My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 5 Part 3

“You’re here again!”  

The men ignored her. Seeing her tear-streaked face, one smirked. “Oh, crying already? Did the village head come about the tax? If you can’t pay, you’ll have even more to cry about soon.”  

The man with bulging eyes said, “Just sell us those three acres east of the village like we said. That’ll cover your debts and the tax.”  

Zhao’s mother clenched her teeth. “Those three acres face the sun, they yield at least two dan of grain per mu every year! They’re prime land! You think I’ll sell them for ten taels? Never! My husband cleared that land himself when he was healthy. I won’t sell!”  

[1 dan approximately equal to 100 liters; 1 mu approximately equal to 667 square meters]

“Oh, you won’t?”  

The bulging-eyed man sneered and kicked over a basket nearby. “What does a widow like you need so much land for? You won’t need it for your grave!”  

His companion, taking the cue, picked up a low stool and hurled it.  

Zhao’s mother screamed and ducked. The stool flew toward the main door, but instead of hitting it, a hand intercepted it midair.  

The two men froze as a tall figure emerged from the house. They had to crane their necks to meet his cold, murderous gaze.  

Instinctively, they stilled, even holding their breath.  

The man said nothing, simply walking toward them.  

The overwhelming pressure made the two exchange uneasy glances.  

The bulging-eyed man retreated a step. “Oh, you have a guest? You should’ve said so. We’ll come back another time.”  

He turned to leave.  

But before he could take a step, a hand clamped around the back of his neck, lifting him off the ground.  

“Did I say you could leave?”  

The man dangled helplessly, unable to see the expression of the person behind him. But the icy tone sent chills down his spine.  

As someone who often picked fights, he knew the quieter the threat, the deadlier.  

Panicking, he flailed his legs, but the grip only tightened, as if his skull might be crushed.  

Terrified, he begged, “Misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Brother, spare me!”  

Huo Shu remained silent, unmoved by the pleas.  

Seeing the man’s neck locked in place, Zhao’s mother knew Huo Shu - a veteran who had killed countless times could easily snap it without thinking.  

Though these troublemakers deserved death, she couldn’t let Huo Shu bear the consequences.  

She hurried forward. “Huo Shu, just drive them away.”  

The moment she spoke, a dull thud sounded as Huo Shu released the man, dropping him like the stool he had thrown.  

The bulging-eyed man, shaken to the core, scrambled to escape, but a foot pinned his neck to the ground.  

“You want to buy land?”  

Lying on his side, the man didn’t dare move. Forced to meet those merciless eyes, he stammered, “N-no! We won’t come bother her again!”  

Huo Shu’s voice was flat. “If I see you here again, your head will leave your neck.”  

“Y-yes, yes!”  

The man nearly wept, the pressure on his throat making it clear this was no idle threat.  

Huo Shu didn’t lift his foot. Instead, he glanced at the broken fence gate.  

The man quickly added, “I’ll fix it right now!”  

His companion, trembling, picked up the stool he had thrown. “I-I’ll bring a new stool and basket soon!”  

Huo Shu said nothing, turning to Zhao’s mother. “Auntie, is this acceptable?”  

Zhao’s mother nodded hastily. “Yes, yes.”  

Only then did Huo Shu lift his foot. The man scrambled up and rushed to fix the gate.  

The two scurried around, repairing the damage while stealing fearful glances at Huo Shu. After profusely apologizing to Zhao’s mother and bowing repeatedly to Huo Shu, they fled like rats.  

“Who were they?”  

Zhao’s mother said, “Local thugs. They prey on struggling families, pressuring them to sell land cheaply so they can resell it for profit.”  

“They’ve had their eyes on us for years. If we refuse to sell, they harass us.”  

“The village head doesn’t stop them?”  

“He tries. But they’re slippery, intimidating the weak but playing innocent when confronted. It’s hard to control them.”  

Then she added, “But after today, they won’t dare come back.”  

Huo Shu said, “If they do, they won’t leave intact.”  

Zhao’s mother stiffened slightly. Though grateful for his help, as a simple farmer, the mention of violence unsettled her. She couldn’t help but shudder at the aura of a battlefield veteran.  

“It’s over. Let’s go back inside.”  

Back in the house, Zhao’s mother hugged the knee pads again.  

Huo Shu took out a large pouch from his bag and pushed it toward her. “I hadn’t yet given you these.”  

Zhao’s mother opened it and gasped - inside were gleaming silver ingots.  

“Changsui saved this money. He always said he wanted to take care of his parents after returning home, to let them enjoy their later years after a lifetime of hardship.”  

“He’d saved even more, but over the years, he sent what he could back. Some never made it.”  

Zhao’s mother cradled the pouch, her sorrow deepening.  

“Life in the army was hard, yet he still thought of home. His father was unlucky, he never lived to see his filial son.”  

Wiping her red, sore eyes—years of crying had left them sensitive, she forced back her grief.  

“Child, thank you for looking after Changsui all these years, and for bringing his things back from the north. I don’t know how to repay you.”  

The court provided compensation to families of fallen soldiers, but corruption siphoned off most of it. Without trustworthy comrades, few belongings ever made it home.  

Seeing the substantial sum - over a hundred taels, Zhao’s mother realized Huo Shu was a man of integrity, cold-faced but warm-hearted. Her initial fear of him faded.  

Huo Shu said, “We fought side by side for years, brothers in all but blood. If I had died, he would’ve done the same for me. There’s no need for thanks.”  

Zhao’s mother sniffled. “Good, good…”  

“You must be tired from your journey. Rest in Changsui’s room. I’ll prepare a meal for you.”  

Huo Shu meant to decline, but her next words stopped him:  

“I’ll make some of Changsui’s favorite dishes. See if you like them. My cooking isn’t the best, but the village often asks me to help with banquet preparations.”  

Watching her busy herself, Huo Shu wondered, if his own parents were alive, would they have joyfully cooked a feast for his return?  

Perhaps not.  

So he’d take this meal in Changsui’s stead.

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 5 Part 2

The Zhao family had suffered many misfortunes. Years ago, Zhao’s father, a traveling peddler, had his legs broken by local bullies, leaving the family without income and burdened with medical expenses.  

The family struggled, supported solely by Zhao’s mother. Just as their son grew old enough to share the load, the northern war intensified, and the conscription expanded. With no money to buy their son’s exemption, he was sent to the front lines.  

The son never returned. Two years ago, Zhao’s father also passed away. With her son missing and no news, Zhao’s mother grieved daily while barely scraping by.  

Though only in her forties, she looked like a woman in her fifties, her hair already streaked with white beneath her headscarf. It was a heartbreaking sight.  

Huang Manqing supported Zhao’s mother. “Yuan niangzi, don’t be afraid. This is Changsui’s comrade. He’s traveled all the way from the north to see you.”  

She carefully explained their purpose and introduced Huo Shu.  

Though she hadn’t mentioned Changsui’s fate, tears welled up in Zhao’s mother’s eyes the moment she heard Huo Shu’s identity.  

Before Huo Shu could speak, she asked directly, “Changsui… is gone, isn’t he?”  

Huo Shu’s brow furrowed. Zhao’s mother looked far older than he had imagined, making it even harder to say that Changsui had died in battle.  

Instead, he reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of knee pads, handing them to her.  

Zhao’s mother hesitated before taking them. Her fingers traced the dense, sturdy stitching.  

Suddenly, she grew agitated. “These are Changsui’s! They’re Changsui’s!”  

The edges of the knee pads were slightly curled from long use.  

“I made these for him before he left for the army. I was worried the northern border would be cold, and his knees would suffer in old age.”  

Zhao’s mother smiled through her tears, her voice already choked with sobs.  

Huo Shu pressed his lips together. Years ago, in the army, Changsui had told him these exact words.  

“Yuan niangzi, please accept our condolences.”  

Ji Yangzong sighed deeply. As the village head, he was well aware of the Zhao family’s hardships.  

News from the magistrate's office had been circulating since June, though the northern war hadn’t affected the south directly, its end brought peace to the land, filling people with joy.  

As soldiers gradually returned home, he had kept an eye out, hoping those from the village would reunite with their families.  

But many who left never came back.  

Even outsiders found the news heartbreaking, let alone a mother.  

