Chapter 1070 The Stubborn Donkey is a Bit Off

Upon learning that Song Chunxue was going to Xie Zheng's relatives' home, Xie Lingyun brought his skillful maid to help Song Chunxue with her makeup and hair.

Song Chunxue did not refuse. After all, clothes make the man, and the outfits her senior sister arranged for her that day were very effective.

She originally wanted to wear it again, but people in the capital were very particular. Once a piece of clothing had been worn and made a splash, it couldn't be worn a second time, otherwise people would say that she didn't have many decent clothes to show for it.

To her surprise, Xie Lingyun had prepared several new outfits for her, all made of the latest and finest materials, along with new shoes and jewelry.

"Yun'er, you're so thoughtful, you've prepared everything so thoroughly." Song Chunxue looked at the overflowing jewelry box, feeling flattered.

Moreover, all the furnishings in this room are completely different from the last time.

The square table, the eight-immortal chairs, the large round table in the middle, and the carpet on the floor in the room were all new.

The bed curtains and all the furnishings on the dressing table, including the incense burner, jewelry box, and footstool, were brand new.

“My dad is sometimes meticulous, and sometimes quite careless. I, as his daughter, have to worry about these things, so please don’t blame him.”

Xie Lingyun picked up a hairpin from the table and pinned it to Song Chun.

On his head, he said, "This outfit, though not as good as the previous one, is perfect for meeting all the picky elders, sisters-in-law, and younger generations."

As she spoke, Xie Lingyun waved her hand, and several maids filed in, each carrying a box.

"Aunt, please don't think I'm being nosy. These are for your cousins. You don't know their preferences, so I prepared them for you. I just don't know if you remember who to give them to."

At this point, Xie Lingyun leaned closer to her and said, "So I'm going with my aunt today. Would you like to go?"

Seeing her mischievous side, Song Chunxue felt a warmth in her heart.

“That would be perfect. If you come along, it will save me a lot of trouble. After all, I can’t let your father keep whispering to me about strangers and make your elders laugh at us.”

Xie Lingyun placed her hands on her shoulders, smiling as she looked at the beautiful face in the mirror. "Don't worry, Auntie, it doesn't matter if we don't recognize each other."

"You don't need to worry about the people you met today. From now on, they won't dare to make things difficult for your aunt," Xie Lingyun said gently. "Our Xie family in the capital isn't very united, unlike the Li and Wang families who are all in one place. Our clan isn't very large either, but over the years we've all been more or less protected by my father."

Song Chunxue knew that although Xie Zheng had been demoted repeatedly, he was still an official after all, while his other brothers in the clan lived a more comfortable life than him.

People still felt indebted to Xie Zheng and wouldn't be as aggressive as Xie Zhao's father.

Song Chunxue was finally relieved.

Apart from that unsightly picture book, she could accept it.

After visiting several places, they finally stayed overnight at Master Xie's house.

The next day, after lunch, Song Chunxue, accompanied by Xie Lingyun, met with the younger generation and presented gifts to the female relatives.

They were dressed in colorful clothes, and the scent of rouge and powder was mixed and fragrant, but most of them were quite amiable.

They surrounded Song Chunxue and asked her many questions, the most frequent of which were about her figure and appearance.

"How come your stomach is so flat? Is it really the stomach of someone who has given birth to five children?"

"What do you usually use to wipe your face? Do you have a secret recipe?"

Upon hearing that they would have to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, or at the very least, stand in a stance and practice boxing, they all waved their hands.

"We can't do that. We can't even stand up, let alone stand in a standing posture. As for older women, it's fine if they have big bellies. Anyway, our husbands aren't like Xie Zheng, who is still handsome even when he's older."

These words caused all the married women to burst into laughter.

“Cultivation is good. I can see that everyone says cultivation is unorthodox and goes against common sense, but seeing your appearance, I know they are afraid that women will be difficult to manage after they start cultivating. If I have perseverance, there is nothing I cannot accomplish.”

"Can moxibustion boost Yang? Then I need to do more moxibustion. I've been feeling a lot of phlegm and dampness lately. The doctor prescribed a medicine, saying that I developed this condition after giving birth when I was young, and the medicine won't help."

We're all women, how can we not have headaches and fevers every time? Especially for women who have given birth, very few of them are without some kind of ailment.

“I can teach you acupoints,” Song Chunxue said, taking out a booklet from her bosom. “This is a booklet on moxibustion. It can teach you how to identify acupoints. It’s written very clearly inside. Have your maids and servants do some moxibustion, and your back and leg pain will be reduced.”

Most of the doctors outside were men; female doctors were extremely rare.

The most important aspect of moxibustion is physical contact. Ordinary women either take medicine or take medicinal baths, and even the wealthiest families rarely find female doctors.

Upon hearing this, everyone expressed that they wanted a booklet.

Song Chunxue gave away all five of the books she had in her storage ring.

Everyone's attitude towards her changed so quickly; they were reluctant to part ways and told her to come visit often when she had time.

Xie Zheng waved to the male relatives repeatedly.

Upon returning home, Xie Lingyun was not in a hurry to go back, but instead asked her maid to bring out the things she had prepared.

“Father, Aunt, I know you don’t like ordinary wedding ceremonies. There are countless couples who have bowed to heaven and earth but still can’t stay together. New and old loves play out in the courtyard every day, but Yun’er sincerely hopes that you can grow old together.”

