August eighteenth.
"Brother Pan, are you leaving?" Cang Yuan's face was full of reluctance. "I haven't even had the chance to host you properly... I'd planned to seat you at the first table at Yingxuan's and my wedding banquet."
"With the Second Prince gravely wounded and unable to handle affairs, the Imperial Court is busy hunting down the Mohist School experts who attacked on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Your workload has grown enormously... You're carrying everything related to the Censorate and the Reform alone. You're so busy you barely have time to sleep. I doubt you'll have time for a wedding banquet, will you?"
Cang Yuan gave a wry smile. His face, pale from lack of sleep, was full of helplessness.
"I'm pursuing the path to Longevity. Time doesn't mean all that much to me." Pan Long smiled, brimming with confidence. "When your Reform succeeds, you remake Great Xia, and your names go down in history, I'll certainly come back to congratulate you! Centuries from now, if the historians write biographies of you and your wife and fail to make them accurate and detailed enough, I'll go straighten them out for you!"
Cang Yuan froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. Even his weary expression brightened.
"Good! I'll take that as an auspicious promise. It's settled! If the historians twist the record about us someday, Brother Pan, you must stand up for my wife and me!"
"It's a promise!"
Cang Yuan watched Pan Long rise on the wind. Before long, he had become a tiny black speck and vanished over the horizon. Smiling, Cang Yuan said, "Knowing this friend is one of the great fortunes of my life!"
Bai Yingxuan, now dressed as a married woman, nodded. "Someone like him truly seems to have stepped out of a legend. If