The difference between carrying an umbrella and not carrying one was simply too vast. One choice decided the course of a life. There was no medicine for regret.
Xiang Yuan searched his conscience and found that he was quite loyal to his friends. If that little constable had not carried an umbrella back then, had not been entangled by Xiao He, and had instead gone with Yue Huanjiang to White Cloud Manor... His brother would have treated him with utter sincerity, and with no way to repay him, even knowing that White Cloud Manor was the Demon Race's main stronghold, he would most likely have stood on White Cloud Manor's side.
If he had been a little bolder, Yue Huanjiang, so strict about putting green hats on himself, would probably have begged Qu Rou to take him as her disciple. Yue Huanjiang would have gotten half a fox-spirit master too.
And the maidservants went without saying. They were all fucking buddies!
Wait a minute—Hongxiao and Qingli were probably demons too. If they were snake demons as well, one red and one green...
Damn that fulfilled-life bastard!
The more Xiang Yuan thought about it, the more sour he became. In every sense, Yue Huanjiang had lived out the template of Xiang Yuan's ideal life. Yue Huanjiang was practically a winner in life.
Xiang Yuan continued pondering the difference between carrying an umbrella and not carrying one. Xiang Yuan had originally thought that carrying an umbrella would connect him to Xiao He, King Zhao Residence, and the Shendu Xiao Clan. Now, it seemed those two factions had merely been passing through. The essence of it lay in the reincarnated body of the Heavenly Emperor.
Without the umbrella, White Cloud Manor would inevitably become entangled with the mastermind behind the scenes.
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