Chapter 470: We will return safely

Their murderous aura had not yet been fully learned to conceal; indeed, they even thought they themselves did not want to conceal it.

Dean, we have grown up, we have grown, we need to strike out on our own, we need to face things on our own.

Kang Wu looked at Jiang Yunchu's eyes; at first they were innocent and ignorant, later they fell into one trap after another designed by the Dean.

Now they have all grown up and understood the Dean's painstaking efforts.

But...

It's not that their wings have hardened; rather, they need to become independent.

Under the Dean's wings, they have been protected for many years; the road ahead, they want to walk on their own.

Jiang Yunchu curled the corner of her mouth, yet at the same time her eyes reddened.

Those she had cared for and guided, step by step, with painstaking care, were protecting them.

One day, they will have to fly on their own.

She slowly regained her voice, earnestly looking at a group of children: "Have you made up your minds?"

Everyone's gaze was that resolute.

"We've decided."

Twelve children, in unison.

Jiang Yunchu nodded: "Good."

"Dean, do you agree?" Kang Zhi Xia looked at the Dean; they thought persuading the Dean would take a lot of time, but they didn't expect that just mentioning it would make the Dean agree so readily.

Jiang Yunchu looked at him, lightly laughing and shaking her head: "Fledglings must eventually leave the nest to learn to fly."

"You have grown up; I had long anticipated this day, but what surprises me is that this departure is not arranged by me, but proposed by you yourselves."

"In three days, you may leave; during this time I will have everything ready."

She glanced at the children; some still had facial wounds not healed, some still had bodily wounds not healed, yet they had already made their decision.

"Yes!" Twelve children, in unison.

"Anything else?" Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow, looking at these twelve people, somewhat puzzled.

Those twelve children, at this moment, bowed.

Ning Hanmo shouted loudly, and the twelve people bent at the waist simultaneously.

"Dean, we will return safely."

The twelve children, at this time, also had their own attachments.

When youths leave home, they always carry many hesitations and aspirations, yet also have lingering concerns in their hearts.

"Good, return safely."

Jiang Yunchu nodded, did not help them, but turned away, quietly reddening her eyes.

The sight of each one entering the academy seemed as if it were just yesterday.

Three days later, looking at each child, they had no horses, carried little silver, each wore simple clothing and bore a cloth bundle.

"Except for Ning Hanmo and Kang Wen, come yourselves to collect the weapons." These weapons she had long prepared; it was only that these children's hearts were previously unsettled.

After being apart for many days, guerrilla warfare had already steadied them.

This time they were about to embark on a long journey; Jiang Yunchu took out the weapons she had prepared.

"Wow!"

"I actually wanted to ask the Dean earlier, hehe, I never expected the Dean to have prepared everything for us." Kang Zhi Xia rubbed his head, his whole person feeling somewhat pleased.

His long sword had already developed a notch during the guerrilla warfare, but polishing a sword requires much silver and much time; he could not wait.

"Older brother, I won't yield." Kang Zhi Xia directly chose that long sword, gripped its hilt, traced an arc in the air, his eyes lit up: "Good sword."

Kang Wu glanced, gave a light smile, and had to admit: the Dean knows their dispositions and also knows the weapons they favor.

He had always used a short sword, but the short sword was not comfortable to wield.

When he saw among the weapons that folding fan, he knew it was what the Dean had prepared for him.

"Kang Wu, this is yours." Kang Nai Xin directly handed the folding fan to him, without any hesitation.

And she grasped a rather unique weapon, a pair of daggers, dual weapons.

It is rarely seen, but at first glance she knew it was her own weapon.

Everyone eagerly chose their own weapon, each person's heart filled with surprise.

Without thorough understanding, how could one know their habits and what suits them?

Kang Wen scratched his head, stroking his silver spear: "Little Silver, you won't be lonely anymore; they no longer need to eye you covetously."

All the little companions turned their gazes toward him.

"Hehe, just joking, just joking."

He can't beat them in fight, can't outwit them in mind games; he might as well give in.

Jiang Yunchu looked at this lively fellow; what was originally a somewhat sorrowful parting suddenly filled with laughter.

"This is wound medicine; each of you gets one bottle, don't be reluctant to use it."

"This is detox pill; it can cure all poisons."

"When out and about, people's hearts are unfathomable; in all matters, keep an extra eye."

These past few days, Jiang Yunchu had been preparing things for them; the advice she ought to give had instead been held back until now, when she finally spoke it.

"You are now independent; from now on, the road ahead, you must walk it yourselves."

"The Regent Prince's Manor's shops have already spread beyond Jiangnan; many cities in Da Ning now have them."

"The emblem of the Regent Prince's Manor's shops, you all know it in your hearts; these past two years I have not concealed it from you—if you encounter something you cannot resolve, go to the shop for aid."

This is the path to survival she left for them, and also their confidence.

She knows her children; unless driven to desperation, they will not make this choice.

Her children, ah, each one has a proud backbone.

"Mother." Ning Hanmo walked to Jiang Yunchu's side; this time he tightly embraced mother.

Then he softly said, "Son will grow quickly, become a big tree, protect mother."

"Mother, wait for me to return."

They left, a line of figures, until they could no longer be seen, Jiang Yunchu did not move.

"Go back, they have already gone far." In there, three are her children, she is proud of them.

Jiang Fengsheng also felt emotion in his heart; a decision made back then ultimately led to their success.

Hope their road grows wider as they walk, hope their Dao grows longer.

"Return."

Jiang Yunchu nodded, took two steps, then turned back to look at the path with no figures.

Previously when she left, the children likely felt the same.

She laughed and shook her head.

Time flies, years shuttle.

On the road to building Xijiang, time seemed like a snap of fingers.

"Princess Consort."

"Princess Consort."

One by one, people looked at Jiang Yunchu with excitement, "The seedlings have sprouted, really sprouted."

That excited expression and indescribable look made the original Xijiang locals feel as if they had found belonging.

The locals don't care which country, nor who is the ruler.

They only care whether they can live well, stay warm, and eat enough.