Chapter 587 Yu Wanqing is not simple

The Taoist priest couldn't bear to look at him, thinking that his junior brother was in a playful mood and that he had to teach Zhao Jian a lesson.

She just can't take a joke. If anyone tries to joke with her, she'll make sure they experience the same kind of predicament.

Fine, let her be.

It's good to let people know her temperament.

These days, my junior brother is impervious to both soft and hard approaches.

His former taciturnity, gentleness, and thoughtfulness were simply because he hadn't yet learned to express his dissatisfaction and had grown accustomed to enduring it all his life.

I used to be used to being wronged, and swallowing my anger became an instinct.

These days, my junior sister can't stand the slightest grievance. If anyone makes her feel even slightly uncomfortable, she'll definitely retaliate.

That's fine too.

"You've taken a fancy to me? Master Song, how could I dare?"

Zhao Jian clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, "I admit I was wrong, okay?"

"Who doesn't know that you look down on even the handsome and dignified Lord Xie, who is over forty and still has an outstanding presence? How could you possibly look at a stinking man like me with a bunch of wives and concubines? Please, Daoist, spare me. I'll punish myself with two more cups, okay?"

As he spoke, Zhao Jian poured himself a drink and downed two glasses.

When Lord Xie was mentioned, Song Chunxue stopped focusing on him.

"Who told you that? If you don't like it, just say so. Don't make so many excuses." She raised her glass. "I'll toast you."

Zhao Jian was helpless. The two of them had come to ask for a favor, but it turned into them trying to get him drunk.

He looked at the Taoist priest for help.

"Don't drink too fast, drink slowly." The Taoist priest looked at the fourth dish of dishes and couldn't help but wonder, "We didn't order pork knuckle."

"My mother wants to eat. You all take your time. Let me know if you want anything else." The fourth son placed his hand behind Song Chunxue's back. "Will Mother stay at home tonight?"

"Well, we haven't finished what we need to do yet. I'll buy some things tomorrow and then head back. But you don't need to wait for me; I can use a VPN."

"Okay, sure." The fourth brother happily closed the door.

Zhao Jian couldn't help but look at Song Chunxue. She looked better when she wore a Taoist robe. Those gorgeous clothes would ruin her aloof and cold demeanor, which was unapproachable to her family and friends.

"Is that Yu Wanqing really such a scoundrel?" Now that they were chatting, Zhao Jian took the initiative to bring up the Taoist priest who had just contacted him. "He just told me that if I wanted to save Xiao Liu's life, I should go to Nanguan Lane to find him tomorrow."

"Anyway, we have told you about his character in detail. If you want to find out more, we will not stop you. But if you trust him, you can tell me about the method he gave for saving people."

Zhao Jian nodded, "Yes, actually our family isn't so insistent on saving Xiao Liu anymore. He said he won't leave so soon, but he doesn't want to stay in this world for long either. He has his own mission and doesn't want to make any mistakes."

"But he's still young, and I secretly wish he could live a little longer." As elders, no one can bear to see their child die young.

The Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder and said, "Everything depends on him. If he achieves enlightenment one day, perhaps Heaven will allow him to remain in the world for a long time."

These words were painful to hear. Zhao Jian nodded, her eyes slightly reddening.

...

Song Chunxue left the banquet early and went to Sanwa's house first, where she gave Sanwa and Mulan some instructions about Yu Wanqing.

He also warned his family to be wary of any strangers to avoid causing trouble.

After Sanwa repeatedly assured Mulan, she ate a bowl of sour and plump noodles and prepared to go to the second and fourth brothers' houses.

"Mother, wait a minute. I can meditate sometimes now, but I don't know if I'm doing it right. Teach me before you go."

Song Chunxue was surprised, "Why have you started meditating? Did you see me practicing Taoism and want to try it too?"

Sanwa scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"That's right. What's the use of just reading books? It wasn't until I got to the government office that I understood why everyone calls scholars bookworms. Although it's true that you only realize how little you know when you need it, it's better to have no books than to believe everything you read. You can learn as you use your knowledge, but the earlier you start cultivating yourself, the better. You're cultivating yourself in everything you do in your life, but most people just keep going back and forth at the first hurdle without getting anywhere."

Sanwa clenched his fists, his eyes shining brightly. "I need to cultivate my character and temperament. I've found that learning from my mother and the Taoist priest is definitely the right thing to do. I don't want to entrust my life to others for protection."

Song Chunxue astutely noticed the problem.

"Were you bullied?"

"I suppose so, but I didn't suffer any loss, Mother, don't worry. Besides, Lord Xie has always taken good care of me."

Judging from Sanwa's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.

But Song Chunxue was still worried.

She reached for her waist, but before she could touch it, the short sword had already floated to Sanwa's front.

"Ridiculous!"

Sanwa suddenly staggered back two steps, staring straight at the exquisite and beautiful short sword floating in mid-air, speechless with surprise.

He looked at Song Chunxue, then at the short sword, pointed at the short sword and opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Don't be afraid. This is a magical artifact that a fox on Mount Xuliang dug up and gave to me when I went there. It has its own consciousness."

The third child was still in shock, feeling as if the food he had just eaten was about to come out of his throat.

“A… a spiritual artifact?” Sanwa’s fingers trembled. Realizing that the artifact possessed spiritual awareness, he felt it was not appropriate to point at it like that. He then clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, saying, “I apologize for my rudeness, Jiang.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the short sword circled around the Third Brother, quickly grazed his forehead, and then returned to Song Chunxue.

Song Chunxue felt as if he were saying, "This is the most sensible son in your family."

With a smile on her face, she reached out, grabbed the short sword, and handed it to Sanwa.

“During this time, let him go with you. I’ve noticed he likes to wander around outside, so take him with you wherever you go. If you encounter any danger, use him for self-defense.”

Sanwa took two steps back. "Mother, I can't accept this. This is no ordinary dagger. You can just give me a dagger instead. If I don't take good care of the spirit behind this weapon, I can't afford to pay for it."

Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated.

“He’s already a spirit of the artifact. Unless you’re an exceptionally powerful cultivator, no one can take him away. You take him with you for now, and I’ll sense if there’s any danger.” She said earnestly, “A new broom sweeps clean. Although you’re not a high-ranking official, it’s easy to dodge open attacks but hard to guard against hidden ones in the officialdom. It’s difficult to tell who’s a person and who’s a ghost. Let him protect you for a few days.”

She wasn't too worried about anything else, but she had to be wary of Yu Wanqing.

"Okay, then I'll return it to Mother in a few days."

"Yes, Mulan is due to give birth in the next couple of days. Don't go up the mountain these days; stay home with your wife and child."

Seeing that it was getting dark, Sanwa urged, "Mother, hurry to Second Brother's house, it's too late."

After Song Chunxue and the other two children closed the gate, they went back and pasted a talisman on the door.

In the blink of an eye, the talisman disappeared into the wooden door.

Arriving at the second brother's house, she climbed over the wall and entered the yard. Just as she raised her hand to push the door open, she suddenly felt a chill on her arm, accompanied by a short, sharp pain.

"Hiss~"

She saw a faint wisp of black mist dissipate.

Someone actually tampered with her door. Does Yu Wanqing have that kind of ability?

How could a conman like him have such great abilities?

Could it be that Yu Wanqing was faking it?

Or, did someone pay him to do that?

She reached the base of the wall shared with the Xie family and leaped into the Xie family's courtyard.

"who?"

She had just steadied herself when suddenly a cold sword was placed against her neck.