Chapter 1601: Chapter 5: No longer meet thereafter_4
Jiang Wang did not look at those precious cultivation Secret Techniques, nor did he browse through the cultivation notes of this unparalleled genius, but simply browsed some articles written by Jiang Wuqi quietly.
The Eleventh Prince’s thoughts on this country, on this world, and on life were all reflected in these articles.
Reading his writing felt like socializing with him.
He read for a long time, going through them one by one.
Feng Gu did not urge him, merely kept him company in silence.
After browsing through the articles for a while, Jiang Wang went on to Jiang Wuqi’s calligraphy and paintings.
The roll of calligraphy placed at the top had evidently been written not long ago and had not yet been framed.
Jiang Wang unfolded it and saw an imposing and grand piece of calligraphy –
"Heaven does not abandon my Daqi, it births my Jiang Wuqi!"
The vigor and spirit shown in this calligraphy did not match the usual sickly demeanor of the Eleventh Prince.
But it more aptly suited the image of the Longevity Palace Master who used himself as bait to eliminate the spies of the Equality Country in the Qi Boundary.
"I just want this piece of calligraphy," Jiang Wang said.
"Of course you can..." Feng Gu was somewhat surprised; this study room was full of treasures, abundant in secret techniques and valuable writings, yet Jiang Wang did not choose any of those, only selecting Jiang Wuqi’s last handwritten calligraphy.
Though it was written by Jiang Wuqi, it had no extraordinary Divine Skills hidden within and wasn’t as precious as the other objects.
He couldn’t help but remind him: "Don’t you want to reconsider?"
Jiang Wang carefully rolled up the calligraphy and placed it into the Storage Box, saying earnestly: "His Highness said to leave me something to remember him by, and this piece of calligraphy most allows me to think of him."
Feng Gu was a bit moved, but quickly composed himself and only said: "The Marquis may take whatever you want, this is His Highness’s last wish."
"Thank you." Jiang Wang looked around, this study was filled with Jiang Wuqi’s traces, so lively and bright. Perhaps this was also why Feng Gu was reluctant to tidy up.
"I hope His Highness got what he wanted when he left," he said finally.
Feng Gu lowered his eyes in response.
Having taken the calligraphy, Jiang Wang was ready to leave.
But at this moment, Feng Gu suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right." He turned around and searched the bookshelf, then took out a book and walked over.
"After the Marquis last visited the Long Life Palace, His Highness specially prepared this gift for you...but didn’t have time to give it later."
Jiang Wang knew that after that, he quickly left Qi Country and was constantly pursued...
"What book?" He took it with some curiosity.
It was an exquisitely bound book, with five characters on the cover –
"Thousand Beauties of All Countries."
Jiang Wang then vaguely remembered that last time, it seemed, perhaps, vaguely, indeed he had talked about this book with Jiang Wuqi.
There was also a stamp in the lower left corner of the book, reading: "Tian Capital Classics."
The Marquis Jiang, having read many books recently, naturally knew that "Capital Heaven" was a long-famous brand in the book industry, and "Tian Capital Classics" was always a byword for classics.
He couldn’t help but mumble.
Why does Tian Capital Classics also have typographical errors?
He could completely sense Jiang Wuqi’s intention, as the Longevity Palace Master, to seek out a Tian Capital Classics version of "Thousand Beauties of All Countries" just because of his casual mention.
But he really had only mentioned it casually, from childhood to now, he had never read any idle books at all.
But at this time and in this situation, how could he refuse the intention of a deceased friend?
He could only accept it and remarked: "His Highness went to great lengths."
Feng Gu respectfully bowed: "The Marquis, please proceed carefully, I am old and frail and won’t see you off."
"No need to see me off, take care of yourself...please accept my condolences."
Jiang Wang bowed sincerely and then left alone.
Though the Long Life Palace was vast, after coming several times, he had already memorized the way.
Walking while casually opening the book given by Jiang Wuqi, he also wanted to see what idle book the Eleventh Prince had painstakingly collected and Zhongxuan Fenghua had been so infatuated with was actually written about...
After two pages.
Slam!
Quickly closed it.
Quickened his pace, face flushed.