“Yes, your health is what matters most, Yuan niangzi. Don’t let grief consume you.”  

“I’ll endure. Truthfully, after so long without news, I’d already prepared myself. These past two years, I’ve often dreamed of him coming home.”  

Zhao’s mother bowed deeply to Ji Yangzong and his wife. “Thank you, Village Head and Huang niangzi, for your concern. With autumn affairs so busy, I won’t keep you any longer. I’d like to speak privately with Changsui’s comrade.”  

Huang Manqing and Ji Yangzong exchanged glances. This was for the best. After offering a few more words of comfort, they took their leave.  

Once they were gone, Zhao’s mother invited Huo Shu inside.  

“Changsui’s been gone for so many years. Why didn’t he ever send a letter? Even if I can’t read, I could’ve asked the village teacher to read it for me.”  

Zhao’s mother poured Huo Shu a bowl of tea, still clutching the knee pads tightly.  

“He did write, and sent things.”  

Huo Shu said, “But the army doesn’t allow casual correspondence. Chances to send letters home were rare. And with the distance between north and south, some messengers may not have delivered them.”  

Zhao’s mother wiped her eyes. “He must have suffered terribly.”  

Though her own life had been hard, the thought of her son on the battlefield pained her even more.  

She studied Huo Shu’s tall, imposing figure, searching for some trace of her son. But the two were nothing alike. Her son had been cheerful, while this man before her had a fierce, unapproachable air.  

Yet the fact that Huo Shu had traveled so far to deliver these belongings and messages proved their bond had been deep. Even if she couldn’t see her son again, meeting someone who had shared those years with him brought some comfort.  

“The northern frontier… I can’t imagine how Changsui endured all these years.”  

Life in the army was harsh. Conscripts, especially those from poor families, were often bullied and sent to the front lines first.  

Huo Shu watched Zhao’s mother’s white-streaked hair. If she had broken down wailing, he might have felt better. But her silent tears, held back, twisted his heart even more.  

Though years in the army had made him taciturn, thinking of his friendship with Changsui, he spoke more than usual, hoping to console her.  

“Changsui and I enlisted in the northern army the same year.”  

Ten years ago, Huo Shu had just turned fifteen. Born in a small northern village, his family had been poor.  

The northern frontier was vast, but barren, plagued by sandstorms and constant warfare.  

Conscription there was brutal, most men never returned.  

After his parents died, Huo Shu could no longer avoid the draft and joined the army.  

That same year, southern conscripts were sent north. Huo Shu and Zhao Changsui ended up under the same commander.  

Both were young recruits, often bullied by veterans - starved, beaten, and punished.  

In that harsh environment, they formed a bond, sharing what little food they had and teaming up against their tormentors.  

After two years, war broke out at the border, and they saw battle together.  

From trembling at the sight of blood to killing without flinching.  

They rose from lowly recruits to seasoned soldiers, then squad leaders, and eventually centurions…  

Huo Shu spoke little, but on sleepless nights, Zhao Changsui would talk endlessly about Jiangnan’s food, drinks, and beautiful women…  

They had promised each other that once the war ended, they would visit Jiangnan together.  

“But two years ago, at the Battle of Sand Hill, he was gravely wounded. Medical supplies were scarce, and he didn’t make it.”  

At this point, Huo Shu’s stoic expression cracked, his steady voice faltering slightly.  

Zhao’s mother listened, her heart aching with every word. Just as her tears were about to fall, a loud thud came from the yard - something had been kicked over.  

Zhao’s mother's face paled instantly.  

“Old woman, have you made up your mind yet? The autumn tax is due in October. If you don’t pay, how will you survive next year?”  

Zhao’s mother rushed outside to find her fence gate knocked to the ground. Two burly men strode in, stepping over the fallen gate. 

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 96 Part 1

Chapter 96  

    The day after the wedding night always leaves one somewhat exhausted.  

    Jiang Lin suspected that Wei Yunzhao might have abstained for too long before. After all, he was already in his twenties. Having tasted intimacy for the first time, he wanted his fill, and so, just as Jiang Lin had once praised him, he was exceptionally vigorous.  

    The number of positions they tried was beside the point; the main issue was that Jiang Lin nearly couldn’t get out of bed the next day.  

    He considered himself strong and healthy, usually capable of taking on ten men at once without issue. How could he almost be rendered immobile after a night of - well, he hadn’t kept count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… or however many rounds of bedroom activities? Especially since all he had to do was lie there without exerting any effort.  

    Jiang Lin was deeply puzzled.  

    However, seeing Wei Yunzhao also looking somewhat drained gave him a sliver of comfort.  

    Though Jiang Lin suspected Wei Yunzhao was likely pretending out of fear of angering him.  

    Wei Yunzhao clutched the area over his kidneys, sitting on the edge of the bed as he praised Jiang Lin, "Madam was truly formidable last night, leaving your husband unable to stop. Today, I'm quite weakened."  

    Jiang Lin lay in bed, glaring coldly. "Well, today I’ve learned something new. First time hearing ‘unable to stop’ used as a compliment."  

    Wei Yunzhao smiled ingratiatingly. "It’s my lack of sophistication and poor way with words. Please forgive me."  

    He helped Jiang Lin sit up, letting him rest his head against his shoulder as he massaged Jiang Lin’s waist. Jiang Lin nuzzled Wei Yunzhao’s neck and let out a few soft grumbles.  

    Physical discomfort led to a foul mood, and a foul mood naturally meant taking it out on the culprit.  

    Jiang Lin earnestly suggested, "From now on, we should practice moderation. Overdoing it in one go is hard to recover from, easily leads to exhaustion, and most importantly it borrows happiness from the future."  

    "You wouldn’t want to find yourself… struggling too soon, would you?"  

    Of course, Wei Yunzhao didn’t want that - no, rather, he was certain such a situation would never arise.  

    But for now, he had to agree with his wife. "Everything as you say, wife. Your word is law."  

    Jiang Lin was somewhat satisfied with this answer and directed Wei Yunzhao to switch sides - both ached.  

    "We didn’t inform Anyang Bofu about our marriage. Should we go back today?"  

    Anyang Bofu was now sparsely populated. Jiang Jinyue was dead, Jiang Zhen had been exiled - who knew if he’d even survive, Jiang Hui was studying at the academy and rarely returned, and Zhao Qiuru had lost her mind. Strictly speaking, only Anyang Bo himself remained as the sole proper master of the family.  

    Anyang Bo eagerly awaited Jiang Lin’s return to bring glory to Anyang Bofu, but Jiang Lin who held grudges and had no intention of indulging him, rarely visiting.  

    However, marriage was different. By etiquette, they ought to make a trip to announce the happy news.  

    Not inviting them yesterday could still be explained by the fact that Jiang Lin was already part of the Wei family - it wouldn’t have been appropriate to involve his maternal relatives in the wedding. But if they didn’t visit today, it might invite gossip.  

    Fewer troubles were always better. Jiang Lin huffed and said, "Then we’ll go back in the afternoon. By the way, Chang’an mentioned earlier that Qiushui is pregnant, we might as well ask my so-called father how he plans to handle it."  

    Jiang Lin had been quite surprised when he first heard the news. Who would’ve thought that his nominal father was still so virile at his age, capable of impregnating a concubine?  

    Before the pregnancy, Qiushui had been content as a favored concubine. But with a child on the way, her ambitions would inevitably change, especially since Zhao Qiuru - the legal wife, had lost her mind. Jiang Lin wanted to hear Qiushui’s thoughts and gauge Anyang Bo’s stance.  

    "Alright, I’ll have the housekeeper prepare some gifts to bring along. Feeling better now?" Wei Yunzhao continued massaging Jiang Lin’s waist even as they discussed other matters.  

    "Passable," Jiang Lin murmured, the soothing motions making him drowsy.  

    Wei Yunzhao helped him lie back down. "Sleep a little longer. I’ll stay with you."  

    "Mmm." Jiang Lin barely managed a response before sinking into deep slumber.  

    By the time he woke again, it was well past noon. He felt much more refreshed, and the soreness in his waist had eased.  

    Wei Yunzhao had already instructed the maids to prepare lunch - light, easily digestible dishes. "After we eat, we’ll head to Anyang Bofu," he said.  

