Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 298 - 297: Farewell

The two little ones exchanged a knowing smile.

Their eyes bright, needing no words, their hearts connected in understanding~

Finally, they no longer needed to be the intermediaries for these two adults.

Ye Zhi took four little animal figures back to her room, leaving the rest for Shen Chen.

Returning to Qingyi Garden, the first thing she did was place the crane, the rabbit, the little tiger, and the little horse on the long horizontal table by the window sill.

The bases of the wooden animal figures were stable, sticking firmly to the surface, hard to topple, adding a touch of childlike fun to the girl’s boudoir.

The days passed by unhurriedly.

After prescribing medicine and attending to his patients, Wu Canyang stayed in the Capital City for over ten days and, upon receiving a message from a carrier pigeon, departed as well.

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A day cannot begin again in the morning, vanishing at the snap of a finger.

Time flies like electrified clouds, lives pass by like spinning grass.

The end of June passed, and the beginning of July arrived; the Imperial College finished its introduction sessions for new students.

This meant that these students would no longer study at Lingxiang Courtyard but will move to their new study chambers.

In the higher-level chambers, they would no longer be learning the fundamentals like "Analects," "Hundred Family Names," "Thousand Character Classic," and so on.

In the Daqing Country, the fourteenth year of Jingping, the third day of July.

In the early morning, as the sun rose, the golden morning light shone through the dense branches and leaves, casting shimmering spots on the ground the size of copper coins, with white clouds floating leisurely in the azure sky.

At the East Gate of the Capital, the willows beside Huhe City were lush and green, swaying with the gentle breeze.

A luxurious carriage was parked nearby, and the two sturdy horses pulling it occasionally let out low whinnies, their breath puffing out from their nostrils.

"Xiao Chen, as you go, make sure you listen to the State Preceptor, don’t be willful or throw tantrums. If anything arises, you can write to Aunt Ye, or send someone to inform, and Aunt Ye will help you if she can. This is your first time going far, so be cautious of everything outside. Although you have been orphaned from a young age, remember, behind you is still the Ye Mansion."

A graceful woman beside him was chattering with advice, worried that Shen Chen might suffer silently.

She was also afraid that he might be bullied outside and not dare to speak, nagging him to remember to write back in due time.

Not related by blood, but closer than family.

Ye Zhi’s almond eyes were full of reluctance, nodding in agreement with her mother’s words: "That’s right, Xiao Chen, if anything happens, just write to us. Our Ye Mansion is your strong backbone."

Can you not leave?

These words choked in her throat, never spoken.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped by something, making it hard to breathe, her throat clogged, the words she could say were tinged with a poignant taste.

Frankly, she felt a bit like crying, unwilling to part with the Little Traitor.

Today was the day the State Preceptor and the Little Traitor were going to Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Dragon Tiger Mountain was thousands of miles away, and among those present, no one but the State Preceptor had been there before.

A group of people was now gathered around to bid the Little Traitor farewell.

Huanhuan, Changzhou, Ye Zhi, Father Ye, Ye’s mother, Xiao Li Qian, Qinglian, and even Ye Lin, who never got along with the Little Traitor, were present~

Xiao Li Qian’s scar on his face had faded a lot, no longer as strikingly red as before~

All thanks to Wu Canyang’s dedication!

Both internal and external remedies, producing immediate effects, for which Noble Princess Consort Xiao had offered prayers many times...

With a face full of reluctance, he stepped forward and took out a delicate token, half the size of his palm, and in a tender voice, said:

"Brother Shen Chen, remember to study martial arts diligently when the time comes, and be well on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Also, here’s this token for you, it represents my identity as the Eldest Prince, a gift Father bestowed upon me previously."