Friday, April 25, 2025

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 158 Part 2


    The gate was already locked, even Xiaohuang was inside. Since Guaizi had slipped out, neither Lu Gu nor Shen Xuanqing scolded him, letting him romp through the snow toward home.  

    They lagged behind, but as soon as Guaizi dashed through the front door, he suddenly erupted into loud, frantic barking.  

    Upon entering, they realized he was barking at Huang’er, backing away with his fluffy tail bristling in anger.  

    “What’s wrong?” Lu Gu was puzzled.  

    Shen Yan, shielding the puppy, said, “I’m not sure either. Guaizi rushed in like a whirlwind, saw Huang’er, froze, and started barking nonstop.”  

    “He snapped at Xiaohuang earlier too, probably didn’t expect another Huang’er here,” Shen Xuanqing said with a laugh.  

    So that was it. Lu Gu looked at the furious Guaizi and sighed helplessly, patting his head. If only they’d brought both puppies earlier, then Guaizi wouldn’t have had to throw two tantrums.  

    Wei Lanxiang and Ji Qiuyue were busy in the kitchen, so Lu Gu couldn’t linger to play with the dogs. Rolling up his sleeves, he washed his hands in the warm water and hurried to help.  

    Guaizi kept barking until Huang’er cowered in fear. Shen Yan had to carry the puppy inside before he finally quieted down.  

    The two new puppies had livened up the family. Though Guaizi, still sulking, was the exception. Everyone else was delighted.  

    His temper was something else. For two whole days, he wandered alone, ignoring everyone. Shen Xuanqing even told Lu Gu that if Guaizi went on a hunger strike, they shouldn’t indulge him, he’d eat when truly hungry.  

    But Guaizi didn’t skip a single meal. The slightest sound near his food bowl made his ears perk up, and he ate every bite. Only after two days did he finally start playing with the puppies again. Once familiar, he never sulked like this anymore.  

    The sun emerged, melting the snow. Every family echoed with dripping sounds, and the ground turned muddy and slippery.  

    Early in the morning, Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing went to Wangli Village. When they returned, the family had gained a new livestock - a mule tied up in the backyard, drawing everyone’s attention.  

    Shen Xuanqing had spent five taels on it. Delivering poultry and rabbits to the brothel and Yang Xian’s tavern in Jixing Town was impossible just by carrying them, it was dozens of li round-trip.  
[1 Li = 500 meters]

    Even if the brothel and tavern didn’t order much, they had to deliver today. If customers wanted meat and they couldn’t supply it, future business would suffer.  

    With the ground so muddy and money on hand, buying a draft animal was better than exhausting themselves.  

    “They say donkeys are stubborn, but mules are no better. Your uncle’s mule wouldn’t budge for women, even whipping it did nothing. They had to blindfold it every time to make it grind grain.” Wei Lanxiang said this, but her face still held a smile. This was their family's mule. They wouldn’t have to wait for the calf to grow up, now they had something to pull the cart for trips to town or Liangzhang Bridge.  

    Shen Yaoqing laughed. “Even the most stubborn mule knows who to test. On the way back, it didn’t act up once.”  

    All living creatures had sense, and mules were no exception. The newly bought mule was tall and sturdy, not as impressive as a horse, but in its prime and clearly strong. With Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing, both tall and broad-shouldered, leading it, the mule hadn’t dared to act up.  

    “Mother, give it some fodder and warm water. Brother and I will hitch the cart first.” Shen Xuanqing didn’t linger. Fenggu Town was manageable, but Jixing Town was far. They had deliveries to make today and couldn’t afford delays.  

    While the two men prepared the cart, Wei Lanxiang and Shen Yan fetched water and hay. The sun peeked through the clouds, warming the air slightly. Lu Gu rolled up his sleeves and headed to the chicken coop to catch the chickens and ducks.  

    Rabbits were easiest, just pluck them from their hutches. The chickens and ducks, flapping wildly, took more effort to catch.  

    Once everything was ready, the chickens, ducks, and rabbits were stuffed into bamboo cages on the cart. Lu Gu’s clothes were splattered with mud, his shoes caked in wet dirt - such was life in the countryside after rain or snow.  

    Shen Xuanqing laughed at his disheveled state. If the family hadn’t been around, he might’ve ruffled Lu Gu’s hair. How’d you manage to get so messy?

    “Wait for me to return. We’ll wash the clothes and shoes together, no need to do it twice.” He reminded before leaving.  

    “Alright.” Lu Gu nodded. Standing at the gate with the family, he watched the brothers lead the mule cart away. Guaizi tried to follow but was called back.  

    Wei Lanxiang reentered the courtyard, beaming. “This is wonderful, we finally have a mule.”  

    “Mm. Now Erqing and Brother can ride the cart too.” Lu Gu was equally pleased. He’d never ridden a mule cart before but had seen others drive them. Like horses, mules could pull carts at a trot.  

    But today, with the ground so muddy, a heavily laden cart risked getting stuck, they’d need to push occasionally. That was why no one rode along.  

    Huang’er and Xiaohuang wagged their tails, greeting them before following everyone inside, leaving tiny muddy paw prints. Lu Gu went to change clothes, shooing the dogs out.  

    Huang’er, the darker of the two, was bigger than Xiaohuang. Originally, they’d planned to name him Erhuang, but after that one night when Lu Gu had jokingly whispered “Erhuang and Erqing” to Shen Xuanqing, he never dared mention it again.  

    That night, Shen Xuanqing, incensed, had actually snapped at him. Before Lu Gu could laugh, his lower lip was seized, and Shen Xuanqing retaliated by biting him all over—hard. Begging for mercy only egged him on, and Lu Gu had barely slept that night.  

    But such bedroom matters weren’t for outsiders’ ears. They remained a secret between the two.  

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Taking a Desperate Risk  


"Not good!" Mu Xiaoran hadn't expected this boy's aura to be so terrifying. He immediately activated a barrier, but his face flushed red - proof of just how horrifying Mu Xiaolin's aura was.  


Mu Lichuan noticed that the energy surrounding Mu Xiaolin had darkened, completely enveloping Bai Ping's body. His eyes also glowed crimson as he muttered, "Die... die..."  


"Great-grandfather, is this reaction a sign of demonic possession?" Mu Lichuan felt strangely calm, without any trace of fear. Yet, judging by the expressions of his elders, the situation was extremely dire.  


Mu Xiaoran nodded, then shook his head. "It doesn't seem like demonic possession. It's more like... a dark energy hidden within him." That earlier surge of power had even frightened him, but now it seemed only to shield Mu Xiaolin rather than spread outward.  


If cultivators and demonic cultivators were of the same level, demonic cultivators were always stronger - after all, they fed on the spiritual energy, golden cores, or nascent souls of cultivators. Some low-level demonic cultivators even used flesh and blood to enhance their power.  


