My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 13 Part 1

Chapter 13  

"Mother, what happened with Eldest Uncle today? Wasn’t it agreed beforehand that as the eldest of the You family, he would announce the marriage in front of everyone at the banquet?"  

"Why did he instead make excuses about being preoccupied with exam preparations and failing to host properly? Doesn’t this offend the Ji family? As an elder, why didn’t he mention the marriage at all? Uncle Ji left with a dark expression."  

After the You family banquet ended, You Lingxiao, who had just returned home, couldn’t hold back his urgent questions.  

You’s mother, Sun Yuanniang, watched her son fidgeting like "an ant on a hot pan" and replied leisurely, "Look at how impatient you are. You’re a juren now, yet you lack even half the composure."  

[热锅上的蚂蚁 (rè guō shàng de mǎ yǐ): lit. an ant on a hot pan; fig. extremely anxious or restless]  

You Lingxiao suppressed his impatience and softened his tone. "It’s only because you’re here, Mother, and there are no outsiders."  

Sun Yuanniang smiled at his words and beckoned him. "Erlang, come here."  

She pushed a small box on the table forward. "Do you know what this is?"  

Puzzled, You Lingxiao opened the box and took out a translucent jade pendant.  

"Such fine quality, who sent this?"  

Sun Yuanniang’s delight grew. "It’s a congratulatory gift from the Assistant Prefect Xue."  

"Since you’re so anxious to ask why I didn’t bring up your marriage at the banquet, let me explain it to you properly."  

"What the eldest branch said today wasn’t wrong. You’re young, already a juren, with a promising career ahead. Not to mention your handsome appearance, how many scholars in the imperial examinations can compare to you?"  

You Lingxiao immediately grasped his mother’s implication but still asked, "I don’t see how this relates to my engagement with the Ji family."  

"My son, with your career flourishing, how can you let yourself be tied down to such an ordinary in-law family?"  

Sun Yuanniang continued, "The Ji family may be respectable in our village, but beyond here, what are they? Can they pave your way forward?"  

"Mother, are you suggesting we break off the engagement?"  

You Lingxiao blurted out, then quickly added, "No, that’s absolutely out of the question! Not only are Taoyu and I childhood sweethearts deeply in love, but the village head has also treated our family well over the years. Everyone in the village knows about this engagement. If we suddenly back out, think of the gossip! It would damage my reputation and moral standing if I become an official."  

"Mother, we can’t do this, both emotionally and logically."  

"Look how frantic you are. When did I say we should break the engagement? Listen carefully to the stakes here."  

Sun Yuanniang chuckled. "Assistant Prefect Xue thinks highly of you and even sent gifts this time. His daughter is still unmarried, isn’t this an obvious hint?"  

"Though an assistant prefect isn’t the highest rank, I’ve heard his family has generations of officials with extensive connections, stronger than some higher-ranking ones. With a powerful in-law family, your career will surely advance smoothly. This is a rare opportunity!"  

She warned him sternly, "Passing the provincial exam is remarkable, but in Jiangnan, juren aren’t rare. Many end up struggling because they lack strategy. Erlang, if you don’t seize this chance, you’ll regret it later."  

"The Xue family hasn’t made it explicit because they’re waiting to see how you perform in the spring exams, it’s all about weighing pros and cons. Here’s my suggestion: focus entirely on preparing for the exams. If the Xue family’s offer falls through afterward, we’ll proceed with marrying the Ji family’s ger. If it works out, you can still keep Taoyu in mind. After all, men often have multiple wives and concubines. We’ll bring him over then. By that time, you’ll be a jinshi, and it won’t be beneath him."  

You Lingxiao hesitated. "The village head only has Taoyu as his child. Would he really agree to let him become a concubine?"  

Sun Yuanniang noticed his resistance had weakened, indicating he was considering keeping options open.  

Pleased, she coaxed, "Silly child, though the Ji family dotes on their only ger, who wouldn’t want to benefit from their child’s connections? The Ji family is probably desperate to rely on you for tax exemptions, wasn’t that their goal from the start?"  

"Being your concubine isn’t the same as serving some old man decades older. It’s no disgrace. Of course, they’ll still put on a show of anger, appearances must be kept. But you know what they truly want."  

You Lingxiao remained silent.  

Sun Yuanniang then adopted a pleading tone. "Lingxiao, as a widow, raising your sister until her marriage and supporting your studies, do you know how hard it’s been?"  

"All these years, you’ve only focused on studying. Do you know the hardships I’ve endured? Your uncles looked down on our family. After your father died, instead of pitying us orphans and widows, their mockery became routine. Life was so hard I had no choice but to arrange your engagement to that sickly Ji family ger in exchange for their support."  

"If your talents were mediocre, passing the county exam would’ve been enough. Out of gratitude for the Ji family’s help, I wouldn’t have considered alternatives. But Heaven blessed you with such brilliance. With this rare opportunity before us, how can we let it slip? If a man doesn’t act for himself, Heaven and Earth will destroy him. We’re just securing an extra path for ourselves."  

Seeing the shrewdness in his mother’s expression, You Lingxiao asked, "So Eldest Uncle’s speech today was to stall the Ji family?"  

"Keep them placated while we buy time, alright?" Sun Yuanniang looked heartbroken. "Lingxiao, you wouldn’t disappoint your mother, would you?"  

"We’re not refusing to marry Taoyu, just delaying it slightly. It makes no difference. In the end, it’ll be better for both of you."  

You Lingxiao struggled inwardly. At this ambitious age, he yearned for grand achievements, yet he was also at the stage of youthful romance, fearing he might lose his beloved for the sake of advancement.  

Sun Yuanniang saw he was swayed and clasped his hand. "Lingxiao, don’t blame your mother for being calculating and unfeeling. The three of us have come this far only through great difficulty."  

"Do you know how much money brushes, paper, and books cost? Education drains wealth like water. If I hadn’t schemed, how could I have funded you to become a juren? Life has just begun improving, we can’t slack now."  

You Lingxiao’s eyes reddened. He knew how his elder sister had been forced into a distant marriage to pay his tuition.  

That’s why the conflict tore at him so painfully. "I understand, Mother."  

Sun Yuanniang wiped her eyes. "Only the two of us share the same heart now. Your uncles just want to ride your coattails. We must step on these profit-driven people to go far."  

"Tomorrow, go early to thank Assistant Prefect Xue, you know how to handle it. Then visit the Ji family afterward to keep them steady and avoid complications."  

You Lingxiao immediately said, "I’ll go apologize to Uncle Ji now."  

But Sun Yuanniang stopped him. "You’re tired today. Rest well and go tomorrow, no need to rush. Besides, the village head must still be furious. Why provoke him further? For the clan’s sake, he’ll come around and won’t dare hold a grudge against you."  

