A month later.
Jiang Yang and Bai Weiwei stood outside the gates of Xianyang City, gazing at its ancient, jet-black walls with faint sighs.
"Who would have thought? The world is so fickle. That fellow Ying Zichu actually died of illness just like that. It seems the brat never took my warnings to heart."
"Yes, indeed."
Bai Weiwei understood, however, that history had ultimately followed the course she remembered: Ying Zichu died of illness three years after taking the throne, and Ying Zheng ascended, beginning his great undertaking of uniting the Six Directions!
Along the way.
They had already learned what had happened within the Qin State's royal family.
By now, Ying Zheng had been on the throne for two years.
The little boy from back then was now fifteen. What did he look like now?
Jiang Yang and Bai Weiwei entered the city and returned to the courtyard from three years ago.
The jujube tree had flourished, its canopy spreading like an umbrella.
As was his habit, Jiang Yang lay down on the reclining chair, closing his eyes to rest in the bright sunshine.
Bai Weiwei could only put down their luggage, lead the horses back to the stable, and begin cleaning the courtyard.
The courtyard was not actually dirty. Clearly, someone came to clean it regularly.
But time had passed and circumstances had changed. Some things were inevitably different, and Bai Weiwei wanted to restore them to how they had been.
Besides, she was an attendant to begin with. Could she really lie down the moment she came home, just like Jiang Yang?
An hour passed like this before a knock finally came from outside the courtyard.
Jiang Yang did not move. Bai Weiwei put down her broom, washed her hands, and went to open the door.
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