"Father, can you kill him?" Mu Xiwang asked grimly.  


Mu Xiaoran smiled bitterly. "No, I can only trap him and seal him with a barrier. We'll need the Mo family's help for this."  


"You'd better wake Bai Ping up. Only then might we suppress the demonic energy in Mu Xiaolin. Otherwise, if this continues, he'll become a bloodthirsty demon, endlessly devouring flesh. Once his will solidifies, it’ll be nearly impossible for cultivators to capture and subdue him." His voice trembled as he spoke.  


He had thought the Mu family had produced an ice-element genius, but who could have imagined that, right from the start, the boy would harbor inner demons? The sheer density of dark energy around him was unlike anything seen in a novice cultivator.  


Mu Changnian was also terrified by the situation. Staring at Bai Ping, who lay unconscious, he asked, "Grandfather, how do we wake her?" He couldn’t just walk over, doing so would mean certain death.  


"Take this talisman. Go to her and find a way to wake her up." Mu Xiaoran pulled out a charm from his robe and handed it to his grandson.  


Mu Changnian’s face twisted with hesitation. He was afraid of death, but given the circumstances, he couldn’t refuse.  


"Great-grandfather, let me try. I think I have a better chance." Mu Lichuan knew that "fortune favors the bold." If he succeeded, his status in the Mu family would rise. Besides, he believed Xiao Mo wouldn’t just let him die - otherwise, even his own vessel for possession would vanish.  

[富贵险中求 (fù guì xiǎn zhōng qiú): lit. fortune favors the bold; fig. high risks lead to high rewards.]  


At these words, Mu Changnian sighed in relief, while Mu Xiwang looked worried. "Lichuan, why are you getting involved in this?" This was his foolish son’s mess, he should be the one dealing with the consequences.  


"Grandfather, this is the Mu family’s affair. As a member of the Mu family, I should contribute." Mu Lichuan’s expression was solemn. "Father, as the family head, must stay safe. I should share his burden."  


"Good child." Mu Changnian’s face softened with approval.  


"You really should learn from your son." Mu Xiwang shot his son a disapproving look.  


Mu Lichuan then took the talisman and stepped out of the barrier, walking toward Mu Xiaolin. As soon as he entered the dark aura, it wrapped around him, but the talisman kept it at bay. Bai Ping also remained unharmed - proof that Mu Xiaolin still had some awareness left.  


"Aunt Bai, do you want to drag your son into hell?" Mu Lichuan leaned in and whispered softly.

Rebirth Married The Control group Fulang Chapter 136 Part 1

Chapter 136 Extra Ruili 1

    When Ruijin got married, the Zhang family hosted a grand and lively celebration. Many relatives from the Zhang clan came to congratulate them, along with numerous merchants and officials from the city. Luo Yan, who doted on his only grandson, also saw many of his former students and friends - those who had received his kindness, gather for the occasion. The festivities rivaled the excitement of when Ruijin passed the imperial exams and the family secured the salt monopoly.  

    The eaves of the house were adorned with ten-meter-long red silk, and the garden gates were lit with bright red lanterns. The neighboring Luo family did the same, so despite the wedding being held in the cold of winter, the Zhang and Luo residences were decorated so vibrantly that the sight warmed hearts from afar.  

    The union of these two families was not just matched doors and families, but also one of master-disciple bonds and mutual respect. Moreover, the newlyweds were green plums and bamboo horse, and every guest who came to toast the wedding praised it as a perfect match.  
[门当户对 (mén dāng hù duì): lit. matched doors and families; fig. a marriage between families of equal social status.]  
[青梅竹马 (qīng méi zhú mǎ): lit. green plums and bamboo horse; fig. childhood sweethearts.]  

    From early morning, the sound of firecrackers never ceased, with one round barely finishing before another started, sometimes even bursting simultaneously from both families.  

    Ruili, being part of the host family today, had always loved a lively scene. After dressing up early, he was pulled into the courtyard to assist his Little Dad in greeting guests. By the time the bridal procession arrived, he had already busied himself all morning - his mouth dry from talking, his feet sore from walking. Once the ceremony concluded and the newlyweds were escorted to the bridal chamber, he slipped in after them.  

    "Ruili, are you sure it’s alright for you to stay with me? Though I couldn’t see much under the veil earlier, the noise outside suggests many guests are here. Won’t you be scolded for not attending to them?" Luo Yuxing sat properly on the crimson wedding bed, having been coaxed by Ruili to remove his veil and set it aside. He glanced at Zhang Ruili, who was sprawled on the soft couch, legs stretched out as a maid massaged his feet and shoulders, and spoke gently.  

    Ruili sat up, handing the fruit plate in his arms to a servant. "My dear Yuxing, even the donkey at the village entrance deserves a break. I’ve been running around all morning, my back and legs are killing me."  

    Luo Yuxing’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly moved closer to Ruili. "When you get married in the future, I’ll help you like this too, alright?"  

    Ruili threw his head back and giggled. "Oh please, by then you’ll be my elder sister-in-law. If I marry, you’ll definitely have to fuss over me too." He then flopped into Luo Yuxing’s arms. "But now that you two are married, so many hearts in Siyang will be broken." Sniffing the faint fragrance, Ruili feigned sorrow.  

    Luo Yuxing pushed him upright. "You didn’t want me to marry your brother?"  

    "Nonsense." Ruili shook his head and sighed. "I’ve long known that my stubborn elder brother had you in his heart. They say once he sets his mind on someone or something, he never wavers. How could I stand in the way? Having you join our family makes me happy."  

    A smile touched Luo Yuxing’s lips. "When did he tell you that?"  

    "Ages ago." Ruili lay back on the couch, resting his head on his hands, then patted the space beside him, inviting Luo Yuxing to join him.  

    "My brother became quite amusing after his ‘iron tree bloomed.’ If he saw something nice at the City Temple, he’d buy it. When he went to the provincial capital for exams, he’d return with a cartload of goods. Every year, when our family’s trade caravan traveled south or north, if they went to Jiangnan, he’d insist Uncle and Second Uncle bring back rare Suzhou embroidery. If they went to Sichuan, it had to be famous tea or Shu brocade. If they went to Huizhou, ink treasures were a must."
[铁树开花 (tiě shù kāi huā): lit. iron tree blooms; fig. a rare or miraculous event.]    

    Luo Yuxing lay beside him, puzzled. "What’s wrong with that?"  

    "You must realize my brother never used to care about such things. When he came to propose, were you so dazed you didn’t even check the betrothal gifts?"  

    After returning from the capital, Ruijin had been busy hosting banquets before suddenly proposing. The matter was rushed, and Luo Yuxing, never one to crave wealth, had only briefly heard his grandfather mention incorporating the betrothal gifts into his dowry before focusing on his own affairs. He hadn’t paid much attention.  

