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Gu Ping knew he would never forget the time he spent in that place, where he had met a woman like her.
Han Yu would also not forget. She would remember the place filled with desire and restlessness, where she encountered a man like Gu Ping, who was utterly sincere and unpretentious. Such a person was rare; once you met someone like that in your life, you would never find another.
Gu Ping returned to the previous room and called out to Liu Lao Jiu, telling him to stop playing around and get going.
"Why not stay a little longer? It's your first time here. If you don't order something from Liu Dong before leaving, it would be such a loss," Liu Lao Jiu teased as he got up and walked toward the door.
Gu Ping ignored Liu Lao Jiu and took out a silver ingot, tossing it to the girls who had just served them. He waved his leg at them and pulled Liu Lao Jiu to turn and leave.
Hearing the girls behind him praise Gu Ping, Liu Lao Jiu couldn't help but say, "I really am generous!"
Heh, heh.
Gu Ping didn't want to engage with Liu Lao Jiu's chatter; he simply chuckled lightly and quickened his pace, leading Liu Lao Jiu to the carriage as they headed toward the bustling area.
"Do you know why Jin Huang sought Ancient Words to redeem Chu Liange twenty years ago?" Gu Ping asked Liu Lao Jiu.
It was an obvious topic that couldn't be avoided. When Bu Luo visited Spring Pavilion, Gu Ping felt he had come closer to understanding that matter.
He believed that at that time, the court had treated the Central Government and Chu Deputy Prime Minister too harshly. Jin Huang likely sought compensation from Yi Dong to find some solace for himself.
Liu Lao Jiu naturally shared his opinion but made sure to cast a spell to keep their conversation private before speaking.
Gu Ping shook his head after hearing Liu Lao Jiu's words.
If he guessed correctly, it should be about taking a stand.
What did that mean?
The Spring Pavilion was the only place in Jincheng where officials could gather and discuss matters away from the prying eyes of the Central Government. At that time, Coco knew a thing or two about what was happening, which is why some hoped that everyone outside the Central Government would disappear, at least to prevent those in the know from revealing what they understood.
Did Chu Liange know?
If he didn’t, then with the Chu Deputy Prime Minister's family gone, it wouldn’t matter whether Chu Liange knew or not; their value had already diminished. The emperor must be curious to see who was aligned with him and who was not.
How could one tell?
Liu Lao Jiu was puzzled. Such things could easily be discerned at the Spring Pavilion. If that were the case, wouldn’t the emperor be on edge?
That morning, aside from Ancient Words, no one should have been part of the Jin Dynasty's group; at least they wouldn’t be standing with the emperor. Therefore, those people would surely be used as scapegoats by the emperor later on.
But what difference would that make?
Liu Lao Jiu shook his head. He felt that Gu Ping’s concerns were irrelevant to the matter at hand and couldn’t understand why Gu Ping was fixated on these issues.
It’s unclear, but I believe there’s some reasoning behind it. This isn’t just a gimmick; it’s something that would draw the attention of all officials or anyone powerful in Jincheng and even throughout the Great Jin. It would cover up what truly happened during that time.
What could be so significant that it required such elaborate concealment? With Chu Liange, a woman similar to me at the time, what could Ancient Words have said that I don't deny I forgot, or perhaps something I simply overlooked? Liu Lao had bombarded me with several questions, speculating about Gu Ping Ci, questioning how reliable those guesses were.
Overlooked details, things said and forgotten—Gu Ping murmured to himself, his mind racing through the words Ancient Words had spoken before. What exactly had he missed?
"Both of you, we've arrived." The coachman called out from outside the carriage, reminding them it was time to get off.
Gu Ping's thoughts were interrupted. He paid the fare and then entered the house marked with the plaque of the Secret Bureau alongside Liu Lao.
Seeing that Yang Yan had not returned, Gu Ping felt a strange sensation in his heart. He had to admit that perhaps he had misjudged their goodwill. Yang Yan's assistance might not have been as helpful as he thought. Cigarette Paper was in Gu Ping's hands as he desperately sought Yang Yan's company in everything, hoping for him to gamble his life alongside him.
Having lost the initial bet, he felt like a worthless life; now that he had lost again, it was no longer just about him. Liu Lao and Yang Yan were involved too, and there was Coco who sought help from Liu Donghui—potentially everyone connected to this matter.
Staying in the house for two days, Gu Ping pondered how many lives had been lost over this issue. Should he seek someone to end it all? Just like Liu Lao Jiu said, what value did his worthless life hold? Perhaps he should just let go.
Initially, Gu Ping had resolved to persist. Just as Liu Lao Jiu said, everyone wanted to live; why should they have a better chance at life while he sacrificed himself? Why couldn't he be selfish?
So Gu Ping stepped out. Now he just wanted to live well and truly live.
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