You Lingxiao paused. "Alright then."

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 98 Part 2

    Then, suddenly, Emperor Changde fell still. His eyes remained open, but he lay motionless. Gan Yongfu, panicked, called his name over and over, but there was no response. Just as he turned to demand the physicians again, they arrived. Not just one, but the entire roster of the Imperial Hospital.  

    The physicians took turns examining Emperor Changde. When Gan Yongfu pressed for answers, their faces fell, one after another.  

    The chief physician spoke first. "The oil is exhausted, the lamp dies out. His Majesty's vitality is exhausted. I fear…"  

[油盡燈枯 (yóu jìn dēng kū): lit. The oil is exhausted, the lamp dies out; fig. Life has reached its end.]  

    Gan Yongfu refused to accept this. "Impossible! His Majesty was perfectly well earlier, how could he suddenly be at death’s door? Chief Physician, this is Emperor Changde, you cannot be careless!"  

    "Eunuch Gan, how could we dare be careless with His Majesty’s health? Ask any physician here, the diagnosis is unanimous."  

    Emperor Changde, still conscious, heard every word. He tried to speak, but no sound came. He tried to rise, but only his fingers twitched.  

    "Vitality exhausted." Emperor Changde turned the phrase over in his mind and understood. This was Yue Heng’s trap.  

    The antidote, the physicians, the verdict of natural death - all to absolve Yue Heng of patricide and regicide.  

    That beast! That traitor!

    Emperor Changde enraged inwardly, filled with regret. He should have thrown Yue Heng into the cold palace with Cao Lan'er to suffer. Or helped Cao Lan'er finish him off in childhood.  

    Yue Heng had killed Cao Lan'er. A wave of terror gripped Emperor Changde. Was he about to die?  

    As if in answer, the voices around him grew distant. His eyelids grew heavy, sliding shut - never to open again.  

    Emperor Changde was dead.  

    He passed before the physicians could examine him a second time. It took a long moment for anyone to notice.  

    The physicians dropped to their knees at once.  

    Gan Yongfu stood frozen in disbelief, unwilling to accept Emperor Changde’s death. He checked for breath again and again - then staggered back, collapsing to the floor.  

    Finally, the pain of the fall jolted him back to reality. He wailed, "Your Majesty!"  

    Yue Heng rose and said to Jiang Lin and the others, "You may leave the palace now. Inform Fifth Brother, tell him to come at once."  

    Yue Heng had brought them to witness Emperor Changde’s death, to see his agony, his silent passing.  

    It might not fully quell their hatred, but it was the most he could do. After all, he couldn’t carve Emperor Changde to pieces - not with his status.  

    After urging Yue Heng to be careful, Jiang Lin and the others departed.  

    The physicians were dismissed soon after, leaving only Yue Heng, Gan Yongfu, and Emperor Changde’s corpse.  

    Yue Heng smiled at Gan Yongfu. "Such loyalty, Eunuch Gan."  

    Gan Yongfu tensed. "Does Your Highness mean to kill me as well?"  

    "Of course not. A loyal servant like you should live...to prove my innocence."  

    "The medicine… it was the medicine!" Gan Yongfu realized. No wonder Yue Heng hadn’t feared the physicians, he must have tampered with the antidote long ago.  

    Yue Heng shook his head. "Not the medicine. His time was simply up. You should thank me, my antidote prolonged his life. Otherwise, he’d have died sooner."  

    "I told you, it was his greed."  

    "Well, Eunuch Gan? Do you believe me now?"  

    Gan Yongfu stared blankly, unsure how to respond, unable to distinguish truth from lies. The only certainty was that Yue Heng seemed intent on sparing him.  

    "You’re a smart man, Eunuch Gan. You know what can and cannot be said. Announce His Majesty’s passing, no one should be kept waiting."  

    With that, Yue Heng turned and left, not sparing Emperor Changde’s corpse a single glance. There was no grief, only indifference.  

    News of Emperor Changde’s death spread swiftly beyond the palace walls. Since the abdication decree the day before, officials and concubines had braced themselves, though it had come faster than expected.  

    The Fifth Prince, Yue Cheng, entered the palace to take charge, assisted by Yue Heng. Everything proceeded smoothly.  

    Observers noted the lack of rivalry between the two. If anything, Yue Heng seemed to yield willingly. The new Emperor would undoubtedly be the Fifth Prince.  

    The imperial funeral lasted three days, with officials in mourning attire and commoners in white. A month of abstinence followed - no alcohol, music, weddings, or slaughter for forty-nine days.  

    The imperial family observed a year of mourning, as was customary.  

    The once-bustling capital grew quiet. Fearful of violating taboos, people stayed indoors, leaving the streets nearly empty.  

    The only disruption came when the deposed Crown Prince, who was frail and ill, forced his way to Emperor Changde’s bier to lament his injustice, only to faint after a few sharp words from Yue Heng.  

    On the seventh day, the Eldest Prince, Yue Ge, arrived from the border, worn out from his journey and weary.  

    From death to burial, over half a month passed. It took another month for officials and commoners alike to resume normal life.  

    Then, on an auspicious day, the new Emperor ascended the throne. Officials bowed in homage. The era name changed to Yongning—Eternal Peace.  

____

    Wei Yunzhao walked home in court robes. Jiang Lin greeted him at the gate, beaming, and threw himself into his arms. "First time I’ve seen you return on foot in court robes. My husband is so handsome."  

    Wei Yunzhao caught his hand and kissed it. "My wife is even more beautiful, the most beautiful in my eyes."  

    "Of course!"  

    Jiang Lin grinned proudly, leading Wei Yunzhao inside. As they stepped into the courtyard, warm winter sunlight bathed them in brightness.  

    Jiang Lin pointed upward. "Look, the skies have changed."  

  

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Handing Over the Body  

If it were the Mu Lichuan of his past life, who knew nothing, he naturally wouldn’t understand the concept of soul possession. But he couldn’t afford to be careless. In his past life, his soul had been coveted by Mu Xiaolin, likely for refinement purposes. Yet, for some unknown reason, he had been reborn at the age of fifteen and encountered "Xiao Mo" inside his body.  

"Your weak, pathetic body isn’t even worth my attention. Once I find my own body, I’ll leave." As if sensing Mu Lichuan’s thoughts, Xiao Mo spoke disdainfully.  

Mu Lichuan wasn’t particularly bothered by Xiao Mo’s attitude. "Since you say it’s a weak, pathetic body, then why do you still—" Before he could finish, a searing pain shot through him. Clearly, the corrosive power of the dark energy was far stronger than he had anticipated, and the barrier was about to collapse.  

He knew he had no other choice, but the thought of surrendering his body to another soul filled him with sorrow.  