    Jiang Lin had just sat down and picked up his bowl, the first spoonful of porridge not yet reaching his lips, when Zhou Chengwang burst in as if chased by dogs. "Lin’er, something’s happened!"  

    Jiang Lin set down his spoon and straightened. "What is it?"  

    Zhou Chengwang plopped onto the seat beside him. "My father received word, His Majesty issued a decree today deposing the Crown Prince!"  

    That was clearly good news, so Zhou Chengwang couldn’t have rushed over just for that. Jiang Lin pressed, "And then?"  

    "Then naturally, a new Crown Prince was appointed. Guess who it is? That Fifth Prince who stays holed up in his residence all day, never stepping foot outside! Not only did His Majesty name the Fifth Prince as Crown Prince, but he also announced his intention to abdicate in his favor!"  

    Zhou Chengwang was practically frantic. "The decree's already drafted, what do we do now?"  

    Yet instead of sharing his panic, Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao… smiled.  

    Zhou Chengwang grew even more agitated. "What kind of reaction is this?! The Sixth Prince schemed for years, only to hand the throne to someone else on a silver platter! You two are close with the Sixth Prince, how can you laugh at a time like this?"  

 

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 159 Part 1

Chapter 159

    After several days of sunshine, the muddy ground had gradually dried and hardened, so stepping on it no longer left one’s feet caked in filth.  

    Sunlight streamed in through the southern windows, brightening the entire house.  

    In the front yard, the warmth of the sun was so pleasant that all six dogs in the household sprawled lazily on the ground to bask in it. Each of them was thoroughly comfortable, their eyes squinted or closed as they dozed off.  

    Lu Gu sat in a corner by the wall, sewing under the sun. The occasional breeze was no longer biting, and the warmth seeped into his body. Several quilts were draped over the wooden rack to air under the strong sunlight, making them cozier to sleep under at night.  

    Shen Xuanqing had gone drinking with a few men from the village, leaving Lu Gu alone to watch over the new house. But soon, Shen Yan or Wei Lanxiang might drop by for a visit. Winter leisure was like this, there wasn’t much to do, so people wandered around to pass the time.  

    A pair of sparrows, their feathers already molted and regrown, perched on the wall. Hearing the flutter of wings, Lu Gu glanced up. The two sparrows looked plump and fluffy, their bodies round, who knew where they had found so much to eat.  

    Under the clear sky and gentle wind, sparrows kept alighting on the walls before flitting away again. The dogs, having lifted their heads to look at first, soon sank back into deep slumber.  

    Since the dogs kept watch at night, it was good for them to sleep more during the day. Lu Gu didn’t disturb them. After a while, Xiaohuang got up from the ground, stretched, and let out a big yawn. He barked once and trotted over to Lu Gu’s legs. Perhaps still not fully awake, he pressed close to Lu Gu’s shoes, resting his little head on them while his tiny tail wagged behind him. Soon, the warmth of the sun lulled him back into drowsiness.  

    Guaizi had been like this since he was a pup, always wanting to stick close to people while sleeping. Lu Gu didn’t pay it much mind, but unexpectedly, Guaizi, who had been napping under the eaves, noticed and came over as well. His large, sturdy body leaned against Lu Gu’s other leg, and he plopped his furry head down on Lu Gu’s foot before rolling onto his side to sleep.  

    Lu Gu found it amusing. Even though the two pups had been brought home days ago, every time they tried to snuggle up to someone, Guaizi would always push his way in. Sometimes, he even bullied the pups in secret, shoving them aside to monopolize the affection for himself. What a petty little heart he had!  

    During meals, both Lu Gu and Shen Xuanqing kept a close eye to prevent Guaizi from stealing the pups’ food. Fortunately, Guaizi was still fairly obedient. Aside from being clingy, he didn’t bully the pups in other ways.  

    With a dog’s head resting on each foot, the small, fluffy Xiaohuang was utterly adorable. As he slept, his little belly rose and fell, and occasionally, he let out soft whimpers, as if dreaming. However, the large dog’s head pressing down on his left foot felt rather heavy.  

    Lu Gu tried to pull his foot free, but the moment he moved, Guaizi immediately lifted his head to stare at him. After a brief standoff, Lu Gu was the one who relented.  

    He patted Guaizi’s head and said softly, “Fine, fine, you can keep using it as a pillow. Why are you so petty? Xiaohuang is still small, what’s there for you to compete over?”  

    Guaizi’s tail gave a single sweep, stirring up a small cloud of dust that danced visibly in the sunlight.  

    Knowing the dog wouldn’t understand, Lu Gu withdrew his hand and resumed his sewing. Before he could finish the handkerchief, he heard Shen Yan calling for him from outside.  

    “Brother Guzi!” Shen Yan’s voice rang out as she entered, her clear almond-shaped eyes curved in a smile. “Mother says today’s the fifteenth, there’s a big market at Liangzhang Bridge. She wants Brother Daqing to come hitch the mule cart later so we can go.”  

    A market trip!  

    Lu Gu’s eyes lit up at once. Normally, they were too busy with work to visit big markets. Even when they went to town, it was usually to sell goods, with little time for leisurely browsing. The mule had been bought days ago, but aside from delivering livestock to the two towns, they hadn’t used it themselves yet.  

    He set down his embroidery hoop, gently pushed the dogs off his feet, and stood up. “Then I’ll go to the Dachen family to find Erqing and see if he wants to come.”  

    “Alright.” Shen Yan nodded, bending down to rub Xiaohuang’s fluffy head.  

    Guaizi shook himself awake and, seeing Lu Gu heading for the door, wagged his tail and followed.  

    The Dachen family wasn’t far. Lu Gu took a shortcut through the village and soon spotted Dachen’s wife sitting at her doorstep, sewing shoe soles with another woman.  

    “Xinrui, is Erqing here?” Lu Gu called as he walked over.  

    Zhou Xinrui smiled. “Yes, yes! They’re drinking inside. Are you here to take Erqing back?”  

    “Mm, mother said she wants to go to Liangzhang Bridge, so I came to ask if he’s going.” Lu Gu replied.  

    “Wait, I’ll call him for you.” Before Lu Gu reached the door, Zhou Xinrui turned and shouted inside, “Dachen! Guzi’s here for Erqing!”  

    Her voice was loud, and the men drinking inside heard it clearly.  

    By the time Lu Gu and Guaizi reached the doorstep, Shen Xuanqing was already rising to leave. Since the main room was full of men, Lu Gu didn’t go in, instead chatting briefly with Zhou Xinrui at the door.  

    Shen Xuanqing had been drinking for about an hour and was already thinking of heading back soon to tend to the livestock. He hadn’t expected Lu Gu to come fetch him.  

    As the two walked back toward the new house, Lu Gu couldn’t contain a hint of excitement in his voice. “Mother said she wants to go to the market at Liangzhang Bridge and asked us to hitch the mule cart.”  

    Shen Xuanqing’s face was slightly flushed from the wine, they’d started drinking outside but moved indoors when it got too warm. Rubbing his cheeks, he grinned. “It’s about time we went to the market too.”  

    Before they even turned onto the path, Wei Lanxiang’s voice called out from behind. When they turned, they saw Shen Yaoqing approaching as well.  

    With the sky still bright, Shen Xuanqing and his brother hitched the mule cart. Since Ji Qiuyue had to stay home with the child, Shen Yaoqing didn't feel right about leaving, so only Lu Gu and the others went.  

    Shen Xuanqing, sitting at the front, gave a shout. Before his whip even touched the mule, it broke into a trot, its hooves clattering against the ground.  

    Lu Gu, Shen Yan, and Wei Lanxiang sat behind him, all three smiling. The wind rushed past their faces, but it wasn’t cold - only refreshing. They finally had their own mule cart!  

    Though it was just a flatbed cart without a canopy or enclosed cabin, leaving them exposed on all sides, the sunlight bathed their uplifted faces, their eyes bright with joy.  

Rebirth Married The Control group Fulang Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Extra Ruili 2

    “Brother, take good care of sister-in-law on your journey. I’ll handle everything at home.” After the start of spring, Ruijin packed his belongings to take up his official post in another prefecture. He had to arrive before the spring season fully set in, so shortly after the Lantern Festival, his luggage was prepared for departure. This move meant settling down there for at least two or three years, or longer if no promotions or transfers came. Zhang Fangyuan and Xu He had prepared extensively for the newlywed couple, ensuring all necessities like clothing and quilts were packed.  