    He and Ruijin weren’t particularly old, and by most standards, their marriage was early. Though both families had long known of their mutual affection and expected a wedding eventually, no one anticipated it would happen so soon - so soon that Luo Yuxing hadn’t even prepared his bridal attire.  

    Though his grandfather was reluctant to part with him, he reasoned that the marriage was inevitable. Moreover, Ruijin’s proposal came at the peak of his reputation, with both local and capital families eyeing him as a son-in-law. That he chose to propose at such a time was a blessing, so the grandfather agreed without hesitation.  

    The wedding was scheduled for winter to give Luo Yuxing time to prepare, but it couldn’t be delayed too long. If held near the New Year, many relatives and friends would be too busy to attend, and combining the celebrations would create chaos. Pushing it to the following spring was also impractical, as Ruijin would soon leave for his new post in another prefecture.  

    Though the assigned prefecture neighbored Siyang and wasn’t as far as north-to-south travel, the journey still required crossing several counties, taking over half a month. Add another month for settling in, and there’d be no time left for a wedding.  

    Thus, the best compromise was this month.  

    Ruili said, "All those things my brother hunted down became your betrothal gifts. Never mind their value, your family is well-off and lacks no luxuries. What’s truly rare is the thought, that he’s had you in mind for so long."  

    Luo Yuxing’s cheeks flushed. Exactly so, he didn’t care about wealth, only sincerity.  

    Ruili squeezed his hand. "Don’t worry. Though my brother usually appears reserved and distant, those who truly enter his heart are cherished deeply."  

    Luo Yuxing had grown up under Luo Yan’s protection. Though he lost his parents young, his grandfather’s doting love made up for it. His nature was somewhat tender, and now, marrying young - though to someone he admired, with the Zhang family having watched him grow and adoring him, Ruijin’s imminent departure for his post meant leaving his grandfather’s shelter. He couldn’t help but feel some unease.  

    But after hearing Ruili’s words, his heart felt lighter. 


[Many thanks to GisenyiDuverge, because she was the one who told me that the previous chapter wasn’t the last one. She was also the one who bought these chapters so we could read them together. 
Thank you...😊]

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 4 Part 2


After leaving the main road, they soon entered the village. This season, the villagers were still busy with the late autumn harvest. As the cart rolled in, the morning fog had completely lifted, clearing the view.  

But once on the village path, the donkey cart moved slowly, not because the road was narrow or steep (in fact, the village paths were wide and well-maintained, no worse than the main road), but because many villagers came to greet them.  

“Physician Huang, you’re here early today!”  

“That medicine you prescribed last time really worked. Just one dose, and my legs feel much better!”  

“Physician Huang, are you still buying wolfberries…?”  

The villagers’ warmth didn’t escape Huo Shu’s notice. Though he remained expressionless, no one dared to openly scrutinize him.  

Instead, after exchanging pleasantries with Huang Yinsheng, they’d straighten up and stare at Huo Shu’s retreating figure, watching until he was several zhang away before looking away.  
[1 Zhang approximately equal to 3.33 meters]

By the time they reached the Ji family’s home, the sun was already high.  

Huo Shu let the donkey cart enter the wide-open gate first, dismounting and waiting behind.  

He took a moment to observe the residence of Mingxun Village’s village head.  

The Ji family’s house followed the typical front-yard, back-house layout, but the courtyard walls were made of stone, which were far sturdier and more imposing than the usual wood or mud walls.  

Inside, the spacious farmyard had two large camphor trees standing tall on the west side, their trunks as thick as a grown man’s waist, clearly ancient.  

Under the trees, a rough hemp cloth canopy shaded a square table and stools, a perfect spot for resting in the shade.  

The east side, free of the trees’ shade, was bathed in autumn sunlight, ideal for drying grains, preserved vegetables, and herbs.  

Between the east and west ran a straight flagstone path leading to the house under its black-tiled roof.  

The southern houses were different from the northern courtyard homes. The Ji residence was a sky-well courtyard, similar to those in the city.  

The main entrance led to a central open-air space, surrounded by rooms on four sides (though not necessarily all four). Rainwater would cascade from the eaves into the courtyard, creating the “four waters returning to the hall” effect.  
[The four waters returning to the hall (四水归堂, sìshuǐ guī táng): a traditional Chinese architectural design where four inward-sloping roof eaves channel rainwater into a central courtyard, symbolizing wealth accumulation and family unity under Confucian ideals of harmony with nature.]

With the south’s frequent rains, this design was practical.  

But in the countryside, only prominent, well-off families could afford such houses, most couldn’t.  

Mingxun Village wasn’t small, and its people were lively.  

Riding through, Huo Shu had seen many farmhouses. Though he hadn’t entered any, few could match the Ji family’s in size or construction.  

But this was expected. Huang Yinsheng’s clinic in the expensive Tongzhou city was well-established, and the ger’s striking beauty suggested his mother was no ordinary woman either.  

Naturally, Huang Yinsheng wouldn’t have chosen a mediocre son-in-law.  

Tongzhou was known for its scholars and literati, its rules and customs far stricter than the north’s.  

To become village head here required a family of long-standing influence. Otherwise, one couldn’t rally the farmers below nor negotiate with officials above.  

“Father, you’re here.”  

A woman busy in the kitchen hurried out at the sound of cart wheels, calling out as she wiped her hands on her apron.  

Huang Manjing stepped up to the cart. “Where’s Xiao Taozi (小桃子, little peach)?”  


At her words, a head popped out from the cart. “Mother.”  

Huang Manjing took one look at Ji Taoyu, and her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? Did you catch a chill yesterday?”  

Her hand was already on his forehead.  

“He was at the clinic, how could he have gotten cold?”  

Hearing the voices, a middle-aged man emerged from the house. Ji Taoyu’s face bore some resemblance to his, no need to guess who this was.  

“Father-in-law, thank you for bringing him back.”  

Ji Yangzong greeted Huang Yinsheng first, but before he could check on Ji Taoyu, his sharp eyes landed on Huo Shu - tall, imposing, and grim-faced, standing behind the cart.  

He stepped forward, offering a polite bow before turning to Huang Yinsheng. “And this is…?”  

“He’s the ger’s savior. Manjing, go make tea and invite our guest to sit.”  

At this, Ji Yangzong and Huang Manjing tensed, exchanging a glance before she quickly ushered Ji Taoyu toward the kitchen.  

Though they didn’t know the full story yet, Huang Yinsheng’s words made Ji Yangzong treat Huo Shu with even greater respect, promptly inviting him inside.  

Huo Shu stayed quiet as Huang Yinsheng summarized the events for the couple.  

“We didn’t want you to worry, and sending word wouldn’t have been proper, so we brought him back today.”  

Huang Manjing’s heart raced. “How did he end up in the water? He’s usually not so careless!”  

“I never should’ve let him go to the city for the exam results. The autumn exams’ announcement draws huge crowds, it’s always chaotic.”  

