Homecoming, Not Homecoming

"Of course."

Qing Nü nodded and answered Li Bai.

"Good."

"Good."

Li Bai nodded gently.

After speaking with Qing Nü that day, his body finally gave out. After years of wandering, Li Bai felt that he had been quite remarkable to hold on until now.

Besides, he loved to drink. It was not as though he did not know that alcohol harmed the body.

Li Bai's illness came on with terrifying force. In only a few days, he was already beyond cure; even Qing Nü's medical skills could not pull him back from death's door.

"After I die, give all these poems of mine to Master!"

"Master, keep them safe."

"Mm, I'll keep them well."

Qing Nü answered softly.

Li Bai raised his head and gazed at the bed curtains.

"Master."

"I'm afraid."

He suddenly said.

Qing Nü froze at his words, then gently patted Li Bai's head. "Master is here. Don't be afraid."

Just as she had when he was little, she soothed Li Bai.

White Jade Capital in the heavens.

Twelve towers, five cities.

An Immortal strokes the crown of my head.

Binding my hair, granting me eternal life.

"I have... one last poem. Master, will you listen?"

Li Bai murmured, slowly reciting it.

Qing Nü did not make a sound as she listened to Li Bai read the poem aloud.

In the normal course of history, Li Bai should have written this poem two years ago. Because of her, it had become Li Bai's final poem.

Eternal life?

Eternal life.

Qing Nü lowered her head.

Once the poem was finished, Li Bai quietly passed away.

Dangtu's county magistrate, Li Yangbing, was Li Bai's clan uncle. He had once visited Li Ke's home as a guest and had heard of Qing Nü's existence.

However, he had never met