It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 596 Separated by the Sea of ​​Memories, Love, Hate, and Revenge
The city of Lingcheng was still far from the small village where they were hiding.

Summer has quietly arrived, the magnolias have faded, and only green leaves remain in the garden.

Tao Yao rushed back with the latest news, but she didn't see He Hua and Li Xian.

An elderly woman, massaging her legs, greeted her, "Are you Azhi's aunt? Haha, they went to Lingcheng early this morning with my wife and grandson. Today is market day. They probably won't be back for a while. Why don't you come to my house for a drink of water?"

Tao Yao paused, thanked them, and then hurriedly took a shortcut to catch up.

Xu Fu is currently enjoying great popularity.

During the time Ying Zheng visited this place... He Hua, having forgotten the past, could not withstand any questioning from Ying Zheng, and would truly be regarded by those with ulterior motives as the "outcast" Xu Fu spoke of.

Tao Yao now felt that Han Fei's words made some sense. Before she became a disciple of Mozi, she had a fellow disciple who was extremely skilled in mechanical arts and was renowned for it.

However, his name was rarely mentioned in the Mo Sect, and he had almost disappeared... It was only through Han Fei that Tao Yao connected all the dots.

If Mo Yuan hadn't gone to Qin, and hadn't gone mad because of Bai Qi and Lü Buwei, he would definitely have been Mozi's most beloved disciple and the next leader of the Mohist school.

Han Fei was stunned for a long time after learning about Ying Hehua's symptoms after waking up from her coma... "Ah Yao, if, I mean if... if the little princess were taken back to Xianyang by her father after losing her memory, then she would be like Mo Yuan, she wouldn't be able to bear it."

"Why?" Tao Yao asked Han Fei.

Han Fei's deep gaze shifted from the yellowed Chinese fabric picture on the table. "I think I've figured something out... I don't want her to be driven mad by this world like him, they..."

He didn't continue, so Tao Yao didn't quite understand, but she felt that what Han Fei said was true. With Ying Zheng's tour imminent, she hurriedly took her leave.

Han Fei stared at the silk map for a long time, unable to calm down.

Li Xian's residence has been sealed off, and the box containing Mo Qi's belongings, which Xu Zhi brought, was taken out by Uncle Chen and handed over to Han Fei.

Han Fei sought out Zhang Cang, who obtained the code through a complex and sophisticated algorithm—a set of patterns and Arabic numerals that they couldn't understand.

The cloth was drawn with the warp and weft of a map of China, and at the bottom of the cloth were two brown seals of Lord Wu'an. Without exception, their Chu script and Zhao script both expressed the same hope: that Mo Yuan would keep this map sealed forever.

An uninvited guest arrived at Han Fei's residence.

To Zhang Cang's astonishment, Han Fei burned the scroll to ashes.

"What are you doing?! Han Fei, you bastard!! Do you know that I spent half a year in seclusion, half a year working day and night to calculate this result, and you burned it all down with a single fire!"

Zhang Cang never expected Han Fei to do this to him. He immediately flew into a rage and tried to put out the fire. He slapped Han Fei away and grabbed the charcoal, which burned his hand so much that it almost peeled off. But the silk book was as thin as a cicada's wing, and in an instant, it was reduced to ashes!

At this very moment, Han Fei was still advising him, "Junior brother, don't listen to Xu Fu anymore; you've been used by him."

Zhang Cang was furious. "Haha, yes, you are a noble young master of Korea, the teacher's most prized student... You have everything: wealth, power, and fame... But I, I have finally made it to this day, finally able to see the real Heavenly Book... Back then, Li Si could have clearly killed you, why didn't he?"

"Han Fei, you deserve to die! You should have died long ago! Since we can't bring ourselves to kill that good-for-nothing Li Si, then I'll help you by going with the flow!" Zhang Cang said.

Crimson blood and a chilling white light burst forth in an instant…

No one knows what happened that night.

The following day, Xianyang was in an uproar over two events.

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That day, the mausoleum city
Tao Yao looked at the Grand Master's Token in her hand and sighed deeply.

No one knew that, before his death, Tang Zhipei was not only worried about Ying Hehua, but also about Li Xian.

He felt he shouldn't have told him about those bizarre and fantastical worlds, and he also thought he shouldn't have had Li Xian sitting to the side while he was discussing unorthodox ideas with Ying Hehua.

Because they weren't the only ones subtly influenced. Tang Zhipei understood firsthand the agony of intellectual clashes and torment that came with lifetimes of despair…

The tranquility of the wind and moon over Zhongnan Mountain is not suitable for this era. When the voice of freedom ends, the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought comes to a close.

Their conversation was like the wind, but also a cruel, blunt knife... Reality, like an invisible chain, was firmly fastened to Li Xian's throat. He couldn't understand this weight, yet it caused him constant pain.

He fell in love with a noble princess, yet he deeply understood how his father had climbed his way up from the bottom.

He was driven by fame and fortune, and eager to bestow power. He was accustomed to the arrogance of others, and also to being superior to them.

He was aware of the class disparity between himself and others, yet he firmly believed that hard work and struggle could bring him everything.