Ji Yangzong slapped his thigh in regret. With the ger’s weak health, he couldn’t bear to imagine how he’d survived falling into the water.  

Ji Taoyu was their only child, if anything had happened, it would’ve been the end of them.  

After a few more agitated words, Ji Yangzong stood and pulled Huang Manjing into a deep bow toward Huo Shu.  

“Thank you for saving our son. We don’t know how to repay such kindness.”  

Huo Shu waved it off, repeating that it had been nothing.  

Seeing Huo Shu’s straightforward manner, Ji Yangzong skipped the formalities and turned to his wife.  

“Slaughter two fowls for lunch. I’ll fetch Danju to help you. We must treat Warrior Huo properly.”  

Though Huo Shu appreciated southern home cooking, he hadn’t forgotten his purpose. Now that he was here, the meal could wait, finding someone sooner would ease his mind.  

“I didn’t come for thanks. I have a request.”  

“Village Head, does your village have a man named Zhao Changsui, around twenty years old? Where is his family now?”

Thursday, April 24, 2025

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 4 Part 1

Chapter 4

The next day, Huo Shu woke up early as usual and opened half the window. A damp osmanthus fragrance drifted in with the wind.  

He leaned out to glance outside. The fog was thick, making it hard to see the scenery and objects in the yard clearly.  

The air had grown somewhat chilly by now, but having long adapted to the drastic temperature differences between day and night in the northern regions, this slight cold was nothing to him.  

After a simple breakfast, Huo Shu led his horse outside, where a hitched donkey cart was already waiting at the gate.  

A round little figure clung to the cart’s handle, stretching a short leg in an attempt to climb inside. After several strenuous tries, the person finally managed to scramble in, flushed and panting from the effort.  

Stubbornly refusing to fetch a small stool to help.  

Compared to last night, the person was now bundled up in even thicker layers, looking even rounder.  

A truly unique sight in autumn.  

Huo Shu rarely laughed, but he couldn’t help tilting his head and touching his tall, cold nose bridge.  

“Warrior Huo, let’s go.”  

Huang Yinsheng, who was at the front, checked the reins and turned to call out to Huo Shu.  

Huo Shu lowered his hand and gave a slight nod before mounting his horse.  

The autumn morning breeze blew gently, rustling the cart’s curtain and occasionally flipping it open.  

The Huang family’s donkey cart was old, patched up here and there, no longer as smooth as when it was first made.  

Curled up inside, Ji Taoyu had been feeling a bit feverish, but the wind quickly chilled him again. He reached out to hold down the curtain, trying to block the draft.  

As he leaned closer to the window, he caught sight of a round, sturdy horse’s rump through the half-open curtain. The long, sleek tail swung leisurely with each step.  

Ji Taoyu froze. Horses were a rare sight for him, most rural families used oxen, donkeys, or mules for farming, while purebred horses were reserved for the wealthy in the city.  

His health was poor, and even when he went to the city, he mostly stayed in the clinic helping his grandfather sort herbs. If he ever saw horses, it was always from a distance, never this close.  

This black horse was strong and handsome, undeniably beautiful. Its vitality felt almost tangible, making his heartbeat quicken.  

“Want to ride?”  

Hearing the voice, Ji Taoyu abruptly looked up. His savior sat straight-backed on the horse, those intimidating eyes now fixed on him.  

Ji Taoyu shrank his neck and quickly shook his head.  

He didn’t even dare ride the family’s donkey or ox. Once, as a child, his father had lifted him onto an ox’s back, and he’d cried in fear, earning a scolding from his mother. How could he possibly ride such a spirited horse?  

Huo Shu noticed the ger’s face, now mostly back to its normal color under the cloak, though his complexion was still poor - like a pear petal half-transparent from being soaked in rain.  

His wide, innocent eyes kept shaking his head, the triangular cloak making him look like a wriggling zongzi.  

Huo Shu said nothing, turning back to leisurely guide his horse, though the loosely held reins tightened slightly, slowing the black horse’s pace.  

The horse’s rump outside the curtain was suddenly replaced by an iron-strong waist. Seeing this, Ji Taoyu pursed his lips, first retracting his impolite gaze before silently lowering the curtain.  

Huo Shu glanced at the tightly closed curtain now separating them, his brow twitching imperceptibly.  

Ji Taoyu leaned back inside the cart, hugging a small pillow stuffed with fabric scraps, using his shoulder to pin down the fluttering curtain.  

The cart rocked gently, and he thought about dozing off again. The cold last night had given him a recurring low fever, and he hadn’t slept well, leaving Brother Huangqi to take care of him all night.  

He tried dozing left and right but couldn’t fall asleep.  

The cart was stuffy, and the longer he stayed inside, the more stifling it became. Eventually, he lifted the curtain again.  

Yet the man on horseback was still framed in the window.  

Recalling their encounter on the main road, Taoyu’s curiosity got the better of him. He murmured, “Are you from the north, Warrior?”  

Huo Shu was idly taking in the scenery of Tongzhou city amid the clamor of breakfast vendors when he heard a soft voice distinctly different from the coarse shouts around him.  

But he didn’t turn his head or glance sideways.  

“Mn.”  

Ji Taoyu’s eyes lifted in surprise, he hadn’t expected the man to hear his whisper amid the noise. But he really was stern.  

“Grandfather mentioned you’re looking for someone. Did you come south specifically for that?”  

“Never been to the south before. I thought I’d check it out.”  

“Tongzhou has plenty of food and entertainment. Once you find the person, you should take the chance to explore.”  

“Mn.”  

There it was again.  

Ji Taoyu blinked at the man, who still hadn’t turned his head. He wondered who this person was searching for, if it was someone from their village, he might know something.  

But the man didn’t seem keen on conversation, so Ji Taoyu decided not to pry.  

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the man might still be upset with him from yesterday.  

After a moment’s hesitation, he said softly, “My name is Ji Taoyu.”  

Huo Shu suddenly turned his head. Their eyes met, and Ji Taoyu’s breath hitched. He quickly hid his face behind the pillow and retreated into the cart.  

But this time he didn’t close the curtain.  

Huo Shu’s lips parted slightly, but noticing they had already left the city, the noise around them fading, he glanced at Huang Yinsheng driving the cart ahead and decided against speaking further.  

Donkey carts weren’t as fast as horses, but walking to Mingxun Village would take just over an hour, while the cart made it in less than half that time.  

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Signs of Demonic Possession

Upon hearing Mu Xiwang's words, Bai Ping's face instantly turned deathly pale. "Master, Xiaolin is your child, this was confirmed by DNA testing! How could Father-in-law say such things? Just because the Mu family never had geniuses before, does that mean we can't have one now?" Tears streamed down her face as if she had suffered unbearable humiliation.  