As she spoke, she picked up a box and placed it on the table. "These are the wedding clothes I prepared for you. I hope that on the day you become Daoist partners, you can wear them for each other."

Song Chunxue was shocked. "You're preparing wedding clothes for us?"

How could this be allowed? If Yun'er's mother knew, she would definitely be extremely jealous.

"No, this is also my mother's idea. She strongly agrees with me doing this." Xie Lingyun took out a red veil and said shyly, "I embroidered this for you myself. I hope Aunt won't mind."

The red veil was neatly made, and the material and embroidery were of very high quality.

Song Chunxue stroked the "double happiness" character on it, her eyes slightly warm.

“You silly child, you’re even embroidering a red veil for me. We don’t need that.”

Xie Zheng walked over and said gently, "It's necessary. I'd like to personally lift your veil."

Xie Lingyun left quietly.

Song Chunxue removed her veil. "Why is everyone taking this matter more seriously than we are?"

This put her under a lot of pressure.

"Don't take it to heart. They meant well and were just expressing their gratitude." Xie Zheng understood that Yun'er was grateful to A Xue for rescuing her from the Chang family.

He put the box away. "Tomorrow, we'll go to the Zhao residence. I heard they're taking some children to the horse racing track."

"Horse racing? Are there any prizes?"

"Of course, it's said to be priceless. Do you want to bring your stubborn mule along?"

"Okay, let's go join the fun tomorrow." This was what made her feel comfortable.

Perhaps because she had lived her whole life, she didn't think that the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, and the fiery red wedding dress, were necessarily a beautiful blessing.

Compared to those flashy but impractical things, she feels that real companionship makes her feel secure.

Things that are overly embellished are more like fireworks; apart from the moment they bloom, they fade away.

The next day, Song Chunxue changed into a dark blue riding outfit and went to the Zhao residence with Xie Zheng.

The stubborn donkey was walking just fine at first, when suddenly two horses galloped towards them. They gave way and watched them ride away.

But the stubborn donkey suddenly started running as if it had been whipped, almost throwing Song Chunxue off the horse.

"Ah Xue!"

Xie Zheng sensed something was wrong. That stubborn donkey was already taller and bigger than ordinary horses, and since this was a street, it was inevitable that children would play on the street.

Moreover, the stubborn donkey was originally an untamed wild horse, and if something happened, it was hard to guarantee that it wouldn't be caught and taken to the authorities.

These past few days, many people in the capital have been watching them closely. If something goes wrong, they'll likely face endless trouble.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

Han Mo was having tea with someone upstairs when he suddenly caught sight of a chestnut horse galloping down the street.

"Ridiculous!"

"Whose BMW is that? It actually managed to take off and avoid a collision!"

"Whose precious horse is this? Tsk tsk tsk, look how beautiful its coat is! Whose horse is it chasing?"

"Oh no, oh no, that was the horse of the eldest son of Minister Jiang just now. That man is notoriously difficult to deal with."

"Hey, hey, hey, do you see that? Isn't that Xie Zheng right behind him? Why hasn't he left the capital yet?"

Someone nearby asked, puzzled, "Why leave Beijing?"

"Haven't you heard? This Lord Xie used to be the Emperor's favorite. Although he repeatedly contradicted the Emperor and said countless offensive things that could have resulted in his execution, he was only demoted. He even served as a general guarding the border for several years without dying, but recently he was dismissed from office..."

Han Mo disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared on Xie Zheng's horse.

"Han Mo?"

The horse's hooves clattered through the deserted streets and finally stopped in front of a temple.

"It's me," Han Mo jumped off his horse first. "What are you doing? Did that stubborn donkey get spooked?"

"I don't know," Xie Zheng then dismounted and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. "Riding a horse in the middle of the city is a serious crime, but it doesn't seem to be startled. Instead, it seems to have taken control of the horses in front of it?"

He was also puzzled by the second half of his statement.

Han Mo smiled slightly, "That's right, this stubborn donkey is no ordinary horse, otherwise why would I have taken a liking to it? It certainly has the ability."

Xie Zheng raised an eyebrow, it was unclear whether it was out of envy or something else.

"How come she always gets all the good things? Is that fair?"

Han Mo said what Xie Zheng wanted to say, wondering if she herself would feel at ease if things continued like this.

Can good luck really accompany ordinary people forever?

"However, this is a good thing. Did Master share the treasures Wuyou brought a couple of days ago with you?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "We've split it up. I'm taking the Heavenly Mystery Umbrella. If the person who collected that treasure finds out they're gone, they'll be so angry they'll vomit blood."

As they spoke, they came up to Song Chunxue.

"Master Song, what's wrong?"

Han Mo looked at the horses that had been forced to change course and come here, and the eldest son of the Minister's Mansion on horseback.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Young Master Jiang angrily drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it at Song Chunxue. "Is your horse crazy? If you can't control it, I can take it to the slaughterhouse and sell it for horse meat!"

"Pfft~~"

The stubborn donkey stepped forward and shoved snot all over Young Master Jiang's face.

Before Song Chunxue could stop him, she could only rub her forehead and look at Xie Zheng, saying, "This horse is as ungrateful as my sword."

P.S.: This chapter is 3,000 words long. Goodnight.