Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage!

The Great Zhou Dynasty, thirteenth year of Yuankang, early September.

A light rain carried a faint chill.

Tai'an Prefecture, Mount Tai City.

Within the Zhu residence, Madam Zhu lay upon her bed, her face sickly pale and her body gaunt. Her unfocused gaze rested on a piece of Clear Bright Spirit Jade in her hand.

This was naturally not the piece passed down through her family. She had long since given that family heirloom Clear Bright Spirit Jade to Jiang Che. This piece was one she had found anew during this period.

Though it was not the original, it could still bear the weight of her yearning.

Whenever she recalled her first encounter with Jiang Che, Madam Zhu always felt it was somewhat unreal—especially that night, when Jiang Che had impersonated Zhu Sheng, infiltrated her home, and unexpectedly formed a connection with her.

No.

This could not truly be blamed on Jiang Che. If anyone was to blame, it could only be herself for mistaking him for Zhu Sheng, which had led to that sort of thing in the end.

At the beginning, Madam Zhu had not truly held any feelings for Jiang Che. She had only felt humiliated and indignant. It was merely because that little thief became more and more excessive that he eventually breached some of her defenses.

Making her pinch her nose and acknowledge that ill-fated bond.

What truly moved her was after Zhu Sheng's death, when the county magistrate of the time oppressed the Zhu family, yet Jiang Che stepped forward and shielded her from the wind and rain of the outside world.

Only then had her heart begun to stir for him.

Otherwise, she would not have agreed to that little thief's many requests within the mourning hall.

At the time, the Zhu family