Mu Changnian was also in a foul mood. For his father to publicly cast doubt on his son in front of so many people. "Father, our family matters should be resolved internally. Right now, we need to settle the conflict between the Mu and Mo families." His words were a clear warning for his father to stay out of it.  

"Hmph! This matter has little to do with Lichuan. Don’t drag him into it. Even an old man like me, half-buried in the grave, wouldn’t stand for this," Mu Xiwang retorted coldly. What he despised most was people who dragged their own kin into trouble.  

The feud between Mu Xiaolin and Mo Shanshan was nothing more than an accident between juniors. Since the latter’s innocence had been ruined, the former should take responsibility, not act arrogantly just because he had a single spiritual root. The Mu family had stood among the three great clans for generations without relying on so-called geniuses.  

Mu Lichuan was surprised that, in this life, his grandfather was taking his side. In his past life, the old man had remained aloof, leaving everything to his father.  

Mo Xiangxiong nodded slightly. "Patriarch Mu, your family must show some sincerity."  

Mu Changnian knew that mishandling this situation would lead to future complications. "Very well. Xiaolin will marry Shanshan. The Mu family will ensure she is treated well, and we will cede one percent of Mu Corporation’s shares."  

Matters of the mortal world should be resolved with mortal methods.  

"Shanshan..." Mo Xiangxiong looked at his daughter, clearly signaling for her to accept.  

Mo Shanshan gave a slight nod. "Fine, but if Mu Xiaolin ever mistreats me, your family must punish him. Also, we’ll be engaged first, marriage will wait until we come of age."  

"Agreed." Mu Changnian inwardly sighed in relief.  

Mu Xiaolin wanted to protest, but under his mother’s warning gaze, he could only glare stubbornly at Mo Shanshan and the Mu family. None of this was his fault, yet he was being forced to bear all the consequences.  

Soon, the Mo family left. The Mu family’s internal affairs were none of their business. The engagement ceremony was set for a month later.  

"From now on, Xiaolin will study under me," Mu Xiaoran declared solemnly. The boy’s temperament was too stubborn, his thoughts too shadowed. Left unchecked, he could become a calamity for the Mu family.  

Bai Ping froze, then turned to her husband. Mu Changnian hesitated. "Grandfather, Xiaolin is still young. He hasn’t even mastered basic knowledge. Isn’t it too soon for him to—"  

"He can learn just as well by my side. Even without ice-element cultivation techniques, he can start by drawing in qi," Mu Xiaoran interrupted, his gaze piercing. "Indulgence has its limits."  

He had no interest in meddling in his descendants’ affairs, unless they threatened the Mu family’s future.  

"As you command, Grandfather." Mu Changnian bowed respectfully. Among the Mu elders, his grandfather held the highest authority.  

Mu Xiaolin seethed at the Mu family’s high-handedness. Glancing at Mu Lichuan, he said coldly, "If I’m to study, shouldn’t Elder Brother join me? Or is Great-Grandfather trying to isolate me?"  

Mu Lichuan smiled. "If Great-Grandfather is willing to teach me, I’d be honored." In truth, he had already mastered all mortal knowledge. His time was better spent elsewhere.  

"Lichuan, it’s not that I won’t teach you, it’s that I can’t," Mu Xiaoran admitted frankly. "Learn from the Mo family how to wield your Yin-Yang Eyes. As for qi absorption, I’ll guide you. Whether you become a cultivator depends on your destiny." His tone was gentle yet firm.  

"Understood, Great-Grandfather." Mu Lichuan bowed courteously. Once Xiao Mo awakened, his real training would begin. Falling behind Mu Xiaolin again was not an option, he refused to relive his past life’s tragedy.  

"I refuse!" Mu Xiaolin’s simmering resentment finally erupted.  

He was a genius! Why should Mu Lichuan enjoy the Mu family’s privileges while he suffered? Even his mother hadn’t been formally married into the family. This was blatant discrimination!  

"You refuse my guidance?" Mu Xiaoran frowned. Such ingratitude was unacceptable.  

Mu Xiaolin shook his head. "I’ll learn from you, but not if it means abandoning everything in the mortal world." With Earth’s sparse spiritual energy, qi absorption might take years. He wouldn’t live like an ascetic until then.  

"If you can draw in qi within three years, you won’t need seclusion," Mu Xiaoran conceded. The boy’s flaws couldn’t be fixed overnight. "But first, you’ll learn humility from Lichuan." His voice turned stern. "Fail in either, and you’ll be cast out."  

This was his final offer. He wouldn’t coddle a potential demonic cultivator.  

Mu Xiaolin’s face darkened. "First, the Mu family abandons me for years. Now, you threaten to discard me again?" His heart bled, the beast within him snarling, but he knew exile meant losing all protection.  

"The Mu family has no use for the incompetent," Mu Lichuan countered flatly. "Your heart festers with malice. If left unchecked, you’ll succumb to demonic possession, bringing ruin to us all."  

"Cultivation begins with the heart. If you can’t master your desires, you’ll become a demon - a scourge upon our family."  

Having witnessed demonic cultivators in his past life, he recognized the signs. Mu Xiaolin couldn’t be allowed to walk that path, but his father’s blind favoritism made intervention difficult.  

"Mu Lichuan!" Mu Changnian roared. "How dare you curse your own brother?" Guilt gnawed at him, had he not failed Bai Ping and Xiaolin, they wouldn’t have suffered in secrecy.  

Mu Lichuan blinked innocently. "Father, I’m only stating facts. Novels say excessive inner demons lead to demonic cultivation, feeding on others’ suffering to grow stronger. I don’t want that for Xiaolin. Right, Grandfather? Great-Grandfather?"  

This time, he had allies. His Yin-Yang Eyes, able to perceive ghosts, made him invaluable.  

"Lichuan isn’t wrong," Mu Xiwang said gravely. "Xiaolin must first purge the hatred in his heart. Otherwise, even successful qi absorption could lead to possession." A demonic cultivator would doom the entire planet.  

Bai Ping let out a shrill laugh. "You condemn my son as a demon before he even cultivates? The Mu family goes too far! Changnian, is this your so-called love?" Her heart burned with hatred.  

Mu Changnian wavered, torn between guilt and duty. "Father, Grandfather, how could you—"  

"The Mu family needs talent, but not at any cost," Mu Xiaoran cut in. "He claims he went to the cemetery to prove himself, yet was he not gathering yin energy? Or summoning ghosts?"  

Mu Xiaolin shuddered under his piercing gaze, as if his secrets had been laid bare. Defiant, he spat, "So what if I sought yin energy? On this planet, spiritual qi is scarce, but yin energy is plentiful! Should I wait centuries to die like the rest of you?"  

His face flushed crimson, his eyes glinting with a sinister red light.  

Mu Xiaoran’s expression hardened. "These are unmistakable signs of demonic possession! This boy cannot stay!" However painful it was to lose a genius, a demonic cultivator would bring catastrophe.  