If not for the fact that they had learned of Ruijin’s assignment beforehand, prompting Zhang Fangyuan to purchase a house and hire servants to maintain it, Xu He’s meticulous nature would have resulted in an unmanageable amount of luggage - enough to fill eight or ten carriages.  

    “As long as you behave at home, I won’t have any worries.”  

    “I know.” Luo Yuxing stepped forward and grasped Ruili’s hand. Though he felt secure with Ruijin by his side, this was the first time since meeting Ruili that they would be separated indefinitely, making it hard to avoid a sense of reluctance.  

    “Once everything is settled there, I’ll send you a letter and arrange for someone to bring you over so we can reunite.”  

    Ruili hugged his sister-in-law tightly. “Alright, I’ll wait for good news from you and Brother.”  

    “Enough, it’s getting late.” No matter how reluctant Zhang Fangyuan was to see his son leave, parting was inevitable. Rather than prolonging the sorrow, it was better to make it quick. “Leave early while there’s still daylight. Winter days are short, and an early start means reaching the post station sooner.”  

    The young couple complied. As the carriage set off, Ruili waved vigorously at the departing convoy. Unconsciously, he followed the procession a few steps, watching as two of his closest companions left. The emotions swirling in his heart were indescribable.  

    As a child, he and Ruijin had been inseparable, too young to understand the sorrow of parting. Now grown, he found himself sentimental. He had always assumed he would be the one to marry into another family, while his brother remained at home. He had even teased his family about it, jokingly demanding more attention. Yet fate was unpredictable, his brother had started a family and career but could no longer stay home. Instead, Ruili was the one left behind to keep their father company.  

    He stood watching until the carriages disappeared from sight, then sighed deeply. 

    If all else fails, maybe our family should just take in a son-in-law instead.

    Two days later, Zhang Fangyuan led a merchant convoy to the salt fields to restock, leaving Xu He alone to manage the family. Aside from the salt business, the family owned several other shops, but with limited manpower, Ruili stopped his usual outings and began inspecting the accounts at their stores.  

    Since opening the salt business, the family’s income had soared. Even their smallest salt shop earned in a month what their other shops made in half a year or more. Yet, despite the salt trade’s profitability, Zhang Fangyuan hadn't shut down their other business.  

    First, those businesses were how Zhang Fangyuan and Xu He had first built their fortune, and they were reluctant to abandon them. Secondly, while the salt trade was lucrative, it was ultimately controlled by the imperial court. There was no guarantee the privilege would last forever, so keeping their original businesses served as a safeguard. 

    Moreover, profits from salt were being reinvested into other business like cosmetics, jewelry, silk, textiles, and tea - industries with high returns and entry barriers.  

    That morning, Ruili took his attendants to inspect the accounts at their newly opened cloth shop. Passing through the new market street, he collected the latest quarterly rent from their leased storefronts. By the time he arrived at the cloth shop, the manager had already prepared the account books and tea.  

    He went straight upstairs and flipped through the ledgers. Over the years, he, Luo Yuxing, and Ruijin had studied under the same teacher. Though the other two were exceptionally bright, Ruili was no slouch either. As Ruijin’s twin, while his brother had excelled in the imperial exams, earning the title of jinshi, Ruili had no such aspirations. Instead, he channeled his talents into the family business.  

    He was quick with numbers, sharp with his words, and had a biting wit. His sharp eye for discrepancies and blunt critiques made shop managers dread his inspections, preferring Zhang Fangyuan or Xu He instead. His visits always put them on edge. 

    “A new shop doesn’t need excessive scrutiny. As long as business is steady, that’s enough.”  

    The manager exhaled slightly in relief when Ruili made no further criticisms.  

    “It’s almost noon. Would the young master like to dine here?”  

    Ruili kept his eyes on the ledger. “If I stay, you’ll just order takeout from a restaurant. I’d rather go myself and eat something fresh and hot.”  

    He closed the book. “Alright, keep up the good work. Don’t think that just because I didn’t find issues today, you can slack off. My father will inspect everything again when he returns.”  

    The manager carefully took back the ledger. “Of course. We’ll ensure the business runs smoothly, ready for the master’s inspection at any time.”  

    Ruili said no more. The morning’s rent collection had taken time and energy, and he was genuinely hungry. With more shops to visit in the afternoon, he hurried downstairs to find a nearby restaurant.  

    “The copy of the order you requested is ready. Please review it at your convenience.”  

    “Sir, please wait a moment. Our manager has gone to fetch the owner. He’ll be back shortly.”  

    “Thank you.”  

    The refined voice sounded familiar. Ruili, already at the door, paused and glanced back. Even from behind, the man’s tall, elegant figure was unmistakable.  

    “What’s he doing here?” Ruili muttered to his attendant, Ban Yan.  

    “Perhaps just a coincidence. Should we greet him? You did send him pastries last time.”  

    Ruili waved a hand. “Passing through a hundred flowers without a single leaf sticking. This young master enjoys admiring beauty but avoids entanglement. With Brother and Dad away, I must focus on the family business. No time for distractions, there’s still much to do today. Let’s go.”  

 [百花丛中过，片叶不沾身 (bǎi huā cóng zhōng guò, piàn yè bù zhān shēn): lit. Passing through a hundred flowers without a single leaf sticking; fig. Engaging without attachment.]  

    Ban Yan stifled a laugh. “Only you could say such things with a straight face. If you truly wanted to avoid entanglement, why send him gifts?”  

    As they walked out, Ruili replied, “When you see a beautiful flower on the road, don’t you stop to admire it? Appreciating beauty is the same. Who doesn’t like a pretty face? Why else do men in this city flock to me? Let’s just say I have an eye for elegance. Even my teacher once praised my refinement.”  

    Ban Yan, older than Ruili, had been his study companion since childhood and had attended classes with him at the Luo family. “I think Master Luo mispronounced elegance as frivolity.”  

    After lunch Ruili rested briefly in the restaurant’s private room before hurrying to Liufang Bookshop in the afternoon. Such shops were typically run by scholarly families, so it was surprising that the Zhang family - a family of common origins owned one.  

    This shop had its own story. When Ruijin passed the provincial exams, the family was overjoyed. Zhang Fangyuan pondered how to reward his accomplished son, and after much deliberation, the couple settled on gifting him a bookshop.  

    While Ruijin was still in Siyang, he had frequented this shop, indifferent to its profits but valuing the sentiment behind it. As a young juren, many scholars sought him out, hoping for guidance. Despite his aloof demeanor, Ruijin patiently advised those bold enough to ask, inadvertently boosting the shop’s business.  

    After Ruijin became a jinshi and received an official post from the emperor, the bookshop’s popularity skyrocketed. Scholars flocked there, hoping to absorb some of his exam luck.  

    Before leaving for his post, Ruijin had entrusted Ruili with the shop’s care, instructing him to gift his old exam notes, annotations, and drafts to “fated individuals.” Ruili relished the idea.  

    Today, with the academy on break, the shop bustled with scholars. Ruili, in high spirits, approached—only to stumble at the entrance when he spotted a familiar figure inside. Ban Yan caught him just in time.  

    Wide-eyed, Ruili gestured frantically. “Is he stalking me?!”  

    Ban Yan studied the slender, upright figure at a desk, meticulously copying texts. “Young Master, perhaps this scholar has taken a liking to you?”  

    “He doesn’t even know me!” Ruili blinked. Though many suitors had proposed without knowing him well, he assumed someone so refined wouldn’t stoop to such tactics.  

    “Of course he knows! That day at Yinqiu Tower, when you sent him pastries, the waiter surely boasted it was from you. And let’s be honest, who in this city doesn’t know of you?” Ban Yan analyzed. “His face may be peerless, but his clothes are plain. Likely a poor scholar.”  

    He didn’t need to finish. Ruili understood, this was the classic tale of a destitute scholar targeting a wealthy, naive young master to climb the social ladder.  

    Ruili nodded solemnly. “You’re absolutely right. I’m not a sheltered fool. I won’t tolerate such schemes. I must disillusion him!”  

