Chapter 107: The Story Will Not End

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Sino Sang gestured for Ye Xuan to walk ahead, and the two of them descended together. They went to the innkeeper to settle the bill, paying generously and even adding an extra amount.

“Innkeeper, please prepare some provisions for us to eat on the road.”

“Certainly. The two of you, please have a seat. The meal will be served shortly. I’ll prepare the provisions right away.”

It was early morning, and only the two of them were up so early. The other guests were either still asleep or in the process of waking.

Since there were only two guests, the food arrived quickly, steaming hot. The innkeeper also packed plenty of provisions. Sino Sang generously gave him more money; after all, a few coins meant little to her.

After hastily eating, they still had to buy horses.

Sino Sang and Ye Xuan hurried to purchase horses, but upon arriving at the relay station, they found there were no horses left—only a carriage. So they had no choice but to rent the carriage. This was actually beneficial since Ye Xuan’s injury hadn’t fully healed; riding a horse could worsen his wound.

However, the carriage could only take them as far as the next relay station. But leaving Liang City was all that mattered—wherever it took them afterward would be fine.

“Get on the carriage.”

Sino Sang didn’t even ask about the price. She glanced at Ye Xuan, signaling him to get on. Ye Xuan hesitated as the two coachmen watched them, quietly discussing something—most likely the fee.

“Miss, it’s five taels of silver.”

The coachmen told Sino Sang after some consultation—it was a two-day journey.

Sino Sang took out five taels of silver and handed it over.

“Once you get us to our destination, I’ll give you another five taels as a tip.” She was very generous; small money was no concern for her.

The two coachmen were delighted. Five taels meant they wouldn’t have to work for two or three months. Now ten taels equaled what one of them earned in an entire year last year.

Naturally, they were overjoyed, especially since half the payment was made upfront.

“Thank you, miss.”

The coachmen expressed their gratitude, and at that moment, Ye Xuan signaled for a moment’s rest. Understanding, the coachmen stepped away.

“What’s wrong?” Sino Sang asked knowingly, looking at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan held her hand.

“Are you really going to leave like this?”

“Sino Sang, don’t dwell on him. I have no ties with him anymore and don’t want any lingering attachments. It will only cause me continuous pain.”

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Sino Sang spoke seriously. Ye Xuan shook his head.

“You love him deeply, and he loves you as well. Honestly, I want you to leave with me right now—to leave immediately. But you would regret it. I don’t want you to regret it. Sino Sang, I don’t want you to regret it.”

He looked at her with profound tenderness. Perhaps it was love that made him so considerate.

“All right, let’s go!”

Sino Sang loaded their luggage onto the carriage and watched the two horses breathing steadily, seemingly waiting for her decision.

In truth, the decision had long been made. She climbed aboard and reached out to pull Ye Xuan up. Ye Xuan shook his head, so she withdrew her hand. He then climbed aboard himself. The coachmen hurried over; one helped beside the carriage, while the other took the reins—likely alternating shifts, as it would be exhausting for one person to handle the journey alone, and the two horses would be difficult to control otherwise.

Ye Xuan pulled aside the curtain and saw a man standing in his line of sight.

It was Xuanyuan Juesi. He turned his head and called out to Sino Sang.

“Sino Sang, come quickly.”

Sino Sang looked over but saw nothing.

“What is it?” she asked.

Ye Xuan shook his head.

“Nothing, I was mistaken.”

Of course, everyone knew what “mistaken” really meant. For a moment, Sino Sang also thought Xuanyuan Juesi was nearby and instinctively looked for him but found nothing.

Xuanyuan Juesi had indeed been there, but he had slipped up into a tree, out of their sight.

He was seeing her off on her final journey, escorting her out of Liang City. Was this truly the best choice?

Once, she had thought not to let go, but in the end, she had to release him. Was he too pitiful or simply sorrowful?

The carriage steadily moved toward the same destination. Sino Sang clasped her hands tightly and lowered her head. Her furrowed brow betrayed all her thoughts. It was reluctance—she truly didn’t want to leave. Ye Xuan wanted to stop her but couldn’t; this was her own decision. And Sino Sang stubbornly refused to change her mind.

Ye Xuan leaned against the side of the carriage, closing his eyes, afraid that seeing her would make him act irrationally. Leaving—leaving was the right thing to do.

After a long while, the carriage reached the outskirts of Liang City. Soon, they would completely leave the city behind.

The coachmen chose a shortcut, greatly reducing the time compared to when they had arrived.

Originally it would have taken at least a full day, but the journey was cut to only half a day! Sometimes, choosing a different path required a different price.

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But if given the chance to choose again, they would likely make the same mistake. Because without change, no matter how many chances one gets, it’s all in vain. Humans are prone to repeat their errors knowingly.

Xuanyuan Juesi rode his horse behind them all the way to the border town. Yuan Qianlu looked at the prince with deep sorrow.

The prince escorted the princess out of Liang City, but beyond his protection, the princess could only rely on herself.

Whether in the capital or Liang City, the prince had done countless things for her out of sight—only the princess was unaware.

“Let’s return.”

Xuanyuan Juesi turned his horse and looked at Yuan Qianlu. Yuan Qianlu nodded.

Is this really the end?

Yuan Qianlu silently wondered if this was all that the prince and princess had.

As the yellow dust rose, Xuanyuan Juesi and Yuan Qianlu vanished into the distance.

The story will not end—unless by death.

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Sino Sang finally left Liang City. Although she was reluctant, she could never let go of Xuanyuan Juesi in her heart. But people grow up and must make choices, especially as adults.

Not wanting Ye Xuan to see her sorrow, she hid all her emotions deep inside.

This was the most dangerous and self-deceptive thing—only oneself can be fooled.

After a day of travel, night had fallen. They were still on the road, so they found a place to stop.

“Traveling at night is dangerous. Let’s camp here for the night.”

Unlike modern times with lights, the ancient night was pitch black, pitch dark to the point where one could not see their hand before their face. The moon hid behind clouds. For safety, they could only stop.

“I agree. Sorry to trouble you both, masters,” Sino Sang said with a nod.

The four of them divided the work: the coachmen went to fetch water from a nearby stream, while Sino Sang and Ye Xuan gathered firewood and lit a fire. Soon, the flames rose bright.