"Well? Your decision - die now or take a gamble?" Xiao Mo’s voice was icy, showing no concern for the harshness of his words.  

"I’ll hand my body over to you. What do I need to do?" Mu Lichuan had no intention of dying here. For him, reborn as he was, death would be meaningless.  

Following Xiao Mo’s instructions, he emptied his willpower completely. Then, he watched as his hands formed a complex seal, releasing a blinding light that shot straight into the darkness. A scream followed, and the dark energy gradually dissipated.  

"Your body’s yours again." As soon as Xiao Mo spoke, Mu Lichuan regained control. He felt a twinge of guilt for his earlier suspicions - measuring a nobleman’s heart with a petty mind.  

[以小人之心度君子之腹 (yǐ xiǎo rén zhī xīn duó jūn zǐ zhī fù): lit. measure a nobleman’s heart with a petty mind; fig. misjudge someone’s intentions due to one’s own narrow-mindedness.]  

"Your body can’t withstand my soul. If I stay too long, you’ll explode and die." Xiao Mo’s tone remained cold before he retreated into silence to recuperate.  

Mu Lichuan pressed his lips together, silent. The banquet hall was now littered with corpses, most hadn't escaped this calamity. Surprisingly, Mu Xiaolin was still alive, which shocked him.  

"Mu Lichuan! No, you’re not Mu Lichuan!" Mu Xiaolin refused to believe that Mu Lichuan, a supposed good-for-nothing, could possess a cultivator’s magic, let alone resist the power within him.  

A voice in the darkness had guided him, teaching him how to control his power without losing himself. Now, all his efforts had been ruined.  

"Lichuan!" At that moment, Mu Xiaoran rushed in, his face paling at the scene. Even if they dealt with Mu Xiaolin, the Mu family would likely become a target of public condemnation.  

This massacre was different from the last. Even the patriarch of the Mo family and prominent business leaders of Chuan City had died. There would be no way to explain this.  

"Kill me? You’ll need the ability first!" Mu Xiaolin laughed, though his eyes held no mirth.  

Mu Xiaoran quickly pulled the boy behind him. "Pfft—" His face turned deathly pale as he trembled and gasped, "A… a demonic cultivator…"  

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Lichuan saw a figure materialize in the air - a man in black robes, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if they were nothing but ants. "Die…" Even as an illusion, Mu Lichuan understood the intent. Then, a massive wave of dark energy surged toward them, leaving no time to dodge.

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 12 Part 2

The eldest uncle hadn’t met Huo Shu before, but the man’s imposing stature and aura had caught his eye earlier.  

Standing out among the villagers, Huo Shu was hard to miss.  

Assuming he was a friend of You Lingxiao’s from the city, the eldest uncle had planned to greet him properly after dealing with Yuan Huiru. To his surprise, Huo Shu silently followed her inside.  

Suddenly, he recalled the recent adoption ceremony in the village, for which the You family’s elders had been invited as witnesses.  

Preoccupied with banquet preparations, he hadn’t inquired further. Now, everything clicked.  

Noticing Huo Shu’s extraordinary presence, despite his cold demeanor, the eldest uncle felt no displeasure. Instead, he grew more enthusiastic.  

"You must be Yuan niangzi’s foster son! Truly as impressive as they say. Our humble home offers modest hospitality, please make yourself at home."  

The eldest uncle smiled. "Escort Yuan niangzi and her foster son to the courtyard seats. Serve them tea and fruits."  

The phrase "courtyard seats" carried subtle implications. Seating in the courtyard was divided into three tiers:  

1. Central tables (highest status, closest to the hosts)  

2. Secondary tables (middling status)  

3. Outer tables (lowest status, farthest from the hosts)  

While the food and drink were identical at all tables, placement reflected social standing and familiarity.  

Villagers like Yuan Huiru would typically be relegated to the outer tables. However, upon seeing Huo Shu, the eldest uncle upgraded them to the secondary tier.  

Such arrangements were tacitly understood. Yuan Huiru, delighted by the preferential treatment, beamed brighter.  

Huo Shu, too, sensed the underlying dynamics.  

The northern frontier had similar customs, though less elaborate than Tongzhou’s. There, only the most distinguished or intimate guests sat at the main table, while the rest found their own spots.  

Glancing around the You family, he mused: Such a small pond, yet so many ripples. 

"Village Head, you’ve finally arrived!"  

As a Master Beverage attendant brought drinks, Huo Shu raised a cup of tea to his lips—only to pause at the familiar voice from the entrance.  

Lowering the cup, he spotted the newcomer standing between Ji Yangzong and Huang Manjing. His brow twitched.  

Ji Taoyu wore a plain white robe with a duck-egg-blue cloak, understated yet strikingly eye-catching.  

His natural beauty required little embellishment, and the rare choice of white fabric in the countryside ensured all eyes would be drawn to him.  

Attending a banquet at his future husband’s home, he’s certainly dressed to impress. 

Huo Shu set the teacup down.  

Wearing white on a muddy, rainy day—bold choice

Just then, his peripheral vision caught Ji Taoyu adjusting his hairpin after greeting the You elders.  

Following the movement, Huo Shu recognized the ornament.  

His eyebrows lifted slightly, and his gaze softened. He picked up the discarded teacup again.  

The Ji family lingered at the entrance for some time before entering the courtyard and taking their seats at the main table.  

Shortly after, the guest of honor - You Lingxiao finally appeared in splendid attire, personally serving tea to Ji Taoyu’s parents and presenting him with pastries. The villagers murmured praises of You Lingxiao’s humility and envied Ji Yangzong’s foresight in securing such a match.  

Apart from Ji Yangzong’s immediate family, the rest of the Ji clan were seated at secondary tables, mingling with other guests. The men shared Huo Shu’s table, where they exchanged greetings with him. Yuan Huiru sat at the adjacent table for women and gers, relieved to see Huo Shu engaging in conversation despite his usual reticence.  

The You family welcomed many guests, not just villagers but also city visitors bearing lavish gifts, much to the villagers’ awe.  

After some idle chatter, the banquet officially commenced around noon.  

From his seat facing the main table, Huo Shu’s gaze drifted to Ji Taoyu’s table.  

Though men and women/gers were seated separately, Ji Taoyu’s placement spoke volumes - flanked by You's mother on his left and his own mother on his right, with You's mother frequently serving him dishes.  

Midway through the feast, the You family’s eldest uncle and You Lingxiao delivered speeches.  

"Today, kin, friends, and neighbors gather under one roof. Thanks to your support, I stand here today. I raise this cup in deepest gratitude."  

The crowd set down their chopsticks and applauded.  

Next, the eldest uncle spoke: "My nephew has studied diligently since childhood. Heaven rewards the worthy, his efforts have borne fruit at last."  