"Guh—!" Bai Ping suddenly coughed up blood, the crimson spray drenching Mu Xiaolin.  

Enraged, Mu Xiaolin lost all reason. "Mu family... Murderers! You killed my mother—I'll destroy you all!"  

Black miasma erupted from his body.

Rebirth to Erase Dark History Chapter 53 Part 1

Chapter 53: So You Know Each Other

    “Have they all gone to rest?” Yang Jiabo asked.  

    “Yeah. I’ll have to trouble you these next few days. I hadn’t originally invited the Qin siblings or Zhang Yunwei, but when I mentioned it to Brother Ren, Zhang Yunwei happened to be there too. So I casually invited him, and then he brought Qin Ruiwen along. Who knew Qin Rong would tag along as well?” Wei Jing explained, not wanting Yang Jiabo to misunderstand.  

    “No wonder I kept feeling like your friends weren’t really a close group, they seize every chance to snipe at each other. But with Qin Rong’s personality, it’s hard not to snipe at her.” Yang Jiabo curled his lip, clearly not fond of Qin Rong either. The past few years had gone smoothly for him, and his temper had grown along with his comfort.  

    “They really aren’t part of our usual group. Chang Jin, Meng Fan, Xu Chen, and Brother Ren - their grandfathers were close friends with my family’s old man. We’ve known each other since childhood. Even though we’re different ages, we get together every year and have a good relationship. Tang Yu is Xu Chen’s cousin. Chang Jin has liked her since they were kids, but Tang Yu’s always been carefree and just sees him as a younger brother. This time, Chang Jin specifically asked me to invite Tang Yu so he could have a chance. He’s afraid if he doesn’t make a move soon, someone else will sweep her away.” Wei Jing carefully explained their relationships to Yang Jiabo.  

    “What about Zhang Yunwei?” Yang Jiabo asked curiously.  

    “Zhang Yunwei is a relative of Brother Ren’s family. They asked Brother Ren to look after him. Brother Ren thinks he’s pretty capable, so he keeps him around to train him. They get along well enough. He and Qin Ruiwen are classmates and are quite close.”  

    “Then how do you know Qin Ruiwen?” Yang Jiabo found their connections baffling.  

    “You could say we grew up in the same compound. Qin Ruiwen’s father was a subordinate of Brother Ren’s grandfather. After his first wife passed away, he married Qin Ruiwen’s mother, and Qin Ruiwen was born less than a year later. So everyone spread rumors that Qin Ruiwen’s mother was the other woman who schemed her way into the marriage and drove the first wife to her death. Who knows the truth? But well-disciplined kids all distanced themselves from the Qin siblings, intentionally or not. Because of that, both of them grew up with strong personalities - inferiority around those from better families, arrogance toward those beneath them. Though, to be fair, those from better backgrounds tend to be a bit proud themselves, so no one really minds. I haven’t spent much time with them, so I don’t know them well, but they usually conduct themselves decently.”  

    “Tsk, so they’re finding a sense of superiority in me and getting a little carried away, huh?” Yang Jiabo thought to himself, so they’re fellow sufferers.

    “You could say that. Anyway, we’re not close, so don’t worry too much about it.” Wei Jing was concerned Yang Jiabo might feel slighted.  

    “Got it. They’re just self-important hangers-on. I won’t pay them any mind.”  

    “What are you preparing for dinner? Please don’t tell me it’s bug skewers again.” Wei Jing was genuinely worried Yang Jiabo might do something like that. When Yang Jiabo was in a mischievous mood, even Yang Jianjun wasn’t safe from his pranks.  

    “No, aside from what I saved for my dad and Yang Qing, we finished everything at lunch. Did you think bugs are easy to find?”  

    “Aren’t they? Bee larvae and water dragonflies were prepared in advance, but the grasshoppers, you had someone catch those for you last-minute, right?” Wei Jing had seen right through his little scheme.  

    Yang Jiabo felt a little embarrassed, but since it was already done and the chef’s seasoning had been good, hadn’t everyone eaten them? He regained his confidence. “It’s not like they tasted bad. Don’t worry, no bugs tonight.”  

    “Then tell me what you are planning. I have a feeling you’re still up to something.” Wei Jing eyed him suspiciously.  

    “I had Chef Wang marinate chicken, pork belly, and fish. We also have beef, liver, duck tongue…” Yang Jiabo listed a whole array of ingredients before hesitantly adding, “Oh, and I had someone prepare snake. It’s really good stuff.”  

    “I knew it.” Wei Jing facepalmed.  

    “Crispy snake is seriously delicious,” Yang Jiabo insisted.  

    “You’re really hung up on crispy snake, huh?”  

    “It left a deep impression.” Yang Jiabo sighed dramatically.  

    “Fine, do whatever makes you happy.” Wei Jing decided it wasn’t worth interfering over such a small prank.  

    Yang Jianjun, who had just returned from the orchard, spotted the two and asked, “Jiajia, I heard Wei Jing’s friends have arrived?”  

    “Yeah, they just had lunch and went to rest,” Yang Jiabo replied.  

    “Make sure to host them well,” Yang Jianjun instructed.  

    “I know.”  

    Yang Jiabo set out a meal for Yang Jianjun, who ate his fill before heading back up the mountain. Last year, Yang Jiabo had built a two-story house by the spring, and Yang Jianjun now spent most of his time there. He truly loved raising poultry and small animals. Even the family’s dogs and cats had been relocated to the mountain.  

    When Ren Boying and the others woke from their nap, Wei Jing took them out to row boats and fish. Yang Jiabo had to check on the restaurant, so he didn’t join them. But when he arrived, he saw Qin Rong clinging to Wei Jing’s arm, chatting enthusiastically.

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 158 Part 1

Chapter 158

    Guaizi, sulking in the corner with his back turned, refused to look back, only his tail twitched occasionally. Lu Gu’s smile never faded, his eyes crinkling as he coaxed in a childlike tone, “Why are you so angry?”  

    Beside him, Shen Xuanqing was also laughing. “Quite the temper on this one.”  

    Seeing Lu Gu set down the clay pot to boil water, Shen Xuanqing bent to add another piece of firewood to the clay stove. Xiaohuang yipped and bounced toward him, his little tail wagging cheerfully, completely oblivious to Guaizi’s sulking on the other side.  

    “Guaizi.” Lu Gu called again.  

    The usually clingy Guaizi still ignored him.  

    Still smiling, Lu Gu set down his needlework, walked to the corner, and crouched to gently pat Guaizi’s sturdy back. His voice was light with amusement. “Are you mad? Xiaohuang is much smaller than you, why did you snap at him earlier?”  

    “Woof.” Guaizi shifted slightly, sneaking a glance at Lu Gu with a crafty little look in his eyes.  