    After a pause, he added, “But he is very handsome. Maybe he’s in dire straits. I’ll be gentle when I confront him.”  

Rebirth to Erase Dark History Chapter 53 Part 2

    Wei Jing’s back was turned, so Yang Jiabo couldn’t see his expression, but Qin Rong looked thrilled.  

    Putting aside her personality, Qin Rong was undeniably beautiful - long, straight black hair, delicate features, stylish outfits, and a tall, curvaceous figure. She was exactly the type most men would fawn over.  

    Yang Jiabo felt a pang in his chest. He just said he wasn’t interested in her, and now they’re all over each other?

    As he hesitated between approaching or avoiding them, Qin Rong noticed him.  

    “Oh, the little boss is here!” Qin Rong greeted him cheerfully.  

    “Just checking in,” Yang Jiabo nodded.  

    “Isn’t the farm busy? The little boss seems pretty free,” Qin Rong remarked.  

    “Jiajia, glad you’re here. I need to talk to you about something.” Wei Jing smoothly extricated his arm from Qin Rong’s grip and walked over to Yang Jiabo.  

    “What is it?” Yang Jiabo asked, puzzled.  

    “Let’s talk somewhere else. Excuse us.” Wei Jing gave Qin Rong an apologetic smile before leading Yang Jiabo away.  

    “Brother Wei Jing—!” Qin Rong called after them, but they were already gone.  

    “What’s this mysterious thing you wanted to talk about?” Yang Jiabo asked.  

    “Nothing, really. Brother Ren and the others want to visit your courtyard,” Wei Jing said, making up an excuse on the spot.  

    “Sure, it’s not like there’s anything to hide. But what was going on with you and Qin Rong? Since when are you two so close?” Yang Jiabo couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.  

    “Nothing. She kept dragging me around, asking all sorts of questions. Seems like she’s suddenly very interested in your place.”  

    “Why the sudden change? That’s way too fast.” Yang Jiabo was suspicious. Did she have a new plan? Is she trying to cozy up to Wei Jing?

    “No idea, but she seemed really curious about your cordyceps.”  

    “Is she trying to steal trade secrets or just get close to you?” Yang Jiabo was just as confused. He’d only grown them based on textbook methods, it was probably the little fleeceflower's doing. But after all these years, the plant hadn’t shown any strange behavior, never sent him dreams, and just kept thriving.  

    “Who knows?” Wei Jing shrugged.  

    The afternoon passed quickly with Ren Boying and the others fishing, playing cards, and boating. By evening, smoke rose from the pavilion over the lotus pond. Yang Jiabo had set up a grill, and all the prepared ingredients were brought out. The snake he’d mentioned earlier never appeared, Wei Jing realized he’d been tricked.  

    Thanks to the high-quality ingredients and excellent seasoning, everyone ate happily and drank plenty of beer. Yang Jianjun stopped by briefly to greet them before leaving again. Qin Rong seemed to have regained her senses and didn’t cause any trouble. She even considerately grilled skewers for Wei Jing, who couldn’t refuse and ate a little before sharing the rest with the others.  

    Xu Chen, unimpressed with Qin Rong’s cooking, refused to take any. Chang Jin pestered Tang Yu to grill his favorites, ignoring everyone else’s offerings. Meng Fan fended for himself, with occasional guidance from Ren Boying. As a result, most of Qin Rong’s cooking ended up in Zhang Yunwei and Qin Ruiwen’s stomachs.  

    “Jiajia, I didn’t expect you to be such a good grill master. Can you actually cook?” Xu Chen asked between bites. A self-proclaimed foodie, Xu Chen had quickly warmed up to Yang Jiabo after enjoying the farm’s fare.  

    “Just a few home-style dishes. Nothing special.” Yang Jiabo remained modest.  

    Xu Chen: “When do we get to taste your cooking?”  

    “You can try my breakfast tomorrow.” Since the restaurant didn’t serve breakfast and he didn’t want to overwork the chef, he’d decided to handle it himself.  

    “Looking forward to it.” Xu Chen raised his beer and clinked glasses with Yang Jiabo before downing it in one go.  

    “Jiajia, just make some simple noodles. Don’t go to too much trouble,” Wei Jing said.  

    “What kind of host tells their guests that? Besides, Jiajia didn’t say it was trouble.” Xu Chen shot him a disdainful look.  

    “For some reason, Jiajia’s name sounds familiar. Like I’ve heard it somewhere before.” Meng Fan frowned, trying to recall as he ate.  

    “Jiajia’s the kid who saved Wei Jing when they were little,” Ren Boying reminded him.  

    “Oh right! The grandpas mentioned him.” Meng Fan stared at Yang Jiabo. “So you’re the ‘model child’ they kept comparing us to.”  

    Chang Jin also scrutinized Yang Jiabo. “Now I remember. My old man used to hold you up as an example and say I was ‘too dumb to look at.’”  

    Suddenly, all of Wei Jing’s friends were staring at Yang Jiabo like he was an alien. Uncomfortable under their gaze, Yang Jiabo turned to Wei Jing. “What’s going on?”  

    “You saved me twice, right? And you’re smart and capable. My dad often praised you in front of the old man, who then brought you up in front of the other grandpas. Somehow, you became the ‘ideal child’ they used to compare everyone to.” Wei Jing grinned.  

    “You were the shadow over my entire childhood! ‘Bravely fought kidnappers,’ ‘fearlessly protected friends,’ ‘hardworking and business-savvy’ - listening to my old man, I thought he was describing some revolutionary martyr, not an actual kid my age.” Meng Fan groaned.  

    “Hearing you say it like that, even I think it’s exaggerated. I’m not that amazing.” Yang Jiabo broke into a sweat. Those old men missed their calling as scriptwriters.

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Young Master Mu's Disdain

Mu Lichuan knew very well that Bai Ping cared most about her son. In their past life, despite being an ordinary woman, she had lived a life of luxury because of Mu Xiaolin, even he himself had been unable to shake her position.  

Back then, he had never suspected his mother’s death was orchestrated, truly believing it was suicide. Though he prided himself on being clever, there were certain unseen "forces" he simply couldn’t bring himself to believe in. Otherwise, he might not have been friendly with Mu Xiaolin, but at the very least, he wouldn’t have made trouble for him, even providing him with financial support.  

"Bai Ping, don’t you see? Mu Xiaolin will soon be killed. As a mother, you can’t even save your own son." When she still didn’t react, Mu Lichuan pressed further, "You know about cultivators. If his soul is extracted, he won’t even get a chance to reincarnate."  

Sometimes, provocation was necessary, gentler methods simply wouldn’t work. As for so-called "love," judging by his father’s behavior, it was all empty promises. How many of them were ever truly kept?  

"Lichuan’s standing so close, is he saying something terrible? Could he be trying to harm Bai Ping and her son?" Seeing little movement from the dark energy, Mu Changnian voiced his concern.  

Mu Xiwang scoffed at his son. "If you’re so worried, why were you too afraid to go earlier?"  

Though he was from the secular world, he was no coward. And Mu Lichuan, so sensible and now possessing the Yin-Yang Eyes, was a tremendous asset to the Mu family.  

Mu Changnian flushed under his father’s scolding. "I-I’m just an ordinary person. Lichuan at least has the Yin-Yang Eyes…" His words trailed off under his father’s glare.  

Mu Xiaoran sighed. "What kind of time is this for idle chatter? The barrier won’t hold much longer. We need to awaken Mu Xiaolin’s consciousness first, then seal the dark energy back inside him. And we mustn’t provoke him, or he’ll break through the barrier again."  

At this, Mu Xiwang frowned. "Father, can’t we just kill him?" To him, that was the simplest solution. Keeping such a time bomb in the Mu family would only breed unease.  

"Kill him? Do you think we even can?" Mu Xiaoran understood that cultivators needed to be ruthless. Otherwise, they’d become prey themselves.  

Even in the secular world, ordinary people harmed their own brothers for profit, let alone cultivators. Murder and treasure theft were hardly rare.  

"Father, are we just supposed to keep him like this?" Mu Xiwang’s dislike for Mu Xiaolin deepened, and he shot his son a glare. "What’s wrong with you? How could you father such a monster?"  

They had thought him a genius, but now… it was all a cruel joke. They had no way to purge the darkness inside him.  

