Even without Jiang Yihua—who she considered an omnipotent, invincible ally—she was determined to wait until she returned to the city, forge a letter in Jiang Zishi's handwriting, and mail it to government departments and newspaper reporters who were well beyond the reach of Bian Xiaolan and her cronies.
That crime alone would be enough to make Bian Xiaolan rot in prison, or even face a firing squad.
The name Jiang Yihua, even after more than twenty years, still represented an undefeated legend to her.
If he hadn't been so ill-fated, running into vicious robbers and dying young while escorting a transport, Jiang Yihua would surely have spent a lifetime continuing to write his own legend.
As the sun lost its scorching heat and the clouds on the horizon were draped in gold, dusk began to fall. Just then, Jiang Yihua rumbled up on the tractor, returning from the opposite direction of town.
