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them.
He remained silent for a moment, and the wick of the celadon lamp on the table flickered slightly, its light shimmering on his face.
"What does Father intend to do with Ling Shi?"
The air in the study instantly became still.
Su Zhenhai withdrew his gaze and looked at his son's pale face, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
How could he not resent it?
Li Lingshi's scheming was aimed at Su Zhenhai's only son. She didn't want a quick death, but to turn Jing Zhuo into a monster little by little, making him suffer excruciating pain day and night.
During those days, Jing Zhuo was bedridden and emaciated, rarely even waking up. Every breath he took felt like being crushed on a knife's edge. Su Zhenhai saw this and felt heartbroken.
But then he thought again and realized he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The complete annihilation of the Li family was ultimately inextricably linked to the Su family.
If he hadn't asked Old Master Li to investigate secretly back then, the Li family wouldn't have been caught up in that monstrous wave and ended up with their family destroyed and their lives lost.
A once-prosperous scholarly family was reduced to a single orphan, Li Lingshi, burdened by a deep-seated blood feud, living like a weed.
Su Zhenhai raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his eyes filled with conflict.
He pondered for a long time: "I, as your father, am also unable to make up my mind."
He finally shook his head, his voice weary.
Su Jingzhuo pursed his lips into a curve, remained silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and looked up at Su Zhenhai with clear and firm eyes.
“Father, I have an idea.”