The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 668: The retreat of 265 Bai Lian, the barely satisfactory finale (second update)_2

Bai Lian sent back a message and lazily returned to the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp app, browsing through the challenge question bank, “Xu Family’s second child’s full-month celebration.”

She was the first to speak up.

Her tone was light and breezy.

Jiang Fulai, holding her clothes and several books from her classes at Tongfeng, stepped through the shadows of the setting sun and listened to her calm words, “Are you going to go?”

Bai Lian had long since deleted Ji Mulan.

Ji Mulan never hid her utilitarian heart; the child was a tool for her to prove herself.

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As for Ji Heng, before Bai Lian left for Xiangcheng, he had decided to take her back to that little courtyard.

To Ji Heng, not understanding the previous Bai Lian might not have been a bad thing.

“I suppose I will,” Bai Lian said, tapping the screen with her fingertip, “but I’m planning to visit Academician Ma’s project during the National Day holiday.”

Although Xu En did not look like a member of the Bai Family, Ji Mulan did bear a striking resemblance to her own mother. She had not yet seen that child and wondered if he might also bear a slight resemblance to Bai Zhongyu?

Jiang Fulai nodded slightly, not surprised by this, and walked to Bai Lian’s right side. His eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his tone also appeared lazy, “Go after you’re done with your commitments. It’s fine even if you really can’t make it.”

He said nothing else, which made Bai Lian finally turn to look at him.

Jiang Fulai always gave Bai Lian the feeling that she still had a way out.

In her two lifetimes, the only time she was driven to a dead end was the final battle in Xiangcheng. Even then, she had managed to find an escape route for Chen Ye and the army of the Bai Family, allowing them to defect to Jiang Ye.

She wasn’t acquainted with Jiang Ye, but at that time, as she and Jiang Suyi were learning the qin from Qin Jiu, she knew that the renowned Seventh Prince, a peer in reputation and age, lived next door.

After Bai Li went to the battlefield and did not return, Bai Zhongyu and Chen Ye went off to distant battlefields, and no one came to fetch her back to the General Residence anymore.

She had once received a lantern sent by a young servant by his side.

Back then, she was still afraid of the dark.

Latter on, when he was exiled to his fiefdom by Emperor Jiang Wen, Bai Zhongyu did not return, and Bai Lian was no longer afraid of the dark.

When Xiangcheng was under siege, she thought of the Seventh Prince she had never met. The Bai Family was a thorn in Emperor Jiang Wen’s side, and wasn’t this brilliantly talented Seventh Prince also a thorn in Emperor Jiang Wen’s heart?

She asked Chen Ye to take Bai Li’s token and seek him out, and fortunately, neither of those two men disappointed her.

Bai Lian slowly withdrew her gaze, remaining calm and collected as she said, “It won’t do, I can’t miss it. My grandfather will overthink and be upset.”

Because she remembered this, she became somewhat silent.

The two walked towards the gates of Jiang University. The setting sun cast a golden glow on Jiang Fulai’s profile. He looked noble and haughty like a prince with his features of jade, though sometimes his words seemed to carry a mocking tone, “Your grandfather is watching a performance right now and is not the slightest bit upset.”

He took out his phone and showed Bai Lian that Ji Heng had just liked a post in Shen Qing’s social circle.

Bai Lian looked down, and as Jiang Fulai spoke, his long, cold, and pale fingers leisurely liked the post from Shen Qing.

The post from Shen Qing was a photo of Bai Lian’s performance.

Bai Lian looked at Jiang Fulai, and under the dim yellow sunset, his stunning features were somewhat blurred.

She couldn’t help but smile, and the melancholy that arose from thinking of Bai Zhongyu and Chen Ye dissipated a bit.

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At six-thirty in the evening, the auditorium.

Ji Heng had just finished watching a recitation in the middle of the program, and beside him, Jiang He had been looking down, flipping a Rubik’s cube, except for Bai Lian’s act and a skit that he had looked up to watch; during the other acts, he had been focusing on the cube.

Ji Heng also had a Rubik’s cube in his hands, mixed up into a certain state.