Chapter 498 Give It All to Me

Song Chunxue stood in front of her senior brother and said to the woman who was pestering her, "If you keep making trouble like this, don't blame me for being impolite."

She drew her longsword and pointed it at the woman. "Stay away from my senior brother and take us to the Zhang family. This is the last time."

Given such family members, she believed her senior brother would no longer want to get entangled with them.

Now that the matter has been settled, they should leave.

The woman, still holding the child, seemed about to say something, but Song Chunxue coldly glanced at Zhang Yaoshun.

“You’ve already crossed my senior brother’s line. I advise you not to go too far. Don’t forget, my senior brother travels all over the world and is a respected Taoist priest. He has many ways to deal with petty people. If you insist on trying, I won’t stop you.”

Zhang Yaoshun opened his mouth, then waved his hand, "You guys go back first."

Song Chunxue raised her chin. "You go too. We'll go by ourselves. Don't treat us like prisoners. Keep your little schemes to yourselves. Provoking your senior brother won't do you any good."

Zhang Yaoshun was furious and immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to lash out.

"Hmm?" Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "Want to get a kick from me?"

Thinking of his son resting at home with a footprint on his stomach, Zhang Yaoshun felt an itch of anger, but had no choice but to turn around and go downstairs.

Seeing that her senior brother's clothes were dirty and he hadn't changed, Song Chunxue gently reminded him, "Senior brother, change your clothes before you leave. I'll wait for you."

The Taoist priest hummed in agreement, his lips turning slightly pale.

Song Chunxue asked the kitchen for a pot of invigorating tea, with bupleurum added, and sent it to her room.

Seeing her senior brother's slow movements, she asked softly, "If you don't want to go, then we don't have to. We can go back tomorrow, or we can go somewhere else."

The Taoist priest shook his head slightly, took the teapot from her hand, and poured himself a cup.

Upon tasting the Bupleurum, a smile appeared on his pale and dry face. "Thank you, junior brother."

"I'm glad you don't blame me for acting on my own initiative, Senior Brother," Song Chunxue said with displeasure. "If they dare to make things difficult for you today, I won't be polite."

“I am a member of the Zhang family. I accept their making things difficult for me, but if they say a single bad word about you, I will take responsibility if they break your bones.”

Hearing this, Song Chunxue smiled broadly, "Then I'll remember it, and I definitely won't let you down."

Upon discovering that her senior brother had only brought two sets of clothes, and the other set hadn't been washed yet, Song Chunxue took one set out from her Qiankun bag.

"I knew my senior brother didn't like to carry heavy things when he went out. Although my Qiankun bag isn't very big, it can still hold two sets of clothes."

Looking at the dark blue robe that was both dignified and imposing, the Taoist priest's heart stirred.

"You have a good eye; this outfit must be worth a lot of money."

Song Chunxue smiled slightly, "Money should be spent wisely. I can't let them think you're not doing well outside, and I can't let you down either."

She also changed into a luxurious dress, which cost five taels of silver and was the style and color she had been sewing the most and looked forward to the most over the years.

As she spoke, she took out a black jade hairpin from her bosom. "This is quite pretty. I'll wait outside."

The Taoist priest bowed his head and accepted it without saying a word, afraid that he, a grown man, would lose his composure in front of his junior brother.

He had long known that he could not stay in his hometown. Returning here felt like being cursed, making him cowardly, timid, and hesitant.

So he did not return for ten years. Even when he paid respects to his mother, he came by sword and left quietly.

He didn't even want to step on the soil here more than a few times.

He bit his lip to suppress the emotion, sniffed, washed his face, and then walked out of the house.

Seeing that his face was still damp, Song Chunxue handed him the small porcelain jar.

"Wipe your face, it doesn't look good when your senior brother's skin is peeling."

"..." He's already like this, and she still complains that his face isn't good-looking?

"The product sold at this inn is not only moisturizing but also smells quite nice. The wind outside makes our skin very dry, so you should apply some, senior brother. I feel like your lips might crack if you speak too forcefully."

"..." He took a deep breath, opened the lid, dipped his ring finger in the smear, and smeared it on his face with a disgruntled expression.

Haha, Song Chunxue suppressed a laugh. Sure enough, even men can't stand being told they're not good-looking.

My senior must have been raised very well when she was young; her mother must have been a very good person.

The reason I'm being so long-winded today is because Song Chunxue keeps thinking that her senior brother's mother must feel heartbroken to see him looking so sad.

No matter how old or gray-haired a mother is, her child will always be a child in her eyes.

As a mother, Song Chunxue couldn't even imagine how heartbroken her senior brother's mother must have been to see him treated like this.

Thinking this, Song Chunxue was determined to support her senior brother and make a huge scene. She descended the stairs with great momentum, like a proud and smug rooster.

It was unusually cold today, but they weren't in a hurry, so the two brothers didn't bother the chestnut horse that was happily grazing in the stable.

Upon returning to the Zhang family's residence, the overwhelming smell of money filled the air.

The white cloth hanging in the distance was actually silk, and everyone in the mansion was dressed in white clothes of the finest quality.

To look good, one must wear mourning clothes.

Kneeling in the mourning hall, the wives and concubines of the senior brother's father were wrapped in expensive fabrics, their faces covered with carefully applied white powder, and their lips adorned with light rouge, making them appear charming and delicate.

Seeing this, Song Chunxue sneered inwardly. A knife stabbing someone's buttocks, what an eye-opener.

Upon seeing them appear, Zhang Yaoming, the elder brother's younger brother, stood up and knelt in the eldest son's position.

“Brother, you’ve finally decided to come back,” Zhang Yaoming said with a half-smile. “Does that mother and child look familiar? Especially the child, does he look like you?”

As he said this, a look of disgust and disdain flashed in his eyes. "If you're willing to stay, you can have half of your father's fortune, and you can do whatever you want with the rest..."

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp slaps rang out as the Taoist priest demanded, "Did you send people to dig up my mother's grave last night?"

The people playing the suona at the door stopped and looked over.

Zhang Yaoming had never been hit like this before. He reached out to retaliate, shouting, "You're talking nonsense!"

“There was no one else but you. If I hadn’t been prepared, my mother would have been thrown into the ditch long ago. I will never forget this debt.”

The Taoist priest grabbed his wrist and pushed him away forcefully, then turned to the person kneeling in the mourning hall.

"Butler, bring the keys up."

The butler hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhang Yaoming, and then, without the slightest hesitation, retrieved the key and respectfully handed it to the Taoist priest.

"Move all the gold, silver and valuables from the manor's storeroom onto the carriage and send them to the Yibai Inn. You can deal with the rest yourselves."

Zhang Yaoming walked to the shelf and took down a sword. "Butler, my father is dead. I am in charge of this household. What is he, a monk, anyway!"

The butler lowered his head and remained silent, pretending not to hear.

“This house is not for him to run. Butler, give me the keys!” Zhang Yaoming’s mother said coldly. “Since he is unwilling to see his father off, just kick him out. Why let him in?”

A group of juniors knelt on the ground, looking up at the Taoist priest and Song Chunxue with resentment.

The Taoist priest sneered, "Steward, give me all the land deeds, farmland and shops, don't leave a single one out."

"Zhang Chengxuan!"

“If he says another word, he won’t be able to keep this courtyard. He said this before he died, and that I can do whatever I want with everything he has accumulated.”