Chapter 900: 355 Great Rivers and Mountains (End) Chapter 900: 355 Great Rivers and Mountains (End) Jiang University’s celebrity list has two new additions.

No need to mention Bai Lian, as her popularity was nearing that of He Wen.

Neither of them had returned to school; they had been staying at the research institute these past few days.

Bai Lian documented a set of data and went back to the lounge, where Jiang Fulai was blatantly seated in her place, answering her phone.

Seeing her come in, he raised his hand and gave the phone to her, “It’s your grandpa’s call.”

Bai Lian unbuttoned her lab coat and took the phone, “Grandpa?”

“I’ve already told Xiaojiang. I still need to stay in Xiangcheng for another month,” Ji Heng was smoking, his speech somewhat muffled, “Xiaohan will stay as well to record the process. How is your template drawing coming along?”

As requested by the Xiangcheng Culture and Tourism Bureau, Purest Street was also an ancient part of the city worth developing into Xiangcheng Ancient Town.

Knowing there was a group of embroideresses on Purest Street, the bureau had invited these teachers to embroider a piece as both publicity and a representative item of the ancient town.

It was said to involve twenty to thirty embroidery masters.

“I sent it back yesterday,” Bai Lian took the tea Jiang Fulai had poured for her, “Have Xiaohan bring it to you.”

After hanging up the phone, Bai Lian sipped her tea and slowly printed out the data.

Jiang Fulai was still sitting in the chair, his finger on the mouse, looking at an untranslated paper. The sunlight through the window lazily shone on them both as he read every word, then suddenly said, “There’s a seven-day holiday for National Day.”

Neither had really rested over the summer vacation.

“Hmm?” Bai Lian set down her teacup and turned to look at him.

“I’ve bought the tickets,” Jiang Fulai closed the paper on his screen and looked up.

Bai Lian realized, it was the tickets to the snowy mountains.

**
National Day, the peak of the tourist season.

The snowy mountains were on the border.

On the evening of September 30th, Jiang Fulai pulled a suitcase and drove to Jiangjing Airport.

At Shanhai Apartment, Chen Beixuan watched Jiang Fulai’s black car drive away.

She had one hand in her pocket, watched Ming Dongheng and asked, “Aren’t you following young master Jiang on his long journey?”

The Jiang Family felt relaxed.

Ming Dongheng took out his car keys, glanced at Chen Beixuan and said, “No need to worry.”

With Bai Lian there, what was there to worry about?

Worry about others not living long enough?

“Alright then, where are you headed? Give me a lift.” Chen Beixuan’s car was restricted today, she had come with Xu Nanjing, who was upstairs discussing official matters with Ning Xiao.

She opened the passenger side of Ming Dongheng’s car.

“Xingyi Martial Arts School.” Ming Dongheng put on sunglasses and started the car.

Always so cool.

He and Hall Master Jin had recently been teaching Yang Lin body conditioning techniques. It was their first time teaching a newcomer, and although Yang Lin was not very quick on the uptake, she was very enduring.

Ming Dongheng and Hall Master Jin were very concerned about it.

They put their hearts into it, showing off their best skills.

“Xingyi Martial Arts School?” Chen Beixuan lowered the car window very interested in the Xingyi Martial Arts School.

She went with Ming Dongheng.

When they arrived at Xingyi Martial Arts School, Hall Master Jin was teaching Yang Lin how to stand firm.

Chen Beixuan recognized Yang Lin as Bai Lian’s classmate from Jiang University, a highly talented student. Just as she was about to ask Ming Dongheng how Yang Lin came to be here, she turned to see Hall Master Jin placing a large silver metallic block in the crouching Yang Lin’s hands.

Chen Beixuan: “…?”

Wasn’t that iridium?

After Yang Lin finished her half-hour session, Chen Beixuan went over and tried to lift the fifty-centimeter square block of iridium.

She couldn’t lift it.

After a moment of silence, she began to ponder, Yang Lin shouldn’t be at Jiang University.

She should be in a military academy.

Of course, it would be even better if she were in her team.

**
Jiangjing Airport.

The elderly Jiang butler waited at the VIP entrance with two boarding passes in hand.

From a distance, he saw two young people.

The man was dressed in a white shirt with a subtle pattern, black casual pants, and wore a baseball cap, its brim pulled low to obscure his face.

The woman beside him wore a beige linen long dress, her long hair simply tied up, her eyes looking downward as she spoke to someone next to her, relaxed yet warm.

A smile appeared on the face of the butler.

As the two approached,
the butler handed over the boarding passes, “Young Master, Miss Bai.”

Jiang Fulai lifted his head and introduced Bai Lian, “This is the Jiang butler.”

Bai Lian looked at the elderly man.

He was wearing a black coat, with noticeable wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, “Hello.”

The butler saw the two of them off at the plane and again gently reiterated to Jiang Fulai the hotel and itinerary he had booked.

Only when the backs of the two disappeared at the boarding gate did the butler withdraw his gaze.

He took out his mobile phone, squinted his presbyopic eyes slightly, and called Gao Shu.

“Director Gao,” the butler said warmly and joyfully, “Do you think it’s time for me to start preparing for the young master and Miss Bai’s wedding? These preparations will take a year or two, especially Miss Bai’s wedding gown. I need to make a trip to Xicheng.”

