Yang Fei knows that the Greenfield Commonwealth is an Imperial State, where the Empress holds supreme authority.

Helen has the support of the July Storm, the Bright Association Righteous Army, and the Alang Military.

Even if she acts autocratically, as long as it doesn't touch the interests of the commoners, nothing else matters.

Yang Fei deeply bowed to Helen.

"Thank you, Empress, may God bless you, enjoy eternal happiness, live as long as the heavens, and remain forever beautiful."

This was originally a compliment Yang Fei used for Lin Xueyi, but at this moment, he adeptly used it to flatter Helen, seamlessly and perfectly.

Helen smiled charmingly and kissed Yang Fei's forehead.

"Your silver tongue is as if dipped in honey, but I just love it."

Yang Fei knows Helen's status at this moment is extraordinary. If discovered missing by the palace experts, it could cause a huge uproar.

He chatted and got cozy with Helen for a while before quietly sending her back.

Before parting, Helen held Yang Fei's hand, her blue eyes glistening.

"Jack, I want you to stay with me."

Yang Fei was startled; this isn't Greenfield Commonwealth, causing a big commotion wouldn't matter.

If he really stayed and got discovered, it would be disastrous.

He smiled wryly and comforted Helen with a couple of sentences, explaining the reasons.

Helen let go of his hand in disappointment, muttering.

"You Huaxia people are so insincere."

Yang Fei chuckled, gave her a kiss, then left.

Helen's visit to Huaxia lasted four days, during which both countries officially established diplomatic relations.

In areas such as Huaxia's diplomacy and commerce, Helen was promised an interest-free loan of one trillion Huaxia currency to support the infrastructure of the Greenfield Commonwealth.

The projects included railway construction, highway construction, airport construction, and housing for ordinary citizens.

Such large projects attracted various major domestic and international consortia, all expressed willingness to undertake them.

However, Helen and Yang Fei already had an agreement to clearly decline it at the press conference.

Four days later, Helen left reluctantly.

Yang Fei watched as the Empress's aircraft flew high and far away, for the first time feeling a sense of attachment.

The affairs in the Capital City were settled, Liang Jiayi's vacation ended, so Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi prepared to return to Yannan.

Before returning to Yannan, Yang Fei visited the old man at Huaqing University once again.

Yang Fei had already guessed about his own ancestry.

However, the old man didn't intend for him to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan, and Yang Fei didn't bring it up again.

Even knowing he is an heir of a second generation, at present, Yang Fei no longer needs any family's power.

To put it bluntly, he himself is already a distinguished family, no need to rely on his original family.

However, Yang Fei always carries profound familial affection toward the old man.

Before parting, Yang Fei hoped to see the old man once more.

In the Phoenix Pavilion, the old man was writing, his hand flourishing with Yan Zhenqing's Duo Bao Tower Stele, majestic and dignified like mountains.

Yang Fei entered without speaking, picked up an inkstone, and seriously helped the old man prepare ink.

The old man glanced back at Yang Fei, nodded with a smile, piercing the paper with force, ink splattering.

The grandfather and grandson cooperated perfectly.

After finishing the Duo Bao Tower Stele, and washing his hands, the old man turned around, smiling while looking at Yang Fei.

"Why have you come?"

Yang Fei looked at the old man's kind eyes, felt very close and bowed respectfully.

"Grandfather, I must go back, there are many things needing my personal handling."

The old man nodded with some melancholy.

"Young people should contribute more to the country, not be caught up in affection. Perhaps I am old, with not much future left, which makes me somewhat weak."

Seeing the old man despondent, Yang Fei felt a pang of sadness.

"Grandfather, don't worry, I will come back to see you."

"As long as you are here, this is my root. Live to a ripe old age, waiting for my return."

The old man revived in spirit, raised his head.

"Of course, I am still the Speaker of Dragon's Chant Temple, these old bones will definitely hold on."

"Even if the heavens intend to destroy me, humph, I will resist to the end."

Seeing the old man's weathered face reveal a spirited look, like a young man, Yang Fei felt somewhat relieved.

Yang Fei spoke with the old man for a while, not probing the mystery of his ancestry, the two chatted happily.

Subsequently, Yang Fei bid farewell to the old man, left along a path of ginkgo trees.

He had just taken two steps when a Porsche sports car drove up from a distance and stopped upon seeing Yang Fei.

Susu, dressed in a pale ancient style long skirt, poked her head out.

"Brother Yang, have you come to see the old master?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly, looking at Susu's purely beautiful face with classical charm.

"I planned to visit you at Yiyun Studio, meeting here is perfect for saying goodbye."

Upon hearing this, Susu's expression immediately changed: "What, you're leaving?"

Yang Fei chuckled: "What, reluctant to see me go?"

Faced with this renowned talented lady of the Capital City, Yang Fei always had great respect.

At this moment, seeing Susu reveal a maiden's surprise, he couldn't help joking.

Susu rolled her eyes complainingly, lightly sighed.

"A bosom friend is hard to find, with your departure, there'll be no one to listen to my 'Thoughts of Longing'."

Yang Fei couldn't have expected that he, a commoner, would be considered a confidant by Susu.

Feeling unexpected, he humbly said a couple of words.

"I don't understand music, it's rare to appreciate your zither sound."

Susu sighed, and asked Yang Fei.

"Do you know that day at Yiyun Studio, when Chu Liang offered you a car and a house, and you easily refused, what was I thinking in my heart?"

Yang Fei immediately stood tall.

"Riches cannot be seduced into corruption, force cannot bend me; you must have praised in your heart that I, Yang Fei, am a great man."

Originally, he thought Susu would definitely mock him and criticize him as shameless.

However, Susu sighed and nodded: "Indeed!"

Yang Fei felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Pardon me, I am a bit arrogant, don't mind."

Susu's eyes, pure and profound, looked at Yang Fei.

"No, you are wrong, the dirtiest thing in the world is the human heart, yet you are the person with the cleanest soul I have seen."

Yang Fei never would've imagined that Susu would hold such a high opinion of him, feeling more awkward.

"Actually, I have many shortcomings, I am lustful, like money, enjoy drinking, and snore while sleeping..."

Susu's gaze was always on Yang Fei, evidently calm yet it exerted significant pressure on him.

While Yang Fei was self-criticizing, he suddenly felt at a loss for words and could speak no longer.

Susu gazed at him for a long time, sighed.

"There are too many attractive appearances, yet so few interesting and clean souls. You call yourself vulgar, yet in my view, you are not vulgar at all."

Susu said, beckoning to Yang Fei.

"Goodbye, come back anytime, Yiyun Studio will always welcome you."

Yang Fei instantly felt relieved, smiling and waving.

"Certainly, Yiyun Studio's Four Extremes are world-renowned, even if not for gold and gems, it should be for fine wine, simple meals, and Miss Susu's zither sounds."

Susu gazed at him for a moment, started the car, and slowly drove away.

Yang Fei sighed, turned and left.

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