"We’ll find a solution later. For now, we must avoid provoking him or attempting any sneak attacks - trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice." Mu Xiaoran took a deep breath. "And Changnian, you can’t let your bias show too much."  

[偷鸡不成蚀把米 (tōu jī bù chéng shí bǎ mǐ): lit. try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice; fig. attempt something risky and end up worse off.]  

He knew Changnian had only married Lichuan’s mother for the alliance between their families, something he had never been happy about.  

Mu Changnian didn’t argue. "Grandfather, I understand. But Bai Ping has sacrificed much for me and bore the Mu family a genius. As for the dark energy in Xiaolin… even he himself probably doesn’t know its origin." To him, the boy was still young, having only interacted with ordinary people before. It was possible someone else had forced this energy into him.  

"We’ll investigate later. Right now, our priority is resolving this situation." Mu Xiaoran’s expression was grave. He wasn’t sure if Lichuan would succeed, the talisman’s protection wouldn’t last long. But Lichuan couldn’t be allowed to come to harm. He was the Mu family’s new generation, their hope.  

Bai Ping’s eyes fluttered open, and Mu Lichuan pressed on. "Though the Mu family prioritizes its interests, Mu Xiaolin brought this upon himself. Taking responsibility isn’t wrong. But if he keeps releasing this dark energy… you know the consequences." His tone was sharp, unyielding.  

"Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on you, his mother. I believe you won’t let him die, will you?"  

Bai Ping wiped the blood from her lips. She knew Mu Xiaoran wanted her son dead. "Xiaolin… Xiaolin, it’s me, your mother. Look at me… You can’t leave me behind."  

Seeing this, Mu Lichuan quickly retreated. He wasn’t a fool, now that Bai Ping was awake, the rest was her responsibility.  

The dark energy had spread further, and if not for his memory of the path, he might not have found his way back.  

"Great-grandfather, it’s me, Lichuan. She’s awake." His voice was calm, devoid of emotion.  

Mu Xiaoran handed two talismans to Mu Xiwang and Mu Changnian. "Hold these. The dark energy can corrode anything it touches. You’re ordinary people, you have no resistance."  

Soon, Mu Lichuan re-entered the barrier, bringing traces of dark energy with him. Thanks to his talisman, he remained unharmed, though its power had weakened significantly.  

Mu Xiaoran studied his great-grandson, suspicion flickering in his mind. The talisman shouldn’t have lasted this long, yet he was unscathed. Did he possess some treasure without realizing it? He could only hope this was a good sign.  

"Lichuan, what’s the situation? Is Xiaolin awake?" Mu Changnian asked urgently. If the dark energy kept expanding, his grandfather’s barrier wouldn’t hold much longer.  

Mu Lichuan’s eyes darkened slightly. He had always known his father favored Mu Xiaolin. To him, Mu Lichuan was merely an obligation. "Not yet, but Bai Ping is awake. I couldn’t stay any longer." He wasn’t stupid, if that energy corroded him, the loss would outweigh the gain. And no one would mourn his death anyway.  

"Wise decision, Lichuan. The dark energy recognizes Bai Ping and won’t harm her. Now, we wait." Mu Xiaoran praised his great-grandson’s prudence.  

Time passed. Just as the dark energy seemed uncontrollable, it suddenly retracted at lightning speed, leaving everyone stunned, even Mu Xiaoran hadn’t expected it to be so docile.  

Mu Xiaolin’s face was pale, his eyes still tinged with red, but his rationality had returned.  

The Mu family collectively exhaled in relief. "Handle the rest yourself," Mu Xiaoran said before leaving the hall. The family would deal with the casualties.  

"Xiaolin… Ping’er." Mu Changnian knew he had to play the emotional card. "I’ve failed you as a father. I couldn’t protect you." His voice cracked.  

Bai Ping glanced at him, then fixed her gaze on Mu Lichuan. "He cursed our son to die!" She remembered clearly, his words about the Mu family wanting Xiaolin dead.  

"What?" Mu Changnian was secretly pleased. This proved the mother and son still wanted to stay with the Mu family.  

"He wants our son dead!" Bai Ping repeated hoarsely, her voice thick with hatred.  

Mu Changnian frowned. "Lichuan, what’s the meaning of this?"  

Mu Lichuan replied coldly, "Father, if I hadn’t said that, do you think Bai Ping would’ve woken up so quickly? Otherwise, we’d all be dead, look at the servants in the hall. Their faces are blackened. They’re already gone." He knew Bai Ping and her son wanted to make him the scapegoat, but they’d have to reconsider their strength.  

He was certain now, Mu Xiaolin would never hold status in the Mu family. As for the secular world, that would depend on his own ability.  

"I… I killed them?" Mu Xiaolin, still a child, paled. Though hatred filled his expression, he had never actually killed before.  

Before his father could console him, Mu Lichuan cut in, "Of course it was you. Who else? Your dark energy attacks indiscriminately." From his expression, it was clear he had no awareness of the energy within him.  

Seeing her son trembling and disoriented, Bai Ping snapped, "Mu Lichuan, what are you plotting? Xiaolin has just recovered, and you’re provoking him again?"  

"Lichuan, your aunt is right. Right now, we need to calm Xiaolin, not agitate him." Mu Changnian was displeased with his eldest son’s behavior.  

Mu Lichuan smirked. "I’m just stating facts. Should we lie to him? That won’t do him any good. A person should have self-awareness, don’t you think?" With his grandfather’s backing, he no longer feared his father’s disapproval.  

"Mu Lichuan!" Mu Changnian wasn’t a fool, he knew his son was twisting the knife. "We’ll discuss this later. Right now, you are still a young master of the Mu family. Or would you prefer to leave?"

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 5 Part 1

Chapter 5

Ji Yangzong paused for a moment upon hearing this, furrowing his brows as he mentally went through the villagers one by one. Soon, he reached a conclusion.  

However, he didn’t voice it immediately. Instead, he took another look at Huo Shu.  

Having dealt with people and farmland every day, he could tell at a glance that Huo Shu was no ordinary man.  

There was indeed someone like that in the village. But as the village head, he still had to consider the welfare of his fellow villagers, he was afraid Huo Shu might be here to stir up trouble.  

“There is someone named Changsui. But these days, many people share the same name. I’m not sure if he’s the one you’re looking for.”  

Huo Shu said, “He was conscripted into the army. It should’ve been seven or eight years by now. Those called for corvée labor would have their documents handled by the village head.”  

Seeing that he had extracted more information, Ji Yangzong had a better idea. He probed, “Is Warrior Huo perhaps a comrade of Changsui’s?”  

Huo Shu gave a wordless affirmation.  

“That’s wonderful! Then the Changsui you’re looking for must be the one from the Zhao family by the stream. He’s been gone for seven or eight years without a word. Now that the northern war has ended, most of the conscripted soldiers have either returned home or sent letters back. But there's been no word from Changsui all this time, his family has been anxiously waiting, coming here every few days to ask if there’s any news.”  

Huang Manqing said cheerfully, “Warrior Huo, do you have any news of Changsui?”  

Huo Shu’s gaze lowered slightly. “He’s dead.”  

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence.  

“Blades and arrows are blind on the battlefield. After so many years without news, it’s only to be expected…”  

Ji Yangzong shook his head and sighed deeply. “His poor mother has been waiting for him day after day.”  

Huo Shu had long grown accustomed to life and death, and the worst of his grief had already passed. He remained far calmer than anyone else in the room.  

“We fought side by side on the battlefield many times. He died in battle two years ago. Before his death, I promised him that if I survived the war, I would come to Jiangnan to visit his parents.”  

Huang Manqing discreetly wiped the corner of her eye. “Whether dead or alive, at least there’s closure. Let me take you to Changsui’s family right away.”  

The group quickly made arrangements to go to the Zhao family. Huang Yinsheng had to collect medicinal herbs, so he didn’t join them. Instead, the Ji couple led Huo Shu there.  

“Mother, where are you going?”  

When Ji Taoyu entered the main hall carrying a plate of pastries, he found only empty teacups left on the table. Everyone had already moved to the courtyard, clearly preparing to leave.  

