Immortal Travel of Longevity

Aqing lingered before Mengpo Hall for a long time.

Her gaze remained fixed on the wandering souls. Some were like her, sitting there without joining the line.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Aqing paused. She turned and saw a woman's soul. There was a ligature mark around her neck; she seemed to have died by hanging.

Aqing looked at her and replied, "I'm hesitating over a few things. I'm not waiting for anyone."

The woman beside her murmured, "That's nice..."

Aqing asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

"My husband."

"Your... husband?"

She lowered her head. "We agreed to go together. To walk the road to the Yellow Springs together and be husband and wife again in the next life. So I've been waiting for him here."

"You promised each other?"

"Yes..."

"He promised me. We would drink poisoned wine together and continue our destined bond in the next life."

Aqing froze, staring blankly at the woman before her.

Just what kind of promise was that?

And this silly girl had actually believed it.

Aqing asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

She thought for a moment. "Not too long. He'll be here soon. He just lost his way, so I'll wait for him here."

Aqing said, "What if he doesn't come?"

The woman blinked at those words, but then smiled again. "He will come. He definitely will."

Aqing opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.

Seeing the absolute devotion and certainty in the woman's eyes, she felt some things were better left unsaid.

Amidst that hesitation, a decision seemed to take root in Aqing's heart.

Aqing said, "I'll wait with you."

The woman blinked. "You'll wait with me?"

"Yes."

Aqing said, "If he comes, then I'll go inside with you. If he doesn't, then I'll leave. It will just be for a short while. I won't be staying here for long."

Only then did the woman truly notice Aqing.

"You... you're a living person?"

Aqing nodded but did not explain.

The woman recovered from her shock. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

Aqing seemed to have made her choice. As she gazed into the distance, her urge to leave this place actually grew stronger.

She didn't dare to gamble.

To gamble on that kind of luck... by comparison, she would rather spend her remaining years remembering Chen Changsheng. Not forgetting him was far, far better than gambling on that possibility.

Aqing waited quietly. She figured it wouldn't be long before she had to leave.

Yu Xuan occasionally came out to take a look.

She asked, "What are you doing?"

Aqing turned back and said, "I'm waiting for an answer."

Yu Xuan didn't understand, but she had no desire to ask further.

She only left behind a single sentence: "Leave as soon as you can."

Aqing didn't reply, merely turning her head to look.

The woman beside her asked curiously, "Do you know Lady Meng Po?"

"Not really, it's just..."

Aqing didn't know how to explain. She thought back for a moment.

She felt a persistent sense of familiarity from Yu Xuan.

When Aqing looked at Yu Xuan, it always felt as though she was looking at herself.

Like looking into a mirror.

The truth proved her right. Those who had been caught in the rain always wanted to hold an umbrella for those who came after, and Yu Xuan was indeed doing exactly that.

She didn't want Aqing's resolve; she only wanted her to leave quickly.

Otherwise, the ending was always too hard to accept.

...

The woman beside Aqing constantly gazed at the distant Sand Sea.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping for a figure to appear.

Who knew how long had passed.

Aqing stood up.

The woman beside her turned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Aqing said, "Perhaps I should go."

She exhaled and turned to ask, "You said you and he died by drinking poisoned wine. So why did you die by hanging?"

The woman touched her neck. "That was the agreement. But I was grounded at home and couldn't make it to our meeting, so I could only hang myself."

"So you don't actually know if this so-called husband of yours kept his promise like you did."

"He will come."

"He won't."

Aqing's words provoked the woman.

She stood up and told Aqing firmly, "He will come! Even if we can't be together in this life, we must be together in the next. He will definitely come! He loves me very much!"

Aqing didn't know how to persuade her.

The woman asked, "Would you wait?"

"What?"

Aqing froze.

"If it was the person you love, would you wait?"

"I..."

"You're hesitating too. You would wait. You would wait just as foolishly as I am. It's not that I don't see reason. I'm not stupid. I just believe he will definitely come."

"..."

Aqing fell silent.

The truth was, she was right. If it were her and Chen Changsheng, she would definitely wait. She always believed that Changsheng would come here.

Was she not just as foolish?

Aqing said, "I understand..."

"But I have to go. I can't stay here any longer."

"Mn..."

The woman said nothing more. She sat back down and continued her devoted wait.

Aqing turned her head and let out a long sigh.

Looking back at Mengpo Hall, she felt that perhaps this was just the will of Heaven.

But in her daze, she suddenly heard a call.

"Yuniang!"

The woman froze, then instantly sprang to her feet.

"Husband!!"

Aqing's gaze followed.

She saw a man in white robes embracing the woman.

"I'm late, Yuniang. Yuniang..."

The two wept tears of joy, murmuring to each other.

The woman shook her head and simply said, "I only waited a little while."

She turned to look at Aqing. "He came. My husband came to get me. He really came."

Aqing watched this scene blankly.

As the two held hands and walked into Mengpo Hall, everything suddenly seemed to make sense.

Aqing was overwhelmed. She stood before Mengpo Hall, lost in a daze for a long time.

...

When Aqing once again stepped into Mengpo Hall.

She reached out and accepted that bowl of soup.

Yu Xuan's gaze fell on those slender fingers. Looking up, she saw Aqing standing before her.

Aqing said, "I believe in fate, and I believe in him even more."

With that, she tilted her head back and downed the bowl of Meng Po Soup.

Yu Xuan stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

Aqing set the bowl down and walked past her. Her gaze grew vacant, as though she had forgotten everything. Step by step, she walked toward the Bridge of Naihe.

Yu Xuan watched her retreating figure, falling into a daze.

She didn't understand just how deeply devoted a person had to be...

...to drink the Meng Po Soup just like that.

To know exactly what choice to make, yet still walk down such a sorrowful path.

Yu Xuan let out a long sigh.

She merely murmured, "Why couldn't this world have one less tragic soul..."

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