"Lingxiao, ambitious as ever, refuses to rest on his laurels. He will continue his studies for the imperial examinations, striving to bring honor to our Mingxun Village and secure a future we can all rely on!"  

"After this banquet, he must devote himself entirely to his studies. Any oversights in hospitality are unintentional, we beg your understanding. A toast to you all!"  

The speech was artfully crafted: You Lingxiao’s scholarly dedication took precedence, implying guests should refrain from imposing during his exam preparations. Once he achieved greater success, he wouldn’t forget their kindness.  

The villagers, of course, responded with approval and delight.  

Yet Ji Yangzong detected something amiss. Though the entire village had witnessed his stern rebuke of the You family, he remained silent, waiting to gauge their next move.  

To his disappointment, the You family made no further concessions. Instead, they invited him to speak.  

As village head, it was fitting for Ji Yangzong to offer congratulations on the village’s rising talent. He delivered a polished speech, concluding with a pointed look at You Lingxiao:  

"You Erlang, don't disappoint everyone’s expectations."  

You Lingxiao caught the subtext. Frowning, he glanced at his mother, who shot him a warning look. Inhaling deeply, he forced a smile and clasped his hands.  

"I, Lingxiao, shall remain steadfast in my studies, striving to repay the trust of my fellow villagers."  

Yet his words failed to satisfy Ji Yangzong, who enunciated slowly:  

"That would be for the best."  

Having tangled with the You family for years, Ji Yangzong could smell gunpowder in the slightest breeze. The tension between the two families became palpable, even to Huo Shu at his table.  

His eyebrow arched as he observed Ji Taoyu across the way: So, this ‘Brother Lingxiao’ seems to be having second thoughts.

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 164 Part 2

    Fenggu Town bustled as usual, and even the Li family remained "lively." After seeing off the doctor who had come to check his pulse, Lu Wen lay down with the help of a maid. His face was pale, and he clenched the quilt, his thoughts uneasy.  

    A few days ago, he had provoked Luo Hongchou with a few words, pretending to weep and act aggrieved. He had planned to complain to Li Mingshan upon his return, ensuring the man would side with him. Since both of them were pregnant, the old madam often invited him to meals and operas, so he had seen Luo Hongchou frequently. The woman disliked him, and he resented her in turn; after all, he and Li Mingshan had met first. Their rivalry had grown increasingly overt.  

    Crying and anger were bad for the fetus. If he wept, Li Mingshan would surely comfort him. As for Luo Hongchou, with her fiery temper, she might even struggle to keep her child. But Luo Hongchou, infuriated by his delicate, tearful act, had shoved him in a rage.  

    When he saw blood, Lu Wen nearly fainted in panic. If he lost the child, how would he establish himself in the Li family? Fortunately, the situation stabilized, and there were no signs of miscarriage.  

    He was shrewd. Knowing that bleeding was no small matter, he intended to use it against Luo Hongchou. After his fall, he heard the family erupt into chaos - some shouting for a doctor, others calling for the young master.  

    But while his pregnancy was stable, he then learned that Li Mingshan had fallen ill - afflicted with a filthy disease in his lower regions. Not only was the area ulcerated, but after days of carousing in the brothel without leaving the prostitute’s room, he had also contracted other acute ailments. It was utterly disgraceful. After becoming pregnant, Lu Wen had known Li Mingshan had resumed his brothel visits, but he couldn’t control it and had turned a blind eye. Who could have predicted this outcome?  

    With Li Mingshan’s crisis, Lu Wen had wanted to seek the old madam’s support but had no choice but to abandon the idea. The Li family’s focus was entirely on treating Li Mingshan’s illness, no one blamed Luo Hongchou for pushing him.  

    Lu Gu knew nothing of others’ affairs. His world revolved around his family and their livelihood. Without work, how could they earn their keep? There was sewing to do and rabbits to feed. Guaizi was always jealous, so he had to watch to ensure he didn’t bully the other dogs. He was very busy.  

    Early the next morning, Shen Xuanqing caught two fat rabbits and took them to the old house to slaughter. By mid-morning, Luo Biao arrived as expected.  

    Lu Gu had just propped his washed shoes against the wall to dry in a couple of days when he heard a call of "Sister-in-law." He turned and hurriedly invited Luo Biao inside, pouring water while calling for Shen Xuanqing, who was building the pigpen in the backyard.  

    "Sister-in-law, this is osmanthus cake made by the chefs at my workplace, a bit different from what’s sold outside. I brought some for you to try." Luo Biao pointed at the package on the table.  

    Lu Gu rarely initiated conversation with men, and being unfamiliar, he only nodded with a timid, awkward smile. "You’re too kind."  

    Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing soon came from the backyard. Seeing Luo Biao had brought wine again, Shen Yaoqing laughed. "Perfect timing. Erqing slaughtered the rabbits this morning. Let’s go to the old house and relax, we’ll have wine and meat for lunch."  

    After washing their hands, they didn’t delay, locking the courtyard gate before heading to the old house together.  

    While slicing the rabbit meat, Shen Xuanqing entered the kitchen. He had once heard of the elegant dish called "Bo Xia Gong (拨霞供)." The method was simple, just cut the rabbit meat into thin slices, dip them in boiling water to cook, and eat with a savory or spicy dipping sauce tailored to individual taste.  

    Lu Gu had never heard of it. After entering, he picked up a knife and began slicing the meat thinly.  

    "So that’s how it’s done." After watching for a moment, Lu Gu understood and took another knife to slice the second rabbit. Working together, they finished quickly.  

    The wok and clay stove were convenient. Today was cloudy, the sun occasionally blocked, so it wasn’t as warm as yesterday. To prevent wind from blowing dust into the pot, they moved the stove into the main room.  

    It was Lu Gu’s first time eating rabbit meat this way, and he found it novel. Sitting beside Shen Xuanqing, he followed his earlier instructions, using chopsticks to swish a thin slice of meat in the boiling water. The thin slice cooked quickly.  

    "It’s quite like that hot pot dish, sliced raw meat cooked in the broth," Wei Lanxiang remarked. She had heard Shen Shunfu mention hot pot before and had never forgotten it. Though they weren’t having hot pot today, this "Bo Xia Gong" was similarly novel, with its refined name. She smiled broadly, equally intrigued.  

    With three young men present, and Shen Xuanqing and Shen Yaoqing accustomed to hard labor, their appetites were substantial. After finishing two fat rabbits, Lu Gu went to the kitchen to slice half a head of Chinese cabbage and two radishes. The clear broth, now flavored by the rabbit meat, made a fragrant base for cooking the vegetables.  

    The meal was both fresh and hearty, leaving them warm and satisfied. Even while washing dishes in the kitchen, Lu Gu smiled slightly. Eating meat in winter was the greatest joy.