Then one day, someone told him that in the future there was a world of equality, freedom, harmony, and love... How could he not be moved...

However, the Qin Empire marked the beginning of a new era, and the era of Mo Qi and Xu Zhi began after that.

It will take two thousand years to end the imperial system...

Li Xian will not live to see what 'modernity' or 'republic' truly means.

Mo Qi was worried that Ying Hehua would repeat his mistakes.

He was even more afraid that she and Li Xian had run wildly in the opposite direction from where they came from. Tao Yao was able to answer Mo Qi's concerns—perhaps it was fate playing tricks on them, they had not forgotten where they came from.

In addition to working as a doctor in Lingcheng, Li Xian also resumed the business that Jing Ke had once run.

Xu Zhi was more adaptable to survival issues than anyone imagined. She not only learned to thresh rice from Aunt Yan next door, but also diligently studied weaving. However, after many attempts, she regretfully admitted that she really had no talent for needlework.

Even so, she still learned the craft of weaving. How could she know that Uncle Yan's family had survived all these years thanks to Zhang Liang's help? Zhang Liang had unintentionally taught them this bamboo weaving craft.

So, at noon on that day in Lingcheng.

In the summer, the sun is scorching, and the city of Ling in Chu is full of water, making it very humid.

Zhang Liang saw a well-dressed but somewhat spoiled child skipping around, carrying a fist-sized straw lantern with a lifelike grass cricket inside. The child was tossing it from his left hand to his right, having a great time. "This is so interesting! We'll all go there for our medical checkups from now on!" His nanny called from behind, "Oh dear, young master Cheng, you've only just recovered from your cold. Doctor Li said you can't run so fast!"

Zhang Liang was immediately stunned, his whole body stiffening.

He knew he shouldn't go any further. He shouldn't have asked his teacher about the aftermath of that incident, and he shouldn't have returned to his old home in Lingcheng…

But by some strange twist of fate, he somehow heard her voice.

Under the bamboo shed, the curtain was half-drawn, and a sign indicating that the clinic was closed was already hanging outside. But on the bamboo table sat a half-boiled pot of herbal water and several ceramic bowls.

Her figure was faintly visible behind the bamboo curtain...

"Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me," she waved her hand, "You should drink it quickly, don't get heatstroke."

After the farmer finished drinking, he wiped the sweat from his face, sat under the bamboo shed to rest for a while, and his complexion finally returned to normal.

Even in simple clothes, Zhang Liang's innate noble air made the farmers instinctively offer him a wider seat.

But she didn't even look up; instead, she quietly put the bamboo curtain away.

The moment she saw him, she was stunned. Such an extraordinary young nobleman sat down in her bamboo shed, and Xu Zhi felt apprehensive.

So she put her hands together and said apologetically, "Young man, I'm so sorry, we've finished our consultations for today. The weather is hot and humid, so if you don't mind, you can help yourself to the cool tea on the table."

As it turned out, even without the bamboo curtain separating them, she didn't experience any unnecessary bewilderment.

Compared to before, it was clearly different; she wasn't pretending, she genuinely didn't recognize him.

She should perhaps feel fortunate that her brain, on an objective physical level, helps her forget such painful emotions and unforgettable wounds.

She looked at him quietly, blinked, and didn't understand his hesitation.

After a long pause, Zhang Liang wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. He just wanted to.

The wind blew past her ears, and she suddenly looked in his direction and smiled. Two small, light-colored ornaments dangled from her ears. These earrings were quite special; they were made from a type of shell that was very common in this area, but they had two bright red threads on them, like red ribbons. They were very pretty.

When she laughed, the seashell pieces swayed gently along with her.

It's not much different from what it was more than ten years ago.

Li Xian stood not far away watching them.

At this moment, he had to admit that there were always things he could never have.

Twenty years of obsession, ten years of dedication, still cannot compare to a fleeting moment with an old friend.

He thought despicably, if she no longer remembered anything from the past and remained only A-Zhi forever, would she be willing to call his name more often, or give him a second more attention? He thought wickedly, he shouldn't have prepared the herbs to restore her vitality; he should have made her lose her memory forever, so he could keep her by his side...

But in reality, at such times, Li Xian would only look at them with a sorrowful, deeply hurt gaze, never daring to cross the line or take a single step.

If it was at this moment that she remembered everything from the past, and remembered the person in her heart.

Li Xian could no longer repeat the outrageous behavior he once did.

After much deliberation and consideration, he realized that, being as timid as a mouse, the only thing he could think of was... to turn around and run away.

However, Li Xian stopped just as he was about to flee in disarray.

She spoke.

"Why are you only arriving now? I've been waiting for you for so long, do you know how hot it is?!"

Xu Zhi complained, her reproachful tone making everyone who heard her feel even more depressed.

Finally, Zhang Liang realized that her smile wasn't for him, and the "you" in her words wasn't for him either.

“Jingqian, look, isn’t the bamboo rabbit I made nice?” She draped her sleeves down to her elbows and handed the item to Li Xian. “If you say it’s ugly again, I’ll get angry.”