Chapter 1218: Chapter 53: Breaking Through the Fog (Filling the Gap Mega Chapter Combo)

Lin Xian was pulled up by Zhao Yingjun, standing in front of her.

He touched her smooth cheek.

He couldn’t help but feel emotional…

The withered bouquet he had once given her–what kind of treasure of a wife had he exchanged it for?

Brave, loyal, decisive, intelligent.

When all was said and done.

The fact that he had arrived at this moment was truly thanks to Huang Que and Zhao Yingjun’s unwavering support and help along the way.

No wonder Huang Que is Zhao Yingjun, and Zhao Yingjun is Huang Que.

Over this period of time, Lin Xian became increasingly aware of the similarities between the two.

Resolute, decisive–on this point, Zhao Yingjun was far superior to him.

He always worried too much… Especially during this period, as he deliberated over the path to breaking free, it was even more apparent.

Of course he knew.

Entering the Hibernation Pod could resolve all crises.

But every time this thought occurred, Huang Que’s advice on the shores of Copenhagen Shallow Sea–“Don’t ever leave Yu Xi”–felt like chains binding him, stopping him from even considering leaving the mother and daughter.

It didn’t just bind him.

Truthfully, deep down, he himself didn’t want to leave Zhao Yingjun and Yu Xi. What kind of father would willingly leave his daughter?

This was also why he was so determined to fulfill his promise to Chu Shanhe and bring Chu Anqing back.

Now that he was a father himself, he felt it even more profoundly; he truly grasped Chu Shanhe’s emotions and admired his greatness all the more.

Therefore.

Lin Xian was destined to fulfill his promise–

“No matter where she is, no matter who she has become. Whether it’s at the ends of the earth, or across the rivers of history, even if I have to turn over every corner of space and time across the cosmos–”

“I will definitely bring Chu Anqing back to you.”

A gentleman’s word is his bond.

A true man keeps his promises.

For now.

All the evidence.

Points to the mysteries and truths of the Millennium Stakes being tied to the year 1952.

Zhang Yuqian’s dream, Einstein’s lies, the cosmic constant 42, the coded oil painting, regular patterns of disappearance…

Lin Xian had long suspected that to unravel the puzzle of the Millennium Stakes and find a way to rescue Chu Anqing, a trip to 1952 was inevitable.

So.

In the midst of heavy conflict.

As Zhao Yingjun had said…

The reality that hibernation was essential for time-space traversal, and the concern about possibly leaving the mother and daughter… was the root of Lin Xian’s anxiety and hesitation over the past three months.

Ultimately, even if he had said nothing, Zhao Yingjun–as the person closest to him in the world, who understood him best–still saw through everything.

So.

She brought him to Jing’an Temple today.

To tell him these words, to help him set aside his worries, resolve his inner conflict, and… willingly embark with her to the ends of the world.

Lin Xian nodded:

“I indeed still have many promises left unfulfilled.”

“It’s us.”

Zhao Yingjun interrupted him, touching the hand pressed against her cheek:

“I’ve told you countless times, I am your wife, so we’ll always be one. Your promises are my promises, your vows are my vows.”

“An Qing’s matter isn’t just your concern; it’s mine too. So now, with no means to discern the truth of the Millennium Stakes, if traveling back to 1952 is the only way to find a way to save Chu Anqing… then we must go.”

“Whether it’s the two of us or Huang Que, we owe An Qing too much. From the current perspective, the Space-Time Particle that An Qing captured for you is indeed crucial. Without that Space-Time Particle, we’d still be stuck, clueless; joining the Genius Club or perceiving the oddities surrounding Einstein wouldn’t even be possible.”

“Don’t worry.”

Lin Xian gripped Zhao Yingjun’s hand:

“I won’t let An Qing’s efforts go to waste, nor will Huang Que’s sacrifice be in vain. I won’t let you or Yu Xi down, nor will I fail everyone’s trust.”

“Also, to be precise, we’re not entirely cornered yet. Du Yao still provides hope. If Du Yao can successfully invent the Neural Electrocution Helmet… and if it can trigger space-time curvature changes, allowing world-line transitions, the entire situation could become clear.”

Zhao Yingjun nodded:

“Indeed, at present, everything’s progress is stuck because useful intelligence can’t be obtained from The Ninth Dreamland. This results in world-lines being unable to change, and consequently, reality being at a standstill.”

“And… if the world-line does indeed change again due to Du Yao, then it would confirm that Einstein is indeed lying. At that moment… this doubting little head of yours… wouldn’t you finally believe that your dream is real?”

The doubting little head.

Lin Xian couldn’t help but chuckle at this remark, shaking his head:

“Of course I believe in what you say, and I trust Huang Que too. But… ah, you truly know me best. If there isn’t concrete evidence proving that Einstein’s foresight about the future is false, then I… how should I put it… still couldn’t fully convince myself.”

“However, that’s not an issue anymore. Yingjun, thanks to you discussing Huang Que with me today–and even standing in Huang Que’s shoes, considering her perspective–those words have inspired me–”

“I’ve found a way to 100% conclusively verify… whether Einstein is lying!”

Hmm?

Zhao Yingjun tilted her head in confusion:

“Is that… really possible?”

She couldn’t think of a method.

Over the past couple of days, she had privately reasoned through various logics, feeling that in the current era, there seemed no way to conclusively prove that Einstein was lying and that the future he foresaw was a fabrication.