Rebirth to Erase Dark History Chapter 56 Part 1

Chapter 56: Going to the Capital  

After Li Wen’s funeral, once all the guests had left, Yang Jiabo sat quietly by the mourning hall folding joss paper. His second aunt came over and handed him a letter from Li Wen’s belongings.  

“Jiajia, this is a letter Xiao Wen wrote for you. It’s just a shame he never got to send it before the accident. Don’t be too sad, this was his fate.”  

Yang Jiabo stiffened, his hands trembling as he took the letter. Seeing the words “To Yang Jiabo” on the envelope and “From Li Wen” as the sender, he hesitated, unable to bring himself to open it. 

Fate? But this wasn’t his fate at all.  

“Jiajia, stop looking so gloomy, like something out of a horror movie.” Zhang Qiang sat down beside him and started folding paper alongside him. “The dead can’t come back to life, but the living must keep living.”  

Yang Jiabo: “I know that.”  

“If you know, then that’s enough. I’m not one for comforting words anyway. It’s just that your expression is giving me a stomachache, I can’t ignore it even if I try. When I have time, I’ll take you out for drinks. Drowning your sorrows helps—no problem can’t be solved with a good drink.” Zhang Qiang patted his shoulder and sauntered off, as unreliable as ever. Yang Jiabo wondered why he even got along with this guy.  

No sooner had one left than another arrived. Zhou Lingling walked over and sat beside Yang Jiabo, hesitating before speaking. “Jiajia, there’s something I want to say to you.”  

“Go ahead.” Yang Jiabo’s tone was indifferent.  

Though Zhou Lingling wasn’t a member of the Li family by name, she was the first college student in the Li family. The Li family adored her and had long forgotten what she’d done in the past, never considering how much she might have hurt Yang Jiabo.  

“I was wrong before. I was young and impulsive, and I ended up hurting you. I’ve always felt guilty, I’m sorry.” Zhou Lingling’s voice grew quieter.  

“I accept your apology, but I won’t forgive you. An apology doesn’t erase the harm done, so you can keep feeling guilty.” Yang Jiabo’s tone didn’t change. He didn’t care about her apology, nor did he have the energy to play happy family with her.  

“I understand.” Zhou Lingling sounded dejected. “Also… don’t blame yourself too much. What happened to Second Cousin wasn’t your fault.”  

“Mm.” Even though everyone told him it wasn’t his fault, Yang Jiabo couldn’t let it go.  

He continued folding joss paper, but his mind was fixated on the letter in his pocket. He wanted to read it but didn’t dare, torn between the two impulses.  

“What are you lazing around here for? Go help clean up. After all this time, you’re still as lazy as ever.” His eldest uncle stormed in, berating Yang Jiabo without hesitation.  

Yang Jiabo glanced up at him but ignored him, meticulously folding another paper ingot.  

“What’s with that attitude?”  

“Eldest Brother, leave Jiajia alone. Didn’t you see how busy he’s been these past few days? With so many people helping, what’s wrong with letting him rest for a bit?” Yang Jianjun, who had been keeping an eye on Yang Jiabo, immediately grew displeased at the eldest uncle’s tone.  

The eldest uncle wanted to argue, but the second uncle pulled him away. Yang Jianjun sat beside Yang Jiabo and asked, “Your eldest uncle’s always been like that, don’t mind him. You’ve been exhausted these past few days. Let’s go home.”  

“Okay.” Yang Jiabo nodded. With the funeral over, people kept popping up one after another, making it impossible for him to find peace. Going home was better.  

Yang Jianjun informed the second uncle before leaving with Yang Jiabo. The Li relatives tried to get Yang Jianjun to chauffeur them around a few more times, but the second uncle stopped them. He knew Yang Jiabo hadn’t been himself lately, and Yang Jianjun was keeping a close watch on him, he didn’t have time for trivial matters.  

That night, back at home, Yang Jiabo sat at his desk in a daze. The main light in the study was off, leaving only the desk lamp to illuminate a small area. Under its glow lay Li Wen’s final letter to him.  

Yang Jianjun stood at the study door, watching him worriedly. “Jiajia, you haven’t rested properly these past few days. Go to bed early.”  

“I know.” Yang Jiabo responded absentmindedly, his attention entirely on the letter. He took a deep breath and carefully used a letter opener to slit the envelope open, his hands trembling slightly the entire time.  

Jiajia  

Hope this letter finds you well!  

Nowadays, with phones and mobiles, staying in touch is easy. But some words, some things, are hard to say over the phone, so I thought I’d write you a letter.  

As the eldest son, my parents always favored the younger ones. And I was a bit of a troublemaker, always running around in the mountains or rivers, even talking back to them. Compared to my obedient, hardworking second brother and clever little sister, I was full of flaws.  

Before I even finished elementary school, my parents didn’t want me to continue studying. In a fit of anger, I burned my textbooks. In the end, it was Grandma who insisted I finish middle school. If not for her, I wouldn’t have been able to join the army. I’ll always be grateful to her.  

Besides Grandma, the person I want to thank is you. All our relatives doted on Second Brother and Little Sister, only you ever took my side. Truth be told, I used to envy you, the spoiled only child, even though you always stood up for me. Sorry about that, I was young and didn’t know better. But I looked after you too, so let’s call it even, okay?  

Before joining the army, I was lost. I didn’t want to stay in that remote mountain village, but I didn’t know what else I could do. Every day felt meaningless. My dad couldn’t stand it, so beatings and scoldings were common. My temper grew worse, and I couldn’t control myself. I was desperate to escape but had nowhere to go.  

So when you asked if I wanted to join the army, I was overjoyed. I happily enlisted, and though the training was tough and the adjustment hard, I was happy.  

I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to stay in the army, so I trained hard and pushed myself. Finally, I got the chance to stay. It felt like a dream—one day, I was just an ordinary villager, and the next, I was a soldier.  

Your dad was right, I was born for the army. Here, I’m like a bird returning to the sky or a fish back in the ocean. All my strengths could shine. To sound a little cheesy, I found the meaning of my life.  

Notice how my writing’s improved? Brother’s telling you, brother looks damn good in uniform, not many can match my spirit. I’ve included a photo so you can see for yourself.  

Well, that’s all. You know how bad my Chinese grades were. Writing this much is already a miracle, it’s all from the heart. We’ll talk about the rest over the phone. Honestly, I miss Mom and Dad. That brat Little Sister has probably been badmouthing me, keep an eye on her for me. I’ll deal with her when I get back.  

Has Second Brother learned to eat spicy food yet? He’s already pale as a sheet and can’t tan, and now he won’t even touch chili? He is too girly and needs some serious toughening up.  

Alright, I can’t write anymore. I’ll bring you some candied fruit when I’m back. You’ll be over the moon, you sugar-loving mouse.  