Huang Manqing said, “We’re taking Warrior Huo0 to the Zhao family by the stream. You shouldn’t go out running around.”  

Hearing this, Ji Taoyu hurried over and looked up at Huo Shu, cautiously asking, “Have you already found the person?”  

Huo Shu tugged on the reins and glanced sideways at Ji Taoyu, who had changed out of his thick cloak and vest into a fitted autumn outfit.  

Back with his parents, under the warm autumn light, he looked much livelier.  

His eyes briefly swept over the plate in Taoyu’s hands - square osmanthus cakes. They looked quite tasty.  

“Mn.”  

“Then… you won’t be staying for a meal?”  

Ji Taoyu lifted the plate slightly. “I just made these osmanthus cakes.”  

“No.”  

With that, Huo Shu turned and led his horse out of the courtyard first.  

Ji Taoyu froze for a moment. Only after Huo Shu had walked some distance away did Ji Yangzong and Huang Manqing lower their voices to scold their son:  

“Go back inside. Your father and I can handle the hospitality. Focus on recovering your health.”  

Ji Taoyu responded sullenly, “Oh.”  

Watching as his parents and Huo Shu left one after another, he sneaked to the edge of the courtyard wall and peeked outside, watching Huo Shu’s tall figure grow farther and farther away.  

He couldn’t help but feel emotional, though they had met by chance, Huo Shu had saved his life. He hadn’t even had the chance to properly thank him. Would they ever meet again?  

“Warrior Huo is tall, mighty, and handsome. Could it be you’re reluctant to see him go?”  

Startled, Ji Taoyu quickly retracted his gaze and turned to see his grandfather standing with his hands behind his back. He relaxed. “Xiao Taozi knows he’s being improper. Grandfather, don’t tease me.”  

“These words are just for family, a mere jest.”  

Huang Yinsheng popped a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth. The sweet but not cloying flavor lifted his mood, and he chuckled. “Your parents have raised you with too many rules. Which family’s ger is like you, always holding up that scholar You Erlang as an example, confined by rigid etiquette? You don’t live freely at all.”  

Ji Taoyu stepped forward and affectionately looped his arm through his grandfather’s. “Grandfather has seen more of the world and has a broader mind, after all.”  

Huang Yinsheng nodded, pleased. “Mn, this batch of osmanthus cakes is well-made. Let’s go back inside and have a few more. When I return, I'll bring some for Huangqi too.”  

Ji Taoyu smiled. “Alright.”  

While the pastries were sweet, the atmosphere at the Zhao family’s home was bitter.  

The Zhao family by the stream lived in a rundown thatched hut, its roof overgrown with weeds.  

Compared to the spacious Ji family's house, it looked pitifully shabby.  

The autumn wind blowing along the stream made it feel even more desolate.  

“Village Head, you’re here!”  

While Huo Shu was still taking in the surroundings, an elderly woman emerged from the house at the sound of movement. Seeing the visitors, her heart skipped a beat, but she still hurried to greet them.  

“Village Head, Huang niangzi, please come inside.”  

[Niangzǐ (娘子): A common address for married women in ancient Chinese villages, akin to "Mrs." but used more informally among neighbors]

“Is this about the autumn tax? I’ve been trying to come up with a solution. Please, Village Head, give me a little more time.”  

As Zhao’s mother respectfully ushered the couple in, she noticed an unfamiliar face behind them.  

Startled by the sight of such a tall, fierce-looking man, her heart pounded. She glanced nervously at the Ji couple, her expression almost pleading.  

She feared he might be a tax collector sent by the county magistrate this year.  

“We’re not here about the tax. We know your family’s situation well, we’ve always tried to be lenient with deadlines.”  

Huang Manqing quickly reassured Zhao’s mother.  

Rebirth Married The Control group Fulang Chapter 136 Part 2

    Ruili stayed with Luo Yuxing for a long while, coaxing him to eat some pastries and fruits. Only when night fully fell and lanterns lit up the residence did he finally leave.  

    His attendant, Ban Yan, chuckled softly. "Now that Young Master Luo is your elder sister-in-law, shouldn’t he be the one looking after you?"  

    Ruili replied, "In title, yes, but Yuxing is younger than both me and my brother. He lost his parents early, and now he’s marrying into our family. Of course I’ll keep taking care of him."  

    "Our young master is truly kind-hearted."  

    Ruili exhaled and returned to his room to rest. In the days following the wedding, the newlyweds were inseparable. His brother, never one for social outings, had always spent most of his time in the study. Now, with a fulang well-versed in literature, the two could stay there all day unless called for meals.  

    Before marriage, propriety had restrained them. Now, as a young couple, their affection was so overwhelming that Ruili dared not get too close, lest it make singles like him feel wretched.  

    His parents were so delighted with their new daughter-in-law they couldn’t stop smiling, practically treating him like royalty. Yet, a family needed someone to scold occasionally to maintain authority. His elder brother was too accomplished to reprimand, and his gentle, thoughtful sister-in-law was too endearing to criticize. That left only one target - Ruili himself.  

    Feeling stifled, Ruili slipped out. He’d originally planned to stay home a few days to accompany his new sister-in-law, but who knew the couple needed no such company? Ah, youth was truly wasted on the young.  

    "Young Master, where shall we go today? The theater or a teahouse?"  

    Ruili gazed out the carriage window, distracted. The cold weather dampened his enthusiasm for cricket fights, and he wasn’t in the mood for arrow-throwing or ball games. Might as well enjoy some food, singing, and dancing at a tavern. Just as he was about to answer Ban Yan, a carriage blocked his view.  

    The curtain of the opposing carriage lifted, revealing a young man’s grinning face. "Ruili! Long time no see. Where are you headed? I’ll join you."  

    "Who wants you tagging along? Scram, you’re blocking my view."  

    The youth, detecting Ruili’s irritation, asked, "You in a bad mood?"  

    "How would you feel if you lost both the man you admired most and your favorite person at the same time?"  

    The boy’s brow furrowed in distress. "Ruili... y-you play so wildly?"  

    Ruili rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Is this your first day knowing me?"  

    Though rebuffed, the boy wasn’t offended. After a moment’s thought, he brightened. "No matter! I’ve always been magnanimous."  

    "Who cares about your magnanimity?" Ruili snapped. "Qu Song, how many times must I say it? There’s nothing between us."  

    "Fate decides these things. When we were kids, you scared me with a dog and made me fall, that severed our romantic destiny early on. So no matter how hard you try now, it’s useless."  

    "The teacher said... uh, nobody's perfect. I was just a foolish child back then. I’m definitely more devoted to you than any of those city fops."  

    Ruili raised an eyebrow. "You like me?"  

    Qu Song nodded eagerly. "Yes!"  

    "What do you even like about me? You’re just a kid. You only see my family’s wealth - my father is a salt merchant, my brother is a newly minted imperial scholar, my sister-in-law is from a prestigious family. You see my good looks, my talent, my wit, how popular I am among the young masters and misses of the city. Beyond that, I’m utterly ordinary. Your so-called ‘liking’ is shallow. Go home and study properly." Ruili spoke with grave seriousness. "Don’t you agree?"  

    Qu Song, dizzy from the verbal barrage, couldn’t immediately respond.  

    Seizing the moment, Ruili urged his coachman to speed up and shake off Qu Song’s carriage. "Go home and think it over."  

    Only when Qu Song’s carriage was out of sight did Ban Yan remark, "The Qu family is among Siyang’s top families. Though Young Master Qu was chubby as a child, he’s slimmed down decently now. He’s always trying to please you, are you truly uninterested?"  

    "Look at him, like the simpleton son of a landlord. Marrying him would dilute the Zhang family’s sharpness. And forget his dullness, his nose and eyes are so crooked I’d have to cover his face with a blanket just to sleep beside him."  

    Ban Yan stifled a laugh. "True, your admirers could line up from Siyang to Jijiu Village. No need to consider such a youth."  

    Ruili adjusted his bangs. "Being exceptional is its own burden, a pressure ordinary folk can’t understand."  

    After this exchange, the carriage halted. The driver announced, "Young Master, we’ve arrived at Yinqiu Tavern."  

    "This place just opened. I heard their dishes are quite novel, but with the wedding preparations, I hadn’t had time to visit."  

