"You truly are my good fortune."
Bai Rou's voice was soft and gentle as she reached out and gathered Jiang Lu into her arms, her fingertips repeatedly stroking its fluffy fur with tender affection, unable to put it down.
Curled in her warm embrace, Jiang Lu found a comfortable position and lay down, its round eyes blinking softly in innocent confusion.
Looking at the intelligent little cat in her arms, Bai Rou's lips curved into a faint, gentle smile.
Countless questions circled in her heart. Where had it obtained those pills? How had it come to know Divine Doctor Liang? Why did it know those pills could save her?
Yet when the questions reached her lips, she swallowed every last one of them.
The myriad encounters of this world were most likely all brought about by fate. In the end, that Daoist had not been wrong.
White Snow had stayed by her side and saved her life.
That was true, and that was enough. In any case, she would never treat White Snow poorly.
Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
The internal strife had already been quelled, the flames of war dispersed. Over the past year, Qi King's forces had been completely eradicated.
The rebellions of the other feudal princes had also been put down.
Bai Rou began taking inventory of provisions and fodder, organizing military supplies. The army was fully prepared, ready to break camp and return to the Imperial City to report.
Throughout that year, Jiang Lu often went alone to Peach Blossom County, secretly checking on Liu Qingqing, Lu Lingfeng, and Xi Siyu.
All three had lost their memories of cultivation and had completely become ordinary mortals, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, living peaceful lives amid the