Chapter 252: Extra
Yan Jiu had not seen JinSui for ten years. Without a summons, he could not enter the palace, and the Emperor disliked him, not even summoning him back to the Capital City.
Through Miss Yan’s words, he knew everything about the Empress. She had given birth to a Princess who resembled her greatly.
She wanted to establish a bank, and many officials did not support it, but the Yan Clan was the first to respond.
She desired overseas vegetation, so the Yan Clan’s fleet sailed to farther seas to find plants that Great Xia did not have and presented them to her.
She was collecting historical documents and establishing a museum. Yan Jiu secretly sent people to search the homes of ancient Gentry and offered them to the Empress.
The Empress would personally write letters of commendation to the Yan Clan, which Yan Shiyi would then deliver to Yan Jiu.
However, these were still far from enough.
Longing was invisible, yet it could stab one’s heart like a knife, one cut after another.
Every late night, longing, accompanied by regret, soaked Yan Jiu repeatedly, leaving him nowhere to escape and unable to breathe.
The memory of his Northward Journey became increasingly clear. He chewed on his memories, imprinting every word Suisui had spoken, every moment they were alone, onto his soul.
He was like someone poisoned, and unfortunately, there was no antidote in the world.
As expected, Yan Jiu fell ill, and very seriously.
The Physician at the East Sea Base could not treat him, so they urgently transferred him back to a Public Hospital in the Capital City.
Miss Yan came with red eyes to save JinSui, “Your Highness, your medical skills are superb, please go and see my Eldest Brother!”
This year, Yan Jiu was forty years old. He never expected to see the Empress again.
The Empress seemed unchanged, wearing a Snow White doctor’s robe, looking pure and ethereal, just like that year she stood in the snow by the plum trees in the Yan family’s Separate Courtyard.
Yan Jiu could no longer hear what she was saying. He only saw her eyes full of worry and anxiety as she gently stroked his forehead and called his name…
“Mr. Yan, this document requires your signature.”
Yan Jiu felt as if he had had a very long dream. He opened his eyes and saw a young woman in strange clothing. Her long black hair was loose, and she wore glass frames over her eyes. Was it a Telescope?
Yan Jiu, relying on instinct, signed his name on those papers. It was still Yan Jiu.
He walked to the window and saw himself in the mirror, looking like he was in his early twenties, but with very short hair, wearing a well-tailored foreign-style outfit.
He closed his eyes, and a memory that belonged to him yet didn’t belong to him surged into his mind.
Yan Jiu, the eldest son of the Yan family in the Imperial Capital, heir to the Yan Clan Group worth hundreds of billions of dollars, also lost his parents early, with one younger brother and one younger sister.
Yan Jiu smiled. Was this reincarnation? He hadn’t expected this life to be so similar to the previous one.
Suddenly, he thought of someone, and his whole body began to tremble.
JinSui, in this life, will I be able to meet you again?
He desperately searched his mind for information about Ling JinSui and soon found it.
Ling JinSui, a Physician at the Chinese Medicine Research Institute, was attending a research conference in the Imperial Capital to raise funds for her research.
Yan Jiu looked at his watch. It was three in the afternoon, and there were two and a half hours left until the conference ended.
He picked up his coat, abruptly opened the door, and said to his secretary, “Call a car, I need to go to the research conference.”
The secretary asked no questions and immediately arranged for a vehicle.
On the way, Mr. Yan, who was usually as calm as Mount Tai collapsing before him, rarely urged the driver, “Faster.”
Arriving at the venue an hour later, Yan Jiu walked quickly but with dignified grace. As soon as he entered, many people surrounded him.
They introduced their research to him, all hoping to be noticed and invested in by the Yan Clan’s president.
Yan Jiu politely pushed through the crowd and walked directly towards the Chinese Medicine Research Institute. A woman in a white physician’s robe, with her dark hair tied back, no makeup, and an ethereal demeanor, looked at him and smiled, extending her hand:
“Hello!”
At that moment, Yan Jiu’s heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. Memories of his past and present life intertwined. He looked at the woman before him with burning eyes, like a volcano that had been dormant for a thousand years erupting.
He tried hard to control himself, afraid of scaring the woman before him, and extended his hand:
“Hello! I am Yan Jiu. Physician Ling, long time no see.”
In this life, I will never make the wrong choice, nor will I let go.
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