Li Wen (Your Brother)  

September 2, 2004

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 98 Part 1

Chapter 98  

    Yue Heng took Jiang Lin and the others straight to Emperor Changde's bedchamber. The Emperor lay weakly on the bed, but his eyes were fixed on Yue Heng, filled with fury and unwillingness.  

    Aside from them and Emperor Changde, only a loyal servant - Gan Yongfu stood guard.  

    Gan Yongfu watched Jiang Lin and the others warily and said to Yue Heng, "Your Highness, we agreed, tonight, you would give His Majesty the antidote. What is the meaning of this?"  

    Yue Heng took out a small porcelain bottle. "I didn’t say I wouldn’t. I invited them here to bear witness."  

    As for what they were witnessing, Yue Heng didn’t elaborate.  

    Gan Yongfu took the porcelain bottle, examined the pill inside carefully, and confirmed it matched the antidote Yue Heng had shown them before. Only then did he fetch warm water and help Emperor Changde swallow it.  

    The medicine took effect quickly. Before long, Emperor Changde looked more alert, alert enough to get out of bed and curse Yue Heng.  

    "You traitor! What new scheme are you plotting with these rebels? I’ve already passed the throne to the Fifth Prince. No matter what you do, you won’t succeed!"  

    Yue Heng stepped forward to support Emperor Changde. "I’ve told you before, the throne was never my goal. You just refused to believe me."  

    Emperor Changde shoved him away. "Get lost! I don’t need your false kindness. I misjudged you, I never imagined you were so ruthless and ambitious. But don’t celebrate yet. Once the Fifth Prince ascends, he’ll deal with you."  

    Emperor Changde was confident. With Yue Heng’s audacity and cruelty, the Fifth Prince would surely eliminate him to secure his own reign.  

    Emperor Changde glared coldly at Yue Heng, waiting for the day of his death.  

    Yue Heng could guess his thoughts and inwardly sighed. A man destined to die before him would never live to see that day.  

    Yue Heng spread his hands, feigning innocence. "Fine. If you insist on thinking that way, then so be it."  

    But his attitude only made Emperor Changde more suspicious. Convinced Yue Heng had another scheme, he leaned on Gan Yongfu and pointed at Yue Heng, ready to unleash another tirade when a fit of violent coughing overtook him.  

    Emperor Changde doubled over, coughing violently, his outstretched finger trembling. Gan Yongfu, alarmed, turned to call for a physician, but in that moment of distraction, Emperor Changde coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the floor.  

    "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what’s wrong? Someone—fetch the physicians!"  

    Gan Yongfu, panicked, tried to lift Emperor Changde, but the man curled into a ball, convulsing not just from coughing but from pain. The pain was so intense his face twisted, sweat beading on his forehead.  

    Yue Heng clasped his hands behind his back and explained to Jiang Lin and the others, "Had he not taken the antidote, he might have passed peacefully. But greed has its price."  

    Emperor Changde clearly heard him. Gritting his teeth, he forced out a few words: "Traitor… you… won’t…"  

    "I won’t die well? I know. Save your breath, you’ll need it to savor your final moments."  

    Emperor Changde, enraged, coughed even harder.  

    "Cough… I’ll… kill you… cough… It hurts… it hurts…"  

    Gan Yongfu, heartbroken, rebuked Yue Heng. "Your Highness, this is regicide! How dare you!"  

    "Gan Yongfu, you should know by now how bold I am. As for regicide, you’ll need proof. What I gave you was the real antidote."  

    Gan Yongfu refused to believe it. "If it were the antidote, why would His Majesty be in such agony? It’s not too late, hand over the real antidote now, or… with the crime of regicide on your hands, you won’t fare well."  

    Yue Heng smiled. "Then wait and see how I fare. Summon the physicians."  

    Gan Yongfu’s earlier shouts had gone unanswered, but the moment Yue Heng spoke, someone rushed to obey.  

    Before the physicians arrived, Gan Yongfu struggled to lift Emperor Changde back onto the bed. Yue Heng, meanwhile, sat leisurely, fan in hand, utterly unperturbed.  

    Jiang Lin and the others became mere spectators as Emperor Changde’s pain escalated - from curling into a ball to writhing across the bed, screaming in agony.  

    He tried to curse, but the pain reduced his words to broken, powerless gasps.  

    Gan Yongfu hovered anxiously, glancing repeatedly at the door, afraid to leave Emperor Changde’s side lest Jiang Lin and the others harm him. Sweat dripped from his brow.  

    "Does he look pitiful now?" Yue Heng mused. "But what about those who died at his command? Were they any less pitiful? We didn't witness their final moments, did they suffer like this 'ruler of life and death,' begging for mercy only to be killed without pity?"

    How many innocents had perished by Emperor Changde’s decree? No one had counted, but the deaths of Concubine Li, Wei Su, Su Yuan, and countless soldiers were enough to deem his suffering deserved.  

    Jiang Lin shook his head, unmoved by Emperor Changde’s plight. A wicked man, even in old age, remained wicked—his crimes unchanged.  

    Su Qiao also shook her head, her gaze icy as it rested on Emperor Changde. "I’ll never forget how the Su and Lu families died, over a hundred lives."  

    Wei Yunzhao said nothing, but his thoughts were clear, the death of his father left no room for pity.  

    Only Gan Yongfu objected. "Your Highness, this is Emperor Changde, your father! How can you speak this way?"  

    Yue Heng’s lips curled in mockery.  

    Emperor Changde, resilient despite his agony, still found the strength to curse Yue Heng between coughs. But Yue Heng ignored him, watching him with cold eyes.  

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Critical Moment  

Mu Lichuan curled his lips into a mocking smile. "What do you think?" He knew all of this was closely tied to a certain spirit—otherwise, he would have long turned to ashes, let alone anything else.  

"It's you! This was all your scheme!" Suddenly, Mu Xiaolin erupted with immense hatred, and the barrier shrank once more. Instead, a wave of dark energy surged toward them.  

Mu Mu Changnian's entire body stiffened, his face quickly overtaken by a terrifying black aura. "Why?" His eyes were filled with terror, and from the corner of his vision, he could clearly see many people fleeing in panic, even recoiling from the oppressive energy.  

"I hate you!" Unlike before, Mu Xiaolin still retained some semblance of rationality this time. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with madness. "If not for you, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!"  

He wanted to slaughter every last member of the Mu family, make them taste his power, make them regret ever crossing him.  

Mu Mu Changnian's lips trembled as if trying to speak, but no words came out. His head tilted to the side - dead, his eyes wide open in unwillingness.  

What was supposed to be a joyous engagement banquet had turned into a battlefield of carnage. Those who failed to escape in time collapsed lifelessly, their lives extinguished in an instant.  

