Spring in Gedu finally carried warmth.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a warm glow as it reflected off the windows of the Royal Grand Hotel.
Inside the suite, packed suitcases stood neatly against the wall.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan were carefully folding Lu Shi'an's tiny clothes one by one, placing them into a separate baby suitcase.
Their faces brimmed with unrestrained joy and anticipation.
Everything was waiting for that final signal.
The signal arrived quietly at two in the afternoon.
No press conference, no official announcement.
Only a notice, tucked away in the most inconspicuous corner of the J Country Supreme Procuratorate's official website.
The title of the notice was unremarkable:
"Announcement Regarding the Conclusion of the Investigation into the Case Involving Xia Country Citizen Mo Qingli."
The body consisted of just a few lines.
The wording was precise, laden with legal terminology.
The core message was singular:
After a comprehensive review, no evidence was found to suggest that Mo Qingli had engaged in any activities violating J Country's laws.
Effective immediately, all restrictions on her were lifted, restoring her full freedom.
A belated exoneration, nearly three years overdue.
In an almost perfunctory manner, it declared the end of this globally watched standoff.
Lu Jinlin's legal team immediately relayed the news to Lu Chenyuan.
Lu Chenyuan glanced at his phone, his expression calm.
He walked over to Mo Qingli, who was gently tucking a thin blanket over their sleeping son.
"Qingli," he said softly.
"Hmm?"
"It's official."
Mo Qingli paused mid-motion.
She looked up, meeting Lu Chenyuan's gaze.
No excitement, no tears—just the quiet understanding and serenity of two people who had weathered storms together.
As if this were nothing more than an inevitable milestone in their long-planned journey.
"I see," Mo Qingli replied.
She leaned down, pressing a kiss to her son's warm cheek.
"Shi'an, we can go home now."
Lu Chenyuan moved closer, wrapping his arms around his wife as they both gazed at their son. Softly, he echoed,
"Shi'an, we can go home now."
……
The seemingly insignificant announcement was like a depth charge dropped into the global media’s turbulent waters.
At first, it sent out only small ripples.
Within minutes, it had stirred a tidal wave.
Major news agencies worldwide almost simultaneously pushed the story as breaking news of the highest urgency.
"J Country Declares Mo Qingli Innocent!"
"Three-Year Standoff Ends in Victory for Xia Tech Giant!"
"A Country’s Defeat? Major Shift in J Country’s Foreign Policy!"
In an instant, the world’s attention refocused on Gedu.
On that suite atop the Royal Grand Hotel.
The hotel’s phone lines were overwhelmed.
Within half an hour, the lobby below was swarmed by journalists from across the globe.
Cameras and microphones were trained on every entrance, every exit.
Like sharks scenting blood, they clamored for even a glimpse of this historic moment.
The entire hotel entered an unprecedented state of high alert.
Ambassador Li Wenbo’s call came through swiftly.
"Mr. Lu, congratulations," Li Wenbo said, his voice brimming with genuine delight.
"Thank you, Ambassador, and to all your colleagues for your hard work these past three years."
Lu Chenyuan’s gratitude was sincere—for their efforts, for every bit of support during those long years.
"It was our duty," Li Wenbo replied.
After a pause, his tone grew serious.
"You’ve seen the situation outside. What are your plans?"
"A press conference," Lu Chenyuan answered.
"To clarify everything at once."
"Understood," Li Wenbo said without hesitation.
"I’ll arrange it immediately. The venue will be the hotel—rest assured, security won’t be an issue."
After hanging up, Lu Chenyuan turned to Mo Qingli.
"Shall we do it together?" he asked.
He meant bringing Lu Shi'an along.
Letting their son witness his parents’ triumph.
Mo Qingli nodded without hesitation.
"Of course," she said, her gaze tender yet resolute.
"Our family stays together—always."
……
Just as global media braced for the press conference scheduled in an hour, J Country’s national television abruptly cut to a special broadcast.
The President of J Country was about to deliver a nationwide address.
This was highly unusual.
In J Country’s parliamentary system, the presidency was largely ceremonial.
Only during moments of national crisis or celebration did the President step forward to communicate so directly.
On screen, the President stood in a dark suit, a purple tie—symbolizing "uniqueness" and "autonomy"—knotted at his collar.
His expression was solemn, steady.
Behind him, the national flag of J Country.
He began speaking, his voice carried by radio waves to every corner of J Country—and to the world beyond.
"My fellow citizens,"
"Today is a special day."
"It marks the end of an old era, and the dawn of a new one."
……
His speech never once mentioned Xia Country, nor did it utter the name "Mo Qingli."
He spoke of J Country’s history, of its future.
He emphasized that J Country was an independent nation, with the sacred right to choose its own path.
He recounted J Country’s historical contributions as an ally of A Country.
Yet he also pointed out that, in the new global landscape, a one-sided, unequal alliance no longer served J Country’s national interests.
"The world is diverse,"
"And so too should our friendships be."
"We honor history, but we must also embrace the future."
"An open, inclusive, and equitable future."
"A future built hand in hand with all peace-loving nations."
He concluded with a weighted statement:
"J Country will stand among the world’s nations with greater maturity, greater confidence. We will create a more just and prosperous environment—for our people, and for our friends."
This speech was a political manifesto.
It provided the most authoritative endorsement for Mo Qingli’s exoneration.
It seemed to tell A Country outright: The times have changed.
It seemed to whisper to Xia Country: The foundation for cooperation is laid.
And it declared to the world: J Country will be master of its own fate.
With this masterful political address, the President of J Country secured dignity—for himself, and for his nation.
He framed a forced compromise as a deliberate strategic pivot.
Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli watched the entire speech from their suite’s television.
"J Country has no shortage of shrewd politicians," Mo Qingli remarked.
"Indeed," Lu Chenyuan agreed. "A clever opponent who knows how to adapt."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
