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With his hand on the black horse, Shang Shaozhang smiled slightly and said, "Shang Shaozhang is dead. From now on, there will be no more Shang Shaozhang in this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present except me was stunned. I stepped forward and placed my hand in Young Master Shang's, saying softly, "Young Master Shang, the number one assassin in the world, fell off a cliff more than half a year ago, and he and his Autumn Water Blade will never appear in this world again... Now, the one beside me is the mysterious and shrewd Ye Zhi Qiu. This Ye Zhi Qiu doesn't know martial arts, and he doesn't understand the martial world... But whether he's a businessman or an ordinary person, he and I can finally live a peaceful life..."

Xiao Lü took a few steps, tears streaming down her face, and cried out, "Brother Shao Chang..." Her little mouth moved, and she choked out, "Big brother, Sister Bai... you... you must come back to see me..." Before she could finish speaking, she finally collapsed into Yun Yiyang's arms, sobbing. The siblings had been born into a life of hardship, and they were already separated more often than not. This separation, however, meant that they didn't know when they would be able to reunite.

I walked up to Madam Yun, took her hand, and said softly, "I am so grateful to Aunt Yun for saving me when I was stranded here. I will never forget this great kindness. No matter where I am, I wish Aunt Yun a lifetime of peace and happiness."

Madam Yun patted my hand and said kindly, "Good child... this Guiyun Manor is your home. Yiyang and I are your family. Whenever you miss this old woman, you can come back and visit."

I nodded vigorously, my crimson dress flowing freely. Looking up at the large characters "Guiyun Manor" above the gate, all the hardships, risks, planning, and difficulties of starting a business rushed to my mind. After a long while, I turned and smiled at Young Master Shang, who had already mounted his horse, and reached out my hand for him to help me onto the saddle. The black horse neighed softly, and Young Master Shang and I exchanged a smile. All my unhappiness seemed to vanish, and the spirited, carefree young man in white seemed to return to me.

Shang Shaozhang wrapped his arms around me and laughed, "Sit tight—" With a loud neigh, the black horse galloped away, leaving a trail of dust—gradually, the calls, admonitions, and sobs behind me, along with the Guiyun Manor that I was so reluctant to leave, all disappeared from sight.

Little Yi Yi, where are we going?

Whatever... Didn't you say you'd take me traveling the world? What, are you going to change your mind?

Little girl, how could I go back on my word? But, does the renowned White-Robed Prime Minister not want to bother with my Autumn Leaf Pavilion?

Hehe, who cares! From now on, I'm going to live a comfortable and happy life as a wife and mother... Anyway, I'm going to be a pampered young lady!

Hahaha—you should just stay as my wife, that would be best!

The black horse galloped along, oblivious to where it was going, and neither were we—the world is vast, and there is nowhere we cannot go. As long as we are together, what does it matter whether he is Shang Shaochang or Ye Zhiqiu? What do worldly glory, wealth, fame, and fortune amount to? What can compare to the beauty of mutual affection we share now?

I sat upright on my horse and sang aloud:

"On the gold list, I missed the top spot by chance."

What should be done if the Ming Dynasty temporarily neglects its virtuous officials?

If my ambitions have been thwarted, why not indulge in unrestrained revelry? Why bother with gains or losses!

Talented scholars and poets are naturally ministers in plain clothes.

Fireworks illuminate the alleyways, and painted screens stand as promised.

Fortunately, I have found my soulmate, someone I can seek out.

And so you nestle among beauties, indulging in romantic affairs, enjoying life to the fullest!

Youth is fleeting.

I'd rather forsake fleeting fame for quiet contemplation and gentle singing!

My song carried far on the gentle breeze. A black horse slowly crossed the official road, and the willows along the street seemed to sway gently with the song… Since arriving in the Song Dynasty, I have experienced things that most people might never experience in their entire lives. “If my ambitions are thwarted, why not indulge in unrestrained revelry!” Whether it is fate or destiny, I am fortunate to have this extraordinary man behind me, who has made my future life vibrant and fulfilling, no longer pale and dull. With such a companion in life, what more could one ask for!

Just then, I heard someone shout from behind, "Wait, wait!" I turned around and saw a young scholar coming at me, shouting as he ran, already out of breath. We were slightly taken aback. Shang Shaochang gently pulled on the reins, and the black horse came to a stop. As the scholar approached, I smiled and said, "Young master, what brings you here?"

The young scholar stood before the horse, panting heavily, clearly having ridden for quite some time. I sized him up; he appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a handsome, fair face, and was also dressed in white, exuding an air of scholarly refinement. Upon my question, he quickly bowed and said, “I heard this lady… no… young lady just now sing the poem ‘Crane Soaring to the Sky,’ which is quite elegant and refined. Would you allow me to write it down so that it may be passed down to posterity?”

I was taken aback, and exchanged a glance with the young master Shang. Seeing that he seemed unaffected, I smiled and said, "Since you like this poem, it wouldn't hurt to write it down..." Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I felt a little incredulous. I asked, "May I ask your esteemed name, young master?"

The scholar in white bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your generosity, young lady. My name is Liu Yong."

"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise. I never dreamed that I would actually encounter the famous and romantic poet of the Song Dynasty, a lyricist whose name has been passed down through the ages! This poem was originally written by him, so how did it end up being sung by me and recorded by him? Then, who exactly wrote this poem?!

Seeing my drastic change in expression, Shang Shaozhang quickly asked, "Yiyi, what's wrong?"

My mind raced, but I finally shook my head and smiled, "It's nothing..." Turning to Liu Yong, I returned his deep bow from my horse and said, "Young Master Liu's skill in poetry is extraordinary. I am very pleased to have this poem given to you." I turned and grabbed Shang Shaochang's hand, smiling, "Let's go—" Seeing that Shang Shaochang was still looking at me with a worried expression, I couldn't help but laugh, "You big idiot, do you think we can reach that town ahead by this evening?"

Shang Shaochang laughed, "Why not? Hold on tight—" He flicked the reins, and the black horse neighed loudly, galloping forward, raising a trail of dust behind it. Ahead, the sky was shrouded in mist and the setting sun cast a golden glow, but in our eyes, it was a vast expanse of sky and earth. We were gradually entering this world, never to look back.