    Lu Gu stroked his back soothingly and, seeing that look, couldn’t help but laugh. Softly, he coaxed, “Our Guaizi is the best, the strongest. You’re bigger than Xiaohuang, you’re the elder brother, right?”  

    He wasn’t sure if Guaizi understood, but the words came naturally. A little petting and coaxing was better than letting him sulk alone in the corner.  

    “You’re Big Brother Guaizi now. You can’t be mean to the little ones, they’re both our family’s puppies.” Lu Gu ruffled his head and kept murmuring reassurances until, finally, Guaizi shifted his hindquarters and turned around, burying his head into Lu Gu’s chest with a whining nuzzle.  

    Shen Xuanqing sat by the fire, warming his hands and drying his snow-dampened clothes. Watching this, he chuckled. “Eats so much, yet ended up with such a delicate temper. We’ve spoiled him.”  

    “He’s only a year old,” Lu Gu said quietly, still rubbing Guaizi’s head. At that age, wasn’t he just like a child? And it wasn’t spoiling, in the dead of winter, if Guaizi didn’t stay plump and sturdy, he’d be shivering from the cold.  

    Gradually cheered by the attention, Guaizi jumped up, planting his front paws on Lu Gu’s legs. Lu Gu had no choice but to gather him into his arms, patting his back and continuing to soothe him. “Our Guaizi is the best, he eats well and hunts so skillfully.”  

    Crouching like this while holding a not-so-small dog soon grew tiring. Once Guaizi was properly comforted, Lu Gu set him down.  

    Wagging his tail, Guaizi followed Lu Gu to the fire and squeezed in beside Dahui to warm up. No longer a tiny pup, his solid frame nudged Dahui aside.  

    “You’re wet?” Lu Gu only now noticed the damp patches on Shen Xuanqing’s shoulders and clothes.  

    “Yeah, the snow’s heavy, who knows how long it’ll last.” Shen Xuanqing stretched his hands toward the fire, withdrawing them once warm to rub them together. Xiaohuang was at his feet, and when Guaizi noticed, he trotted over to nudge Shen Xuanqing’s leg with his head, ducking down as if asking for pets.  

    “This little rascal, even stealing affection.” Shen Xuanqing teased but didn’t hold back, ruffling the furry head a few times before playfully pinching Guaizi’s ears, just like Lu Gu did.  

    Round little Xiaohuang, still shorter than Guaizi’s legs, let out a few puppyish yips, wagging his tail in hopes of playing.  

    But Guaizi turned away, ignoring him entirely. As long as he wasn’t being aggressive, Lu Gu and Shen Xuanqing didn’t interfere, letting the two sort it out themselves.  

    Much later, after finishing an embroidered handkerchief, Lu Gu looked up to see Guaizi straightening his front legs and sticking his rear out before suddenly pouncing playfully. Xiaohuang yipped and wagged his tail, darting around Guaizi, they’d finally started playing together.  

    For some reason, Lu Gu felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. Guaizi really had grown up. Then again, thinking back, aside from being a bit mischievous, Guaizi had always been well-behaved. He’d never bitten anyone, not even the chicks or ducklings he played with as a pup.  

    By now, Lu Gu had packed away his sewing basket, and Shen Xuanqing took down the straw raincoat and hat hanging on the wall. Once dressed, the two headed to the backyard to tend to the livestock without waiting for Wei Lanxiang and Shen Yaoqing.  

    Snowflakes drifted down, painting the world white. The water in the large clay pot had long boiled, and Shen Xuanqing carried bucket after bucket of hot water - first for the rabbits, chickens, and ducks, then for the calf and four goats.  

    While working, they heard barking from the front - Wei Lanxiang and Shen Yaoqing had arrived.  

    By the time they finished, the snowfall had lightened.  

    Lu Gu carried a basket of eggs into the main room. Removing his hat, he glanced at the two eggs inside and smiled faintly.  

    The chicken coop was lined with dry grass and straw. Earlier, while rummaging through it, he’d found these two eggs. In winter, hens laid fewer eggs due to the cold, but they kept many chickens, and the warm bedding helped. Some days, between the hens and ducks, they could collect four or five eggs.  

    He carefully placed the eggs in the storage basket. In winter, these eggs were precious. Nowadays, he ate one every two days. After saving up a few, he could fry a plate for Shen Xuanqing. The rest could either be sold to the brothel or, on clear days, hawked in town for a slightly higher price. Selling to the brothel fetched less but saved the trouble of walking around.  

    The snow had mostly stopped, but it was already afternoon, and the light was dim.  

    As usual, Shen Yaoqing and Wei Lanxiang left first. When it was nearly mealtime, Lu Gu finally got up, and he and Shen Xuanqing locked the courtyard gate.  

    Guaizi, seizing the moment before the gate fully closed, squeezed through the gap. Perhaps afraid Shen Xuanqing would leave him behind, he dashed ahead toward the village, stopping a short distance away to bark at them as if urging them to hurry.

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Young Master Mu Doesn’t Pick Up Trash

The final outcome, naturally, was that Mo Shanshan failed in her suicide attempt. With so many cultivators present, even dying required the right circumstances.  

"Shanshan, your temper is too volatile," Mo Xiao chided with a frown.  

Tears streaked Mo Shanshan’s face. "Great-Grandfather, I’m only speaking the truth. What kind of brothers are they? One ruins my innocence, the other would rather die than have me. What’s the point of living? Just let me die!"  

"Shanshan, you were in the wrong from the start. How could you be so willful?" Mo Xiao’s tone grew sharper. If not for her ill intentions, things wouldn’t have escalated like this.  

Mu Xiaoran looked at the two brothers. "This mess is yours to clean up. One of you must marry Mo Shanshan." This was no longer a discussion, it was an order.  

At these words, Mu Lichuan’s expression turned even more mocking. "Great-Grandfather, as much as I’d like to take responsibility, since Miss Mo intended to harm me, it’s clear she has no desire to marry me. As for my younger brother, he caused this, albeit unintentionally. Shouldn’t he bear the consequences?"  

In his past life, these two treacherous lovers had ended up together. This life would be no different.  

Mu Xiaolin shot Mu Lichuan a venomous glare. He knew his so-called elder brother would never shoulder this burden, especially since he wasn’t an ordinary man either.  

"Great-Grandfather, I’m not an ordinary person. Marrying her wouldn’t help her, it’d harm her," Mu Xiaolin argued, adopting a pitiful tone to sway the situation in his favor.  

Mo Xiao’s impression of Mu Xiaolin was poor. Regardless of whether he was a rare single-rooted genius, his character was deeply flawed, shirking responsibility and even trying to pin everything on the Mu family’s eldest son.  

"So, Second Young Master’s suggestion is…?" Mo Xiangxiong also had no desire to marry his daughter to such a man. But what choice did they have? Let Mu Xiaolin walk away unscathed?  

