"Therefore!
I simply will not encounter any life-threatening danger."
Her reasoning was clear and well-founded, brimming with confidence.
It was enough to prove that Murong Wanwan had thought everything through and was not acting on a momentary impulse.
Cheng Buzheng remained silent for a long while, looking at the wife before him—now grown, wishing to set out alone upon her own road!
In the end!
He let out a long sigh and slowly nodded, choosing to respect all her decisions:
"Since your mind is made up, then everything shall be as you wish.
On the journey, remember to be cautious in all things. Should you encounter a danger you cannot resolve, immediately send word to me.
I will certainly reach your side in the shortest possible time."
Having received her husband's consent, Murong Wanwan's brows and eyes instantly bloomed with a radiant smile. Overjoyed, she threw herself into his arms once more and said in a soft, sweet voice:
"Thank you for understanding me, Husband!
I will certainly protect myself well and return safely."
"..."
Within their warm embrace, the years lay peaceful and still.
Time quietly flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, an entire month had passed.
This day!
A fresh breeze drifted through the corridors and brushed across the little courtyard!
Spirit mist curled and swirled, while the air was suffused with the rich, gentle spirit energy of grass and wood.
The heavy sandalwood doors of the quiet room slowly opened inward...
A slender, graceful figure stepped out at an unhurried pace.
Murong Wanwan's skin was lustrous and pale as jade. It was as if she had just emerged from arduous closed-door meditation; all turbidity had been swept from her body, leaving her whole person glowing with vitality.
Even the cold aloofness that had once