The marriage of the Jiang Family’s crown prince was bound to be opulent, and these preparations were anything but simple.

There was the oldest weaving factory in Xicheng, and the butler planned to personally visit the owner to custom-make and order a Cloud Brocade Phoenix Robe for Bai Lian.

Such a timeline for the work would take at least a year.

Gao Shu: “… Butler Jiang, you might not need to worry about that. Alian’s grandfather should have it prepared, but you can make a spare one. Mr. Ji is getting on in years, and you might also prepare some everyday clothes for Alian.”

“That works too,” the butler decided he needed to find time to go to Xicheng to have a Phoenix Robe custom-made for Bai Lian as a priority. “I’ll have someone contact the Xicheng weaving factory.”

**
National Day.

Tourist season.

Like all other travelers, Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai took a car to the foot of the mountain to queue for cable car tickets. JiangFULAI wore a black scarf, pulling it up to cover his jawline, revealing his prominent nose.

He knocked on the window, waiting for the ticket seller to hand over the tickets.

Not wearing a mask, his pale eyes seemed colder than the snow-capped mountains.

The ticket seller dared not make eye contact, and her movements sped up significantly.

Bai Lian stood next to him, wrapping a large beige scarf around her, her face strikingly beautiful. She adjusted her scarf downward and politely conversed with the ticket seller, “Could you give me another oxygen bottle, please?”

Jiang Fulai was somewhat puzzled as to why she needed to carry oxygen.

The two of them walked amidst the crowd, queuing to enter the cable car.

A cable car could seat four people. Given it was the peak tourist season and there were many people, the couple across from Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai was also a young couple out for fun, appearing to be college-aged.

They sat chirping, but as Jiang Fulai bent down to enter, his noble demeanor and distinguished air were visibly different from that of ordinary people.

Even though he awkwardly carried an out-of-place red oxygen cylinder.

The two simultaneously quieted their voices.

Especially the young man, who stayed silent, pretending to look at the machinery outside with the girl beside him.

In the confined cable car, where the temperature was already low, it seemed to drop another few degrees.

Bai Lian sat next to Jiang Fulai, casually leaning back.

This was her first time on a cable car, and she curiously watched the scenery below, moving quite fast. Jiang Fulai held the oxygen cylinder for her, another hand placed behind her. He wasn’t watching the snow-capped mountains, for he was tired of them.

His light eyes mostly rested on her, only lazily glancing at the mountains when she mentioned the scenery outside.

The young woman across from them sneakily watched them, seemingly excited but too frightened to speak. She pinched the leg of the young man beside her.

Upon reaching the mountain summit, they disembarked from the cable car.

Seeing that the couple opposite hadn’t moved, Bai Lian courteously smiled at them and led Jiang Fulai off the cable car first.

After they had left, the young woman softly said to the young man beside her, “Did you see that young lady just now? Isn’t she the one from Jiang University who was really popular last year?”

Bai Lian’s popularity was phenomenal, but in the era of intense media traffic, it had peaked for only a few days.

It was soon overshadowed by other trending topics.

The young woman still vaguely remembered Bai Lian, solely because Bai Lian’s face was exceptionally striking.

**
After getting off the cable car, they hadn’t yet reached the mountain top.

There was only a landmark check-in spot.

And a stretch of stairs to climb slowly for a sweeping view of the scenery below the mountain.

But half of the people didn’t continue climbing, choosing to check in at the landmark near the cable car instead.

Fog blanketed overhead, and the sunlight was cold, with snowflakes drifting downwards. Jiang Fulai, wearing a black long down jacket provided by the hotel, took Bai Lian to climb the final stretch of stairs.

“That direction used to be the earliest laboratory,” Jiang Fulai said, having climbed a few steps and pointing ahead, “It’s now restricted and pretty much gone, but if you want to see, I’ll take you there by another route later.”

Bai Lian looked in that direction, seeing only a vast expanse of whiteness and occasionally some exposed rocks.

The world was vast and boundless.

She pulled up her scarf.

Because they were walking slowly, snowflakes leisurely settled on her lazy brows, bringing a touch of chill.

Bai Lian shook her cloak, scattering the snowflakes that had landed on the black fabric onto the ground.

Being robust, she didn’t wear the down jacket the hotel manager had prepared for her and wasn’t cold even at the mountain summit.

Stepping onto the last step at the peak, the thin oxygen began to affect even the young lord Jiang.

As Bai Lian walked towards the railing, she took the oxygen bottle from his hand, turned the valve open, and handed it to him.

Jiang Fulai caught up with her and took it.

Standing beside her, he quietly watched with her.

Bai Lian leaned on the railing, looking around. The snow-covered mountains were perennially intact, majestic and solemn, stark yet sacred.

Leaning against the railing, she glanced sideways at Jiang Fulai, who was leisurely breathing in oxygen, and smiled lazily, “The snow mountains are indeed beautiful.”

She had traveled through the torrents of time to this world, intertwining and colliding with the modern era. This magnificent landscape, like a giant lying prone, had shone for five thousand years, dimmed at times, but never faded away.

The land was vast and beautiful.