"She can become my concubine, or I can swear a heart demon oath to fulfill one request for the Mo family in the future. Alternatively, if you prefer my elder brother, you can marry her to him." Mu Xiaolin still refused to let Mu Lichuan off the hook. 
[心魔誓 (xīnmó shì): lit. heart demon oath; fig. an unbreakable vow tied to one’s cultivation, with severe consequences if broken] 

In his eyes, his trip to the cemetery was entirely Mu Lichuan’s fault. Without him, none of this would have happened.  

Mu Lichuan’s smile remained faint, but those who knew him could see it had cooled further. The Mu family would have the final say.  

Mu Changnian nodded in agreement. "How about this: let Xiaolin swear the heart demon oath, and Shanshan can marry Lichuan."  

"Nonsense!" Before anyone else could speak, Mu Xiwang bellowed, "Since when does Lichuan pick up trash?" Realizing his bluntness, he amended, "Besides, a heart demon oath from Mu Xiaolin? He may be talented, but who knows when he’ll even step onto the path of cultivation? The oath is worthless!"  

He favored his eldest grandson. As for Mu Xiaolin, someone with no discipline or principles. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.  

Bai Ping’s tears flowed freely. "Father, Xiaolin is also your grandson. How can you slander him like this?"  

"Grandson? Who can verify that? Our Mu family has never produced a single-rooted genius, let alone an ice variant," Mu Xiwang retorted coldly. He could sense the sinister aura radiating from Mu Xiaolin. Such a person couldn't be kept, he’d bring disaster to the Mu family.  

If this boy had any integrity, he wouldn’t dabble in crooked methods. Only demonic cultivators scoured cemeteries for dark energies. The Mu family practiced orthodox cultivation.

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 3 Part 2

By now, smoke was already rising from the kitchen stove in the backyard, dinner was being prepared.  

Evening was when families gathered, making it the most substantial meal of the day. With the clinic closed, there was finally time to cook properly.  

"Brother Huang Qi, I really want to eat Dong’anzi chicken."  
[Dong’anzi chicken (东安子鸡): A Hunanese dish made with vinegar, chili, and ginger, known for its spicy and sour flavor]

"You’re too weak right now for something so spicy. I’ve made you porridge, you can have it when you’re better."  

"I don’t often stay overnight at Grandfather’s. When will I get another chance?"  

Just as Huo Shu reached his room, he heard voices from the kitchen, it sounded like the young ger.  

He slowed his steps and moved closer.  

The kitchen was steamy, the fire roaring.  

The apprentice who had delivered the meal earlier was chopping vegetables, while a small, bundled figure sat on a low stool by the stove.  

A hooded cloak covered his head, hiding his face, leaving only a pair of pale hands visible, elbows on knees as he warmed them by the fire.  

"If you come next time, I’ll cook for you at noon too."  

"But the clinic is too busy during the day to cook."  

"My dear ger, if I gave you Dong’anzi chicken today, Physician Huang would chase me out!"  

It wasn’t as warm after sunset, but it wasn’t cold enough to need a fire.  

Huo Shu raised an eyebrow. The ger must have been seriously ill, yet his appetite seemed fine, even pestering for spicy chicken.  

Without disturbing them, he turned back to his room.  

Huo Shu packed his belongings, planning to leave early the next morning.  

As he haphazardly stuffed his clothes into his bag, there was a knock at the door.  

He frowned slightly, stood, and opened it. At first glance, no one was there.  

Lowering his gaze, he saw a small figure wrapped in a furry cloak.  

"Here, your cloak. Returning it."  

The neatly folded cloak was held out to him. Huo Shu remained silent, looking down at the ger who kept his head bowed shyly.  

When Huo Shu didn’t take it, the ger lifted it slightly higher.  

Noticing a small box, about half the size of a palm, placed atop the cloak, Huo Shu asked, "What’s this?"  

"Thank you for saving me today and bringing me back. As a mere ger, I’ve no way to repay you. These are some homemade ointments and liniments for bruises and injuries, a small token of gratitude for your kindness."  

Raised with strict etiquette, he knew he shouldn’t interact with unfamiliar men. But out of courtesy, he felt he should personally thank the man who had saved him.  

So when he heard Huo Shu was still staying in the courtyard, he dragged himself out of bed, tidied up the cloak, and waited for his return.  

"I hope you won’t find it unworthy."  

Huo Shu looked down at the ger, who wore a windproof vest over his autumn clothes and a fur-lined winter cloak.  

He was completely bundled up, only his small face visible, as if it were deep winter.  

His cheeks were still flushed from the fever, his whole body radiating warmth.  

His voice, too, was hoarser than before, no longer clear.  

The soft white bun had turned into a steamed peach.  

"Physician Huang already thanked me. You needn’t go further."  

Huo Shu took the cloak, and the box as well.  

He could use the ointments, so the gesture was thoughtful.  

Almost reflexively, he asked, though it sounded more like small talk than concern:  

"Are you alright?"  

Ji Taoyu sensed an air of indifference from the man, as if others’ well-being meant nothing to him. That he had saved him and even asked such a question was surprising enough.  

He answered earnestly, "I had a fever earlier, but after medicine and rest, I’m much better."  

Huo Shu could tell he was still unwell, the he imagined how bad it had been earlier.  

Seeing him suffer stirred a faint regret in Huo Shu. If he’d known the ger was frail, he would’ve pulled him from the water immediately.  

When Huo Shu didn’t respond, Taoyu tightened his cloak and said softly, "I won’t disturb you further."  

He turned to leave, but just as he reached the doorway, a voice stopped him.  

"Wait, what’s your name?"  

Ji Taoyu paused. He hesitated, about to answer, then remembered You Erlang.  

He hadn’t seen the exam results and had nearly drowned. In such a state, whether You Erlang had passed or not, it was improper to visit now to congratulate or console him.  

But when his fever broke and his mind cleared, Huang Qi had told him - You Erlang had not only passed but ranked well. Though still unwell, JivTaoyu had been secretly delighted.  

His engagement to You Erlang was no secret. Since childhood, his parents had hinted at it, and You Erlang had treated him kindly, occasionally gifting him books or trinkets. They weren’t deeply in love, but both understood the arrangement.  

Now that they were of marriageable age, and with his father planning to formalize the engagement if You Erlang passed, Ji Taoyu knew scholars valued propriety. Being rescued from the water by a stranger was already scandalous, revealing his name would only complicate things.  

Ji Taoyu turned back politely but kept his head down. "A ger’s name is insignificant, hardly worth mentioning. It’s your honorable name that should be known."  

Huo Shu stood at the door, silently studying Ji Taoyu. Frail as he looked, yet he had a sharp tongue.  

Without another word, Huo Shu turned and went back inside.  

The door shut with a snap.  

Ji Taoyu blinked at the closed door.  

Is… Is he angry?  

He twisted his sleeve. What should I do now?