Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Tang Wenwan's black dragon carriage moved forward slowly with the diverted sacrificial procession. Due to the impact of the sudden accident, Tang Wenwan was in a depressed mood and wrote furiously all the way. She even dared not look out of the car out of guilt.

It was not until Jiang Kaichen patted her shoulder again and motioned for her to look at the crowd outside the car that she realized that the divine car had arrived at the bank of the Kanda River.

People on both sides of the river dressed in traditional sacrificial costumes followed the procession, singing and dancing, escorting the sacred chariot towards the Hozugawa River.

From their faces, it can be seen that no one was affected by the accident at all.

Holding fans in their hands, they walked gracefully on both sides of the divine chariot, swaying to the accompaniment of cheerful music, embellishing the entire river bank into a colorful picture.

"Xiaoxue, distribute all the words you wrote today to everyone."

Tang Wenwan leaned her head towards the lower level of the divine chariot and called out to Hashimoto Xue.

"Ah? Just send it like this?"

Hashimoto Yuki was still a little slow to react, and she asked with half of her body leaning forward.

"Sister, your calligraphy is something that people may not be able to get even after half a month in our temple. Are you really going to give it away like this?"

Before Tang Wenwan had the time to explain, there was a sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps, and Hashimoto Xue ran up to her with a Taoist robe in her hand, confirming with confusion.

You have to know that after the previous public exhibition at the Yasukuni Shrine, which miraculously achieved the only consensus among the left-wing and right-wing parties in Japan, Tang Wenwan's calligraphy and paintings are now hard to come by on the black market.

Common people and wealthy people came to the temple to seek the authentic relics, and the threshold was almost broken down every day.

Tang Wenwan smiled at Hashimoto Xue, gently stroked her head, turned her head to look at Jiang Kaichen who had been silent behind her, and said:

"Today's accident was caused by us. I don't have anything to compensate you. This is the only way to express my gratitude."

Hashimoto Yuki tilted her head and thought for a while, and gradually a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in her eyes.

"Okay then~"

He nodded, turned around and went downstairs to start making arrangements.

Soon, Hashimoto Yuki sorted out a batch of manuscripts, got off the sacred car, and walked into the parade.

"This is a gift from our painter. Thank you for escorting us all along the way. You have all worked hard!"

While delivering the gifts, she thanked the people, and the parade soon became lively again because of Tang Wenwan's action.

“Is this an authentic work of the temple painter?”

"The ink hasn't dried yet. I just wrote it on the spot!"

"Oh my god, I can actually have the painter's handwriting!"

The ink dragon carriage was quickly surrounded by believers who came after hearing the news, and those who couldn't get the calligraphy stood on tiptoe to catch a glimpse of the painter.

On the second floor of the divine chariot, Tang Wenwan was writing rapidly behind the white gauze curtain.

She wrote with great concentration, with all the guilt and gratitude in her heart flowing between the lines. She hoped to leave as many works as possible before leaving, so as to meet everyone's needs to the greatest extent possible.

Jiang Kaichen saw everything, with a complicated look on his face and no one knew what he was thinking. Until the car was surrounded by more and more people and it was difficult to move forward, the few golden-haired people faintly visible in the crowd made his heart tighten.

He quickly turned his head to look at Wang Feng, who was also dressed as a bodyguard today. Wang Feng nodded, understood what he meant, and hurriedly walked to Hashimoto Yuki and whispered a few words in her ear.

"Everyone, follow me and line up behind me. Don't hinder the progress of the sacred vehicle and delay the auspicious time of Funado."

Hashimoto Yuki took the newly written manuscript by Tang Wenwan from Wang Feng's hand and led everyone to the back of the car.

Those who had received the characters and those who were queuing to receive the characters spontaneously divided into two teams. Those who had received the characters formed a U-shaped array, closely following the divine chariot, loyally and devoutly protecting Tang Wenwan's black dragon chariot as it moved towards the Baojin River.

Those who had not received their signature formed a fan-shaped human wall several meters wide behind the car. While queuing up to receive their signature, they also invisibly isolated any dangerous people who wanted to get close to the car.

Seeing the foreign faces being further and further away by the human wall, Jiang Kaichen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at Tang Wenwan, who was still writing without knowing anything, and felt mixed emotions.

Tang Wenwan kept writing all the way without raising her head until she heard the loud noise of gongs and drums. She then straightened her numb back and looked out of the car.

What we see before us is a spectacular sight: all kinds of cruise ships gathered on the river, with colorful flags flying and a lively atmosphere.

The black dragon chariot had arrived at the Hozu River along with the separate sacrificial procession.

Tang Wenwan put down the pen in her hand, stood up, and looked at the many magical ships of various shapes parked on the river in front of her.

Among them, the black dragon boat, which seems like a twin of his own divine car, is particularly mysterious and more eye-catching on the river.

"time to go!"

Jiang Kaichen was whispering softly behind her, and she didn't know when he had stood behind her, kneading her aching waist with his hands with heartache.

Tang Wenwan was taken to the inner room on the second floor, took off her painter's Taoist robe, and changed into the same bodyguard's clothes as Jiang Kaichen.

The noise of activities outside was increasing. Tang Wenwan and Jiang Kaichen exchanged glances and quietly hid themselves among the group of law enforcement officers on the boat.

As drums and music sounded, the priests began to carefully transfer the sedan chair and banners to the sacred ship.

Tang Wenwan and Jiang Kaichen mixed in the team, carrying their belongings to the boat with everyone else.

During the boat crossing, people cheered and scattered paper money or peach branches at the junction of the shrine car and the shrine boat, praying to the gods for peace and a good harvest.

Amid the bustling crowd, the guardians completed the task of handing over the shrine in an orderly manner, and Tang Wenwan and Jiang Kaichen sneaked into the cabin of the Molong boat without anyone noticing.

Jiang Kaichen brought Tang Wenwan from the bottom cabin, bypassing everyone's eyes and ears, and came to an inconspicuous small sampan tied to the side of the Molong boat. The sampan was black all over, as if it had merged with the Molong boat.

When the Molong boat set sail, Tang Wenwan felt the small sampan vibrate slightly. She turned around and looked at the divine chariot moving farther and farther away from the shore, and an indescribable reluctance and joy surged in her heart.

Jiang Kaichen looked towards the shore anxiously from the gap between the two boats, and saw from afar that the Molong car was still parked on the shore as if seeing them off, and those few people with golden hair had just squeezed to the side of the car.

He grinned coldly, turned around and looked at Tang Wenwan who was collapsed in the cabin of the sampan behind him, and his eagle eyes instantly showed infinite tenderness.

"You've worked hard these past two days. Are you scared?"

He took a step forward with his long legs, hugged the person in his arms and asked.

"A little, but for you, it's all worth it."

Tang Wenwan answered while shaking her wrist, which had been writing words all day.

If she looked up, she would see that the look in the eagle's eyes when looking at her was filled with not only strong possessiveness, but also admiration and pride.