That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

It turns out that when Aqing was so young, she was such a cheerful child.

She still has a bit of baby fat.

The scene changes to a flowing river where a woman sits on the bank, teaching a girl how to weave a small boat out of grass.

"Good boy, Aqing. Mother will weave a little boat for you out of grass. It will surely float further."

Jiang Jingming walked over and sat down next to the two of them. The small boats floating on the river were all made of folded paper and looked very exquisite.

"it is good."

Aqing nodded and, imitating the woman, tucked the grass around her fingers.

"I'm coming!"

The man came running up behind them, panting, and handed them the half-burnt candle stub as if it were a treasure:

"It's a holiday today, and there were so many people in line! I finally got to the front!"

Jiang Jingming looked up and saw that there were still scraps of paper stuck to the bottom of the candle.

He probably pulled it off someone else's paper boat.

On days like these, merchants often raise prices arbitrarily, so he probably doesn't have enough money and can't buy it.

"What wish does Aqing want to make this year?"

The man sat down, smiled, and patted Aqing's head.

Aqing carefully placed the candle stub into the straw boat, grabbed the stern, and said, word by word:

"I hope Mother gets well soon."

"..."

As her childish voice faded, the man turned and met the woman's gaze; both of their eyes were brimming with tears.

The straw boat, carrying a flickering candle flame, drifted downstream.

Jiang Jingming watched quietly, then suddenly thought of the straw boat that Aqing had folded for him.

So that's when you learned it?

The straw boat drifted to the edge of the horizon, and the scene returned to the alleyway from before.

The rain was pouring down, and the man was running through the alley.

Jiang Jingming watched as he knelt in front of a pharmacy, pounding on the wooden door.

"Sir, open the door! Sir, help!"

An impatient shout came from inside the pharmacy:

"The bills for the medicines I prescribed last time haven't been paid off yet. How can I save your life?"

"I will definitely pay you back the money! But my wife is dying! It's a matter of life and death, please come with me!"

The man's forehead veins were bulging, but his tone remained low and humble.

"If I say it won't work, it won't work. I'm a doctor, not a charitable person!"

The pharmacy's doors remained tightly shut.

The man knelt in the rain, his fingers almost digging into the wooden door.

Finally, he realized something and began to shout:

"Yesterday I wrote to the head of the family for help! They have replied and said they will help me through this crisis in a few days! I will pay back all the money I owe you, I just ask you to help me this once!"

The reply from the pharmacy was indifferent, tinged with sarcasm:

"How many times have you used this excuse to fool people? It's nothing new! If your master had any authority over you, would you have ended up like this?"

The door bolt slammed shut, as if someone had reinforced it to prevent him from causing trouble.

"Go back quickly. Your wife's illness is incurable. You might as well prepare for her funeral as soon as possible."

"..."

The man stood in the rain with his head down, soaked to the bone, like a stray dog ​​with nowhere to run.

Jiang Jingming took a step back and suddenly saw another person standing in the rain in the distance of the alley.

Aqing had followed us here without us noticing. She stood silently in place, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.

As Jiang Jingming listened to the torrential patter of the rain, he felt as if the rain was falling on him as well.

The head of the household, his seriously ill wife, and his young daughter.

He finally realized everything belatedly.

The scene then shifts again.

A suppressed cough occasionally drifted from the inner room, a sound as fragile as a dying man.

The man hunched over the desk, his hand trembling anxiously as he picked up the pen.

"My lord, you can see your words like your face..."

"I, Shunzhong, was unable to personally pay my respects to the head of the family at the ancestral worship ceremony before the New Year..."

The house was bare, with piles of medicinal herbs carefully stacked to one side.

Aqing brought out a basin of water and remained silent.

On the desk, beside the man, lay a bronze-inlaid silver beast-face gu (a type of ancient Chinese wine vessel), a yellow jade paperweight with a dragon-shaped knob, and a white jade Guanyin plaque inlaid with gold wire.

Aqing's gaze fell on the Guanyin plaque.

The man noticed, turned around, and forced a smile.

"Aqing, take these things to change Mother's dressing. Once Mother is better, Father will use the money to buy them back."

Upon hearing this, Aqing simply nodded.

Looking at her slender back, Jiang Jingming suddenly wished that this illusion could go back in time.