Mu Xiwang had also been given a protective barrier by the patriarch. Gripping Mu Lichuan’s hand, he tried to flee in another direction, but Mu Xiaolin seemed to anticipate their escape, cutting them off.  

"Trying to run? Why not leave your lives behind instead?" This time, Mu Xiaolin was not out of control. Watching those people die before him filled him with a perverse satisfaction. He could feel the energy inside him growing stronger, as if something was howling - hungry, demanding to devour them all...  

"Mu Xiaolin! Turn back before it's too late!" Mu Xiwang roared, his face desperate, hoping his father would arrive in time.  

"Turn back? All I know is that if I don’t kill you all, it’ll be my end." Mu Xiaolin’s voice was soft, but laced with venom.  

"Of course, old man, if you hand over Mu Lichuan, I’ll let you go." In his eyes, everything was Mu Lichuan’s fault.  

Mu Xiwang immediately shielded Mu Lichuan. "Never!" Though he didn’t know what tricks Lichuan had up his sleeve, the fact that the dark energy didn’t affect him proved he was the Mu family’s only hope.  

"Then you can die with the rest." With a vicious snarl, Mu Xiaolin moved - too fast to see, and a pitch-black light pierced through Mu Xiwang. The barrier shattered uselessly, and in an instant, his body withered into a desiccated husk.  

In Mu Lichuan’s eyes, his grandfather had turned into a mummy, flesh and blood completely drained away.

"Grandfather!" he screamed, but his voice was swallowed by the black miasma.  

"Get out of here. My spiritual energy is less than a ten-thousandth of its usual strength. This man possesses demonic energy at the Golden Core stage," Xiao Mo said gravely. "If you had dual-cultivated with me earlier, we wouldn’t be in such a sorry state." The last part almost sounded teasing.  

"Is this really the time for jokes?" Mu Lichuan growled. Even if he held no affection for the Mu family, he couldn’t let Mu Xiaolin grow any stronger.  

"Give me control of your body," Xiao Mo said. "I’ll eliminate this scourge for you." A spirit and a physical form were different - with a body, he could weave spells. Besides, Mu Lichuan was ideal for divine cultivation. Even if it meant exhausting himself, survival was better than death.  

My Fulang is a Delicate Flower Chapter 12 Part 1

Chapter 12  

Soon, the news that the widow Yuan Huiru had taken in a foster son spread throughout the village.  

Several elders from prominent families were invited to oversee the ceremony, with the village head presiding, ensuring all formalities were properly observed.  

Upon learning that Zhao Changsui had died at the border, Huo Shu traveled thousands of miles to deliver the keepsake of his fallen comrade of similar age. Such loyalty and righteousness left the villagers with no grounds to speak ill of him.  

Firstly, there was truly nothing negative to say about him, and secondly, the witnesses were respected elders of the village. Anyone who dared gossip would only expose their own lack of propriety.  

The villagers buzzed about this rare event for a few days before the 26th arrived - the day of the grand banquet hosted by the You family.  

Naturally, everyone’s attention shifted to the You family.  

However, the weather that day was less than ideal. Rain had been falling since dawn, though it did little to dampen the villagers’ enthusiasm for the feast.  

Yuan Huiru usually made it a point to arrive early and help whenever families in the village hosted events. But this time, the You family had spared no expense, hiring the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams from the city to handle the banquet preparations, eliminating the need for villagers to pitch in.  

[Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams (四司六局, Sì Sī Liù Jú): In Song Dynasty China, the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams were specialized service agencies responsible for organizing banquets and large events for nobility and wealthy families]

"This is the first time our village has seen the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams cater a banquet! I’ve only ever heard city folks talk about such extravagance. Let’s go early and see the spectacle for ourselves!"  

Firecrackers could be heard from the You family’s direction early in the morning. The cool weather made it the perfect occasion for Yuan Huiru to don her newly made autumn attire, her hair neatly combed and gleaming, even smoothed with osmanthus oil.  

Noticing Huo Shu stepping out of the house still wearing his coarse hemp and leather outfit, she asked, "Aren’t you going to the banquet?"  

"I am."  

Yuan Huiru hinted gently, "Why not wear the new autumn clothes I made for you? It’s cold outside with the rain."  

Huo Shu replied, "I’m not cold."  

Yuan Huiru chuckled and nudged him back inside to change. "One must dress smartly when attending a banquet. It’s a chance to be seen, after all."  

"At your age, it’s time to consider a good match. Silly child, who cares if you’re cold or not?"  

Huo Shu sighed inwardly. Even if he dressed in celestial robes, he doubted any young lady or ger would spare him a second glance.  

But not wanting to disappoint his foster mother, he changed into the new autumn outfit she had made for him.  

"Ah, look how well it fits! The fabric might as well have been tailored just for you."  

Yuan Huiru’s eyes lit up as she admired Huo Shu in the deep blue cross-collared robe.  

The long garment, cinched at the waist with a white sash, accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His tall, upright posture resembled a pine or cypress - rarely seen so impeccably straight.  

"Such striking handsomeness and valor!"  

Yuan Huiru murmured under her breath, "Enough to overshadow even the second son of the You family’s charm."  

Huo Shu raised an eyebrow, amused that his foster mother could still find ways to praise him.  

Yet, for some reason, her words pleased him.  

The banquet was held at the main residence of the You family’s eldest branch, its spacious courtyard far larger than even Ji Yangzong’s home.  

Though the rain caused some inconvenience, the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams hired from the city were no amateurs. They had anticipated the weather and set up canopies in the courtyard. The gentle autumn drizzle did little to disrupt the festivities beneath the shelters.  

From a distance, one could see a crowd of uniformly dressed attendants weaving among the guests, their round hats marked with the insignia of their respective Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams.  

The so-called Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams were as follows:  

The Four Master Services:  

1. Master Decor Service  

2. Master Kitchen Service  

3. Master Beverage Service  

4. Master Tableware Service  

The Six Specialty Teams:  

1. Fruits Specialty Team  

2. Confectionery Team  

3. Vegetables Prep Team  

4. Lighting and Ritual Team  

5. Aromatics and Tonics Team  

6. Event Coordination Team  

Each master service and specialty team had its designated responsibilities, yet they collaborated seamlessly, covering everything from decorations and food to guest reception. This comprehensive service spared the hosts the bulk of the preparations.  

In the prosperous Tongzhou, the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams had flourished for years. Initially reserved for nobility and high officials, they gradually became accessible to commoners, with scaled-down versions appearing at more affordable prices.  

Thus, even ordinary folk could now host banquets without lifting a finger.  

Still, hiring them remained far more common among city dwellers. In rural areas, it was a rarity.  

Knowing the You family had hired the Four Master Services and Six Specialty Teams, villagers arrived early to witness the novelty.  

