Rebirth and Rewriting Fate

The next day, Yun Chu racked her brains all day but still couldn't figure out what the Crown Prince of Dongchi was planning to do to the Chamber of Commerce. So, she decided, forget it, let's leave these professional matters to the professionals. After all, Gu Ruoxiao is here.

She picked up the list on the table and flipped through it. She had found some successful businesspeople, but was still filtering through them. However, she lacked a key figure. Her beautiful brows furrowed again, and she sighed. This was truly too difficult.

The next morning, Yun Chu was idly staring blankly in Shili Pu. She wanted to put aside the matter of becoming a business expert for the time being. Her mind needed a rest and some time to clear its head.

This morning, Chengfeng brought news that things were being arranged in an orderly manner, and told her not to worry. Yun Chu was relieved and was able to relax and daydream now.

An argument could be heard coming from outside the curtain.

"Is this all the truckloads? Okay, just leave them here, I'll have someone deliver them later."

"Sir, we can deliver it ourselves."

"No, we have to deliver it from Shilipu."

"What's wrong?" Yun Chu asked as she stepped out the door.

“Miss, these are the drinks and goods to be delivered today. Manager Wang, who was on duty today, went to the south of the city, Manager Shen is resting in the side room with an upset stomach, Sister Zisu has gone out, and Brother Xu went out of the city to look for someone these past two days and hasn’t returned yet. There are no managers who can deliver the goods to our door right now. I discussed with the buyer about delivering it later, but they wouldn’t agree and insisted on delivering it themselves. How can that be? The first rule of Shili Pu is that the manager delivers the goods to the door, and the payment is settled in full.” Yunniang said anxiously.

The sun was shining brightly today, and Nanrao said she wanted to air out her bedding and pillows. Yun Chu left Nanrao and Zhuling at Wangyou Residence and only brought Mo Han to Shili Pu.

"Miss, I'll go deliver it." Ping An popped her head out, her face showing a hint of urgency and eagerness.

"No need, no need, we won't trouble you, sir. We'll take it back ourselves." A short man waved his hand cheerfully, his tone friendly and casual, but his narrow eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

"What is your address?" Yun Chu asked.

"It's not far, it will only take half an hour."

"Yunniang, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go with Ping'an to deliver this." Yun Chu said with a smile, thinking she would deliver the goods since she had nothing else to do.

"No, no, no," the short man and another man dressed as a servant hurriedly declined.

"It's alright, just two truckloads of wine, no trouble at all," Yun Chu said with a smile. "Mo Han, let's go."

So the short man and the servant drove the first carriage ahead, leading the way, while Yun Chuping and Mo Han followed behind in the second wine carriage.

The servant seemed a little nervous. He asked the short man beside him in a low voice, "Is everything alright?" His voice trembled slightly.

"It's alright, they're just women and children, they can't cause any trouble. Besides, we still have two gates to pass through, so don't worry," the short man said.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Prince's mansion, Gu Ruoxiao had been busy all night until dawn to set up all the defenses. Early in the morning, Chengfeng and Chiwu distributed the instructions to the Dark Guards to make arrangements.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, he was finally able to temporarily set down the heavy burden on his shoulders, lean back in his chair, close his eyes, and rest for a while. His face looked slightly tired, but his eyes still shone with determination.

Perhaps he was too tired, Gu Ruoxiao was about to fall asleep when his arm, which had been steadily resting on the table, slowly and uncontrollably slid down as he gradually drifted off to sleep.

This unintentional movement accidentally knocked over the delicate teacup on the table. The teacup immediately lost its balance and fell to the ground, its round lid rolling off with it with a crisp, abrupt sound, like a sudden clap of thunder, instantly waking Gu Ruoxiao from her light slumber.

He blinked sharply, his eyes gradually clearing from a hazy state, as if he had just been pulled back to reality from a distant dream.

He yawned subconsciously, a tired smile appearing on his lips. He then reached for a rag that had been prepared beforehand and began carefully wiping the water stains on the table caused by the overturned teacup.

Water droplets spread out in a winding pattern on the table, like a casually splashed ink painting, eventually dripping down along the cracks in the table.

Gu Ruoxiao yawned as he wiped the drawer. Water droplets seeped into the crevices of the drawer, so he pulled it out to wipe it. The rag swept across the drawer's sides and then towards the bottom, making a soft slapping sound that made him pause slightly, a hint of surprise rising in his heart.

He paused, then moved the rag aside and gently tapped the bottom of the drawer. Was there a hidden compartment? He carefully examined his surroundings, trying to find clues to unlock it. Finally, in an inconspicuous little groove, he found a clue. He pressed gently, and with another soft "click," the hidden compartment at the bottom of the drawer opened silently.

In the hidden compartment, three scrolls lay quietly, as if awaiting the arrival of a destined person. The scrolls appeared to be of exquisite quality, and although the patterns on them were not fully unfurled, their unparalleled beauty was already faintly visible.

Gu Ruoxiao frowned slightly. What is this?

He took out a scroll, gently untied it, and laid it flat on the desk. His eyes were instantly drawn to the delicate and vivid images, and he began to examine them closely.

On the scroll, from right to left, small, loving brushstrokes depict one story after another.

The man in the painting is him, and the woman is Yun Chu. Gu Ruoxiao recognized her, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

As he looked at each painting, his expression gradually changed. At first, it was confusion, then shock and astonishment, followed by deep affection, guilt, and self-reproach, and tears welled up quietly.

In his mind, those long-buried memories surged and churned like snowflakes, overwhelming him and burying him completely.

This must be Yun Chu's coming-of-age ceremony. The hairpin in her hair has the words "Yun Chu" clearly visible, and I am sitting to the side watching her.

It must have been nighttime when he raised his hand and stabbed Yun Chu in the left shoulder with his sword. In the scene, her face was contorted with pain, but her eyes held an expression of disbelief. This scene was exactly the same as when he had stabbed Yun Chu when he returned.

This should be the two of them standing in a pavilion by the lake, with Yun Chu standing by a pillar with curtains, holding his sleeve in her hand.

This appears to be a confrontation between two people at a table, on which there seems to be a scroll of parchment and several bowls of unknown contents.

This must be in a stone cave. He stands in front of her, holding an arrow aimed at her vital point.

He carried her horizontally across a doorway, and she smiled shyly at him from his arms.

This is him sitting at the table, on which are several dishes laid out. They are exactly the same dishes Yun Chu made for him when he first returned. And in the painting, Yun Chu is standing outside the door, watching him and smiling.

They stood side by side on an arched bridge, watching the fireworks bloom in the night.

He was standing on the bridge looking at the river when Yun Chu turned and left; her expression seemed to be crying.

A sudden, intense pain shot through his head, as if a thousand needles were piercing his nerves simultaneously. In the midst of this sudden agony, something flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, leaving a fleeting moment of light before vanishing just as quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a clear yet cold voice quietly rang in his ears. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, carrying an indescribable magic that struck the depths of his soul.

"Gu Ruoxiao, if I told you I like you, what would you think of me?"

"We're not a good fit."

Gu Ruoxiao was shocked, her pupils contracted. She had rejected her?!