    Ruili stepped out, his mood lifting at the tavern’s decor. Lacking a jade-ribbed fan to flutter in winter, he instead toyed with the jade pendant at his waist - a matching set with Ruijin’s, and strode inside.  

    Though Yinqiu Tavern was new, its staff were locals, sharp-eyed enough to recognize the Zhang family’s young master instantly. They rushed to serve him with fawning enthusiasm.  

    "This is my first visit. Bring me all your best dishes and drinks."  

    "Of course! Please wait in the private lounge, Young Master Zhang. I’ll inteoduce our specialties in details."  

    Ruili breezed through the hall toward the stairs but suddenly paused. The waiter, fearing he’d misspoken, was about to speak when Ruili backtracked to the counter, eyeing the clerk tallying accounts on an abacus.  

    Though the clerk’s face was slightly lowered, Ruili could see his striking features - thick, naturally dark brows, a straight nose, and lips moving gently as he explained the bill. With over a decade of appreciating beauty, Ruili knew this was no ordinary face.  

    The clerk’s fingers, though not as pale as Ruijin’s, were long and well-proportioned, moving deftly over the abacus.  

    Ruili smirked. "Your accountant is quite... youthful."  

    "You flatter us, Young Master Zhang. He’s a scholar who helps out during busy hours at noon and night." The waiter relaxed, then ingratiatingly added, "Shall I call him over to greet you?"  

    "No need." Ruili stopped him. Why trouble such a fine man? "Just send him your best pastries. Calculating must be exhausting."  

    "Right away!"  

    The sight of something beautiful lifted Ruili’s spirits further. Flicking his sleeves, he ascended the stairs in even higher spirits than when he arrived.  

The Rebirth of Crazy ger Chapter 49 Part 5

"It was all just a misunderstanding, Yue ger. Why would Jin ger and Brother Heng be wary of you? You must’ve overthought it."  

Yue ger snapped out of it and shot Mu ger a deep, lingering look - one that sent a chill down Mu ger’s spine, as if something lurking in the shadows had fixed its gaze on him.  

His scalp prickled, but he stiffened his resolve and grabbed Wang Jin’s hand. "Yeah, just a misunderstanding! A-Jin, didn’t you always want to reconcile with Yue ger? Here’s your chance."  

With that, he placed Wang Jin’s hand into Yue ger’s. Yue ger paused for only a split second before curling his fingers around Wang Jin’s in a seemingly friendly grip.  

"I knew I was overreacting. A-Jin and Brother Heng are so kind, why would they distrust me?" Yue ger’s smile was sweet, but his next words dripped with venom. "Let’s reconcile today… and take things slowly from now on."  

The way he said "take things slowly" made Wang Jin’s skin crawl.  

"……" Wang Jin stayed silent. Yuan Heng swiftly pulled Wang Jin’s hand back, tucking it securely into his own palm as he stared coldly at Yue ger.  

Thanks to Mu ger’s earlier spin, the crowd assumed Yuan Heng was just being his usual jealous self. A few beastmen even chuckled good-naturedly at his possessiveness. Yuan Heng ignored them, shielding Wang Jin like a fortress.  

Yue ger’s gaze never left Yuan Heng, burning with an intensity that bordered on obsession.  

The leader frowned and stepped forward, pulling Yue ger into his arms.  

Snapping out of his trance, Yue ger turned and offered the leader a soothing smile.  

To the lovestruck leader, his ger’s smile was the ultimate cure for suspicion. Overjoyed at finally winning the ger’s affection, he felt like he was floating on clouds - all doubts melting away.  

He escorted Yue ger back to their seats, piling his plate high with delicacies as if trying to gift him the entire world.  

Only after Yue ger left did Mu ger realize he was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He leaned toward Wang Jin and whispered, "A-Jin… that guy’s not right. Be careful."  

Wang Jin nodded. He’d noticed.  

Yue ger had just declared war to his face.  

Xi ger, watching from a distance, clenched his fists silently.  

Suddenly, he understood why his friend had agreed to marry the leader, and why he’d chosen such an extreme path.  

He wanted revenge… He’s definitely targeting Wang Jin and Yuan Heng.  

What should I do?  

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After the banquet, Yuan Heng and Wang Jin walked home in stark contrast to their earlier cheer. Wang Jin, who’d skipped to the feast like an excited rabbit, now trudged like a disgruntled goose, swaying with every step.  

Amused, Yuan Heng caught his hand. "Still upset about what happened earlier?"  

Wang Jin glanced up. The man looked devastatingly handsome in the crimson robes he’d tailored - long, sleek, and tied with a red silk ribbon.  

Privately, Wang Jin had designed it to resemble wedding attire, a subtle jab at Yue ger’s marriage. No one in the tribe would recognize the symbolism, but now he regretted it.  

Why did I make him look this good? Now Yue ger’s even more obsessed!  

Gritting his teeth, Wang Jin leaned in and bit Yuan Heng’s arm. "This is your fault for being so irresistible!"  

His glare was lethally charming, enough to steal souls. Yuan Heng’s heartbeat thundered like rapid drumbeats.  

Squeezing Wang Jin’s hand, he said quietly, "He’s married now. Nothing will happen."  

Nothing?! He literally threatened me!  

Wang Jin yanked his hand away.  

Yuan Heng blinked, taken aback by the reaction. "Should I speak to the leader tomorrow?"  

"……" Wang Jin froze.  

Yuan Heng and the leader already had a strained relationship. If Yuan Heng accused Yue ger of still clinging to him, the leader who was head over heels for Yue ger would only blame Yuan Heng.  

After finally settling into the tribe, Yuan Heng had already risked his standing by exiling Ju ger and others for Wang Jin’s sake. If this escalated…  

Wang Jin deflated. "No. You’re right. He’s married, it’s fine."  

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.  

Then, he grabbed Yuan Heng’s collar and hissed, "But you! Stay away from him! No contact whatsoever!"  

Wang Jin was so close his lashes brushed Yuan Heng’s cheek. Puffed up like an angry hamster, his lips puckered unintentionally, as if begging for a kiss.  

Yuan Heng’s throat went dry. He leaned down and pecked those lips. "Never. You’re the only one I want."  

"……!" Wang Jin jumped back, hand flying to his mouth.  

No matter how many times they kissed, it always felt like the first time.  

And no matter how often Yuan Heng said it, his love words never failed to make Wang Jin’s heart race.  

Clutching his chest, Wang Jin bolted home. Yuan Heng watched him go, eyes overflowing with tenderness.  

Back home, Yuan Heng tried to cheer Wang Jin up, but his mood remained sour.  

Finally, Yuan Heng cupped his face. "Tell me. What will make you happy again?"  

Wang Jin almost said he was just tired. But a mischievous idea struck him.  

Spotting the fruit wine nearby, he grinned. "I want to see drunk Brother Heng."  

Yuan Heng followed his gaze to the wine.  

He knew this wine well, it left most ger dizzy, needing their beastmen to carry them home.  

But for a beastman to lose control , that would be dangerous. They had to stay alert to protect their ger.  

Even within the tribe…  

Yuan Heng hesitated. Seeing this, Wang Jin pouted in displeasure.  

"Knew you wouldn’t do it."

Pressing his lips together, he stood up to head to bed.  

With a heavy sigh, Yuan Heng walked over to the fruit wine, uncorked a bottle, and began drinking.  

Wang Jin’s eyes lit up, gleaming with anticipation as he stared at Yuan Heng.  

One bottle after another, Yuan Heng drank relentlessly. By the time the family's entire stock was nearly depleted, his expression remained unchanged.  

Wang Jin’s initial excitement gradually faded into drowsiness.  

As the last bottle was emptied, Wang Jin finally stood. "Forget it. Even after all this, you’re still sober. Guess you really are immune to alcohol. Let’s just sleep."

He tugged Yuan Heng up, and the man obeyed, though his movements seemed oddly sluggish.  

Wang Jin took two steps forward, but Yuan Heng didn’t follow. Instead, he suddenly pulled Wang Jin back, resting his head heavily on his shoulder.  

Wang Jin froze.  

The moment Yuan Heng leaned in, the overwhelming scent of alcohol hit him, so potent it was almost intoxicating on its own.  

He steadied the man, only for Yuan Heng to sway unsteadily, then collapse against him entirely.