Huo Shu and Yuan Huiru arrived fairly early, yet the You family’s courtyard was already filled with villagers chatting and snacking on fruits.  

The You family’s uncles and You's mother stood by the registrar, greeting guests at the entrance. Attendees first recorded their gifts, exchanged pleasantries, and were then ushered to their seats by attendants.  

"Elder You, what a lively banquet! Congratulations on Second Young Master’s success in the examinations. We’ll be counting on the You family from now on."  

"Yuan niangzi, you flatter us. We’re deeply grateful for the villagers’ presence to share this humble feast."  

The eldest uncle of the You family exchanged pleasantries with Yuan Huiru before signaling an attendant to escort her inside.  

For a widow from an obscure family with little influence, the You family didn't expend much effort in hospitality amid the crowd of guests.  

However, as the banquet attendant prepared to lead her to her seat, the eldest uncle noticed Huo Shu accompanying her. 

The Sweet little Fulang Chapter 164 Part 1

Chapter 164  

    Xu Yanrong looked startled. Apart from two servants, he had told no one else about his search for Ye Yuzhen. How did this hunter before him know? Suddenly, he remembered running into Lu Daxiang in Anjia Village that day. Though he had only met the man once, even after ten years, he recalled on his way back that the farmer who had been staring at him at the village entrance was indeed Lu Daxiang.  

    Perhaps Lu Daxiang had told him. Thinking this, Xu Yanrong studied Shen Xuanqing with a probing gaze. This man was likely here to extort money, otherwise, why would he come? They had never met before, and even if Ye Yuzhen were still alive, their families had no disputes, let alone any ties of kinship or friendship. Now that Ye Yuzhen was gone, her son-in-law had sought him out. If not for money, what else could it be?  

    Yet Shen Xuanqing’s eyes were clear and bright, and his tall, handsome bearing exuded an air of uprightness, completely unlike the appearance of a scoundrel or ruffian. This made Xu Yanrong hesitate again.  

    "If Master Xu is interested, why don’t we sit in the tavern and discuss matters?" Shen Xuanqing stepped down from the porch and gestured politely, his expression mild.  

    There were several servants and gatekeepers at the Xu Mansion, none of whom Shen Xuanqing had met. He couldn’t just approach Xu Yanrong directly. Using the excuse of wild game ensured that even if the Xu family servants overheard, it wouldn’t matter.  

    Xu Yanrong stood still for a moment, then walked down the steps. Turning the corner of East Street, they walked a few steps to a tavern and found a quiet corner to sit.  

    Before Xu Yanrong could speak, Shen Xuanqing called the waiter and ordered a pot of wine. It wasn’t mealtime, so the tavern was sparsely populated. Shen Xuanqing glanced at the man across from him. The waiter had already poured wine for them, but he didn't raise his cup.  

    "Master Xu, I’ve come today for only one reason. My mother-in-law has passed away, so I'd appreciate it if you could stop looking for her. She maintained her reputation in life and death, but your recent trip to Anjia Village was noticed, and misunderstandings arose. Her son - my fulang was unjustly insulted as a bastard."  

    Seeing Xu Yanrong’s face twitch and darken, Shen Xuanqing showed no fear and continued, "Though I never met my mother-in-law, I know she must have been a chaste and honorable woman, incapable of any disloyal or immoral acts."  

    Xu Yanrong’s expression eased slightly. Forget Ye Yuzhen, if rumors of a "bastard" reached his wife’s ears, it would spell trouble. Fortunately, the man before him was reasonable. His relationship with Ye Yuzhen had indeed been pure and aboveboard, with no illicit dealings.  

    Over a decade ago, he had made a promise, but fate had intervened, and he ended up betraying Ye Yuzhen. Facing anyone or anything related to her, he couldn’t help but feel guilty and sorrowful.  

    "Yuzhen… she truly was a good woman." Xu Yanrong sighed and downed his cup in one gulp.  

    Who would have thought that after ten years apart, he had only wanted to see her from afar, just one glance to know if she was well, only to learn that Ye Yuzhen had died of illness years ago?  

    In winter, the wild grass was withered, and even her grave looked low, old, and desolate. The name on the wooden tablet had blurred after years of wind and rain.  

    When Xu Yanrong wiped his tears with his sleeve, Shen Xuanqing spoke calmly, "Because my fulang was insulted, I thought it over for days and had no choice but to seek you out. I hope Master Xu will understand."  

    Xu Yanrong sighed. "This matter arose because of me. I acted without proper consideration and caused you trouble."  

    Shen Xuanqing disliked the man but kept it hidden. He added, "Fortunately, few know of this, and the rumors haven’t spread. My fulang's reputation remains intact. But Master Xu, though I’m young, I know one must learn to let go. The departed are gone, do not grieve too deeply."  

    "Ah." Xu Yanrong exhaled heavily, shaking his head, unable to speak.  

    "Now that I’ve made myself clear, I’ll take my leave." Shen Xuanqing had no desire to linger and stood to go.  

    "Wait." Xu Yanrong stopped him.  

    Shen Xuanqing, still half-risen, asked, "Is there something else, Master Xu?"  

    Xu Yanrong hesitated before speaking. "Yuzhen… did she live well before?"  

    That day at the embroidery workshop, he had seen a handkerchief. Ye Yuzhen’s butterfly-and-peony designs always had slightly upturned antennae, he recognized her work. He had thought she had sold it to Zhiyun Embroidery Workshop, only to learn it was her shuang'er’s.  

    Shen Xuanqing looked at him and said, "From what my fulang told me, my mother earned money through embroidery, so she must have lived decently. But after you visited, there were frequent arguments, and she gradually fell ill and became bedridden."  

    His tone was flat, devoid of emotion, merely stating facts. But to Xu Yanrong, it felt like needles pricking his heart.  

    When Xu Yanrong remained silent for a long time, Shen Xuanqing bid farewell and left.  

    He had come today to ensure Xu Yanrong would stop inquiring about Ye Yuzhen. If word spread, it would tarnish Lu Gu’s reputation. This man surenamed Xu was utterly thoughtless. Back then, one had married, and the other had wed, yet he had sought out Lu Gu’s mother. A rural woman couldn’t compare to the young master of the Xu family. If people suspected her of impropriety, her reputation would be ruined. And now, ten years later, he had caused Lu Gu to be called a bastard by Lu Daxiang and Du Hehua. Truly, he was a curse.  

    Shen Xuanqing was annoyed by Xu Yanrong’s careless and inconsiderate actions. Though he kept his composure, his thoughts were far from kind. Fortunately, the matter was resolved today, so he hurried home. With the pigpen built and the sunny weather these days, they could get a few piglets for Lu Gu to raise next year.  

    He left the town, walking farther and farther away.