He also wanted to see when Aqing was little Aqing, when she didn't understand anything and nothing had happened yet.

She could ride on her father's shoulders and chase after the kite in her mother's hand, carefree and without illness or disaster.

The man holding the pen at the desk almost broke it, yet the words he finally wrote were humble and restrained.

But Jiang Jingming already knew how this letter would end.

There was no response; it was discarded like worn-out shoes.

"Master, this junior, Shun Chong..."

The situation was even more urgent than before; my wife's illness was getting worse and worse, and if it was delayed any longer, there would be no cure..."

"Master, this junior is Shunzhong."

I had previously sent my husband a white jade Guanyin pendant inlaid with gold wire with a letter… Last night, my wife briefly regained consciousness and entrusted me to give it to our daughter as her last possession.”

The ending was already predetermined.

Jiang Jingming silently watched the scene before him change once again.

The woman eventually died.

The man locked the inner room and refused to come out.

Aqing stayed alone in the courtyard, hugging her knees, looking at the starry sky.

Jiang Jingming walked slowly to her, squatted down, and reached out to pat her head.

His fingers passed right through her body, never actually touching her.

This is an illusion, yet everything that happens feels incredibly real.

It was so real that his heart was pounding the whole time.

Then the illusion flashed back to the very beginning.

Aqing broke free from her father's hand and ran away. The man watched her departing figure but did not chase after her.

He stood there for a moment, then smiled and extended his hand to the woman:

"Come on, the child is still young, she doesn't understand."

The woman slowly stepped across the threshold and walked to his side.

Blood was still flowing from the man's sleeve, but he seemed oblivious, simply embracing her with ecstasy.

"It's good that I'm alive, it's good that I'm alive. Let's go find the patriarch and let him know that I'm not a useless piece of trash who has brought shame to the family! Only I in the Shun family can research the true Corpse Demon Technique!"

The woman was held in his arms, and a few gasps, like those of a broken bellows, came from her decaying throat.

"I know you're scared, but don't be scared. With the two of us together, neither of us needs to be afraid..."

The man soothingly stroked her dry hair:

“Aqing recognizes you. You are her mother. She will recognize you sooner or later.”

Jiang Jingming looked at the two figures standing together in an embrace and felt that the scene was inexplicably eerie.

It's bizarre, yet tragic.

It makes you want to sigh.

The final scene of the illusion is an overwhelming blaze of fire.

"According to the records in the city, Shunzhong, his wife and daughters all perished in a fire at night."

A small courtyard caught fire, and people standing inside felt as if the world was collapsing and the end of the world was approaching.

Jiang Jingming stood quietly, the flames seemingly reaching his eyebrows and eyes.

Aqing stood at the gate of the courtyard, staring wide-eyed at the raging fire.

They burned the kites, the straw boats, everything.

Jiang Jingming raised his hand and gently covered his chest, murmuring a name:

"Instant Green".

That's a really nice name.

It's just a pity that after all these years, he only called her by her real name for the first time.

Thousand Miles of Instant Green

Chapter 147 Identification

Aqing is a child of the Shun family.

Jiang Jingming rested his forehead on his hand, wondering why it had taken him so long to understand this.

Why is Aqing unwilling to talk about the past?

Why did A Qing have that expression when she returned to Fengling City?

Why has Ah Qing been so hesitant to speak these past few days? It seems like there's so much she wants to say hidden in her eyes.

Suddenly, all these questions had answers.

Just as he didn't know how to tell Aqing about the past, Aqing didn't know how to tell him about her background.

This Seven Emotions Devouring Heart Formation allowed him to witness firsthand everything that happened to her.

While they were investigating the massacre, and when they found the letter Shun Chong wrote to the head of the family, what was A Qing thinking?

Jiang Jingming felt that the dull pain in his chest, which had been there and not there, was becoming increasingly sharp, making him feel somewhat dazed.

The scene before him changed again like a revolving lantern, and he felt waves of nausea in his stomach, trying his best to suppress the urge to gag.

At that moment, someone helped him up by the shoulder.

Jiang Jingming raised his head and strained to open his eyes, only to see a blurry figure beside him.

"Aqing?"

The person next to me seemed to chuckle, and then a palm-sized patch of light and shadow flickered in front of me.