‘You followed Miss Qiaoyun in, didn’t you?’ Tang Ziyu restrained herself and nodded, not letting him notice her tears. She didn’t know that tears had already fallen to the ground when she nodded! Situ Ping looked at her, wondering just how much longer this brat would torment him. “Did you put that jade there?” Tang Ziyu nodded again. “Are you going to tell me now that someone else told you to put it there?” Tang Ziyu looked at him in surprise. How did he know her planned words?
‘In that case, please give this to the person who gave you the jade!’ Situ Ping stood up and put something in Tang Ziyu’s hands. “You can go!” Tang Ziyu lowered her head, not knowing what to say, so she could only grab the unknown object and walked towards the door.
‘Fifty strings of the zither for no reason, one string and one pillar to think of the years.’ Tang Ziyu suddenly heard Situ Ping reciting Li Shangyin’s poem, “Zhuangsheng’s morning dream is confused by butterflies, and Wangdi’s spring heart entrusts the cuckoo.” She really wanted to hear a few more lines and hear his voice more, but she was now a maid! ’The sea and the moon have tears in their pearls, and the blue field is warm in the sun, and the jade is smoky. This feeling can be remembered, but at the time it was already lost! ‘Tang Ziyu had already walked to the door, but when she heard this last sentence, she stopped in her tracks.
‘Why are you unwilling to turn back even after you have come this far? Why do you only want to leave and not see what you are holding in your hands?’ Tang Ziyu knew that Situ Ping must have figured out her identity, but she could not admit it. However, she still glanced at her hands and realised that at some unknown time, Situ Ping had put a chain made of red beans around her hands. And the chain was actually very long, stretching between the two of them.
‘The red beans are embedded in the exquisite coloured beads, do you know how deep my love for you is? Every day I pierce a hole and thread on a red bean, I want to know how long this deep love will last. I read the letter, but I still haven’t stopped, because I want to connect you and me with a red thread if the red thread between us is destined to break. Now if you take another step, the red beans will break too, can you bear to do that?’
Tang Ziyu was already crying like a tearful person, but what could she do now? Leaving now would make Situ very sad, but sooner or later she would hurt him, wouldn’t she? Even with the scales of the qilin, who knew how long she could live? She took two more steps forward with a hardened heart, waiting to hear the sound of the red beans hitting the ground, but there was nothing. She couldn’t help but turn around, and Situ Ping was standing calmly behind her: ‘This time I won’t foolishly wait there and let this red thread I put on myself break again!’ Tang Ziyu threw herself into his arms, and Situ Ping held her tightly.