Chapter 747 Xie realized his mistake

Looking at his second brother's expression, Jiang Yexun knew that he was speaking from the heart.

He had a deep and unforgettable memory of this feeling when he was herding sheep.

He avoided eye contact, not wanting to see his second brother's disappointed expression.

"That's because you upset your mother. Actually, your mother is easy to coax. Just visit her often, talk to her more, and let her forget that you almost became someone else's son-in-law for that girl. Your mother will definitely forgive you."

“You don’t know, your mother is the most soft-hearted. That matter hurt her more than the eldest son’s indulgence of Chen Feng. But you are your mother’s own son. Although she was angry, she still did her best for your sake.”

Jiang Yexun sighed, "Otherwise, with my current temper, I might not even care about your marriage. But I am closest to you now, so you must seize the opportunity. From now on, if there is anything to eat or drink at home, take it to the Xie residence yourself. Lord Xie won't say anything to you, and I will be happy too."

“If this continues, your mother will grow closer to you, which will be good for both of us.”

The second brother remained silent for a moment, as if he had been enlightened.

Yes, the past is the past, and the present is the present.

Now that his mother is with Lord Xie, he has no need to avoid suspicion or feel like he's trying to curry favor with him.

Visit them more often; after all, they're neighbors. That courtyard was bought with the help of Master Xie.

There's no such thing as a grudge that lasts overnight between a mother and son. It's just disappointment and sadness. As the son, can't he at least ask for forgiveness in a nice and gentle way?

It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them; why is he holding onto that worthless pride?

There's nothing shameful about apologizing to your own mother.

The second son smiled, his heart filled with excitement, wishing he could buy something and go to the Xie residence right now.

“That’s right, how come I didn’t think of that?” Jiang Yexun slapped the table. “This is a good idea, killing two birds with one stone. From now on, we can take turns visiting the Xie residence more often, and Lord Xie’s problem will be solved.”

Jiang Yehui didn't understand what he meant.

“Don’t you understand? The reason Lord Xie asked that question is that he knows Mother is close to him, and he is only admitting that he has fallen in love, but he doesn’t want a result.” Sanwa sighed, “Mother is just not used to relying on others, and she is awkward about this matter.”

"Mother is willing to come down the mountain to live, but doesn't plan to stay at the Xie residence for long. It's just that she feels awkward and doesn't want to become like all married women, where they feel like the sky is falling and they can't live without a man..."

As he spoke, Sanwa couldn't continue; his eyes were red, and he choked up slightly.

Jiang Yehui had never thought about it in this way; he rarely considered these things from his mother's perspective.

"When Dad died, Mom's world collapsed once. She was young then, a woman in her early twenties, and suddenly she had to raise five children on her own. Can you imagine what that was like?"

Jiang Yehui felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his mouth was dry and he couldn't utter a single word.

As a son, he rarely seemed to think about his mother, and even forced himself not to think about those things every time.

He just wanted to look ahead, and wanted to get out of this terrible and pitiful situation.

He clenched his fist weakly, then released it with difficulty.

Yes, he is selfish.

He knew his own nature very well, so how could he not know why his mother was angry?

Besides, his mother had clearly told him that back then.

However, he never thought about his mother.

“Alright, I should get back to work. These are not words I should be saying,” Jiang Yexun stood up, took a deep breath, and suppressed the redness in his eyes. “But it seems that Second Brother still doesn’t understand, so please forgive my bluntness.”

He stepped straight out the door, greeted Jiang Yehui's colleagues in the courtyard, and suggested that they go sightseeing together another day.

Jiang Yehui's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

Yes, Song Chunxue is his mother, but she is also a woman.

He could understand that it was only natural for her to be attracted to someone like Lord Xie at her age, but he hadn't considered his mother's struggles and torment.

He always avoided understanding his mother's suffering; without even thinking about it, the mere word "widow" was enough to crush her.

But Mother pulled through, and in doing so, she changed everyone's fate.

He picked up the teacup to drink the tea, only to find that the tea had already gone cold.

...

I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy, I feel so drowsy.

After dozing off twice, Song Chunxue mustered her strength, sat up, and began to meditate. An hour later, she felt less sore and weak all over.

What a useless piece of trash! He's so old, yet he's still as useless as when he first got married.

It has to be said that Song Chunxue got a bit of a rip-off from that meal.

Song Chunxue looked a little listless during dinner.

"I heard from Sanwa that your second son is going to the Hu family tomorrow to discuss marriage matters. I'll have Chunshu and the steward accompany you?"

Song Chunxue was taken aback. "Wasn't this something you discussed with me first?"

The betrothal gifts have already been sent. Now all that's left are the details for the two days before and after the wedding. If she only sends her own people along, wouldn't that reveal her relationship with Xie Zheng to everyone?

"You don't need to go, I'll go." Song Chunxue couldn't help but chuckle. "How come you knew before I did?"

"You were sleeping when the second and third kids came."

"..." Song Chunxue looked at him, thought for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence, "You didn't say anything, did you?"

Xie Zheng handed her the soup, saying, "No, I know what I'm doing."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. "If I say something wrong, you might run away tonight."

"fart."

Xie Zheng was amused and knew that she was irritable because of her excessive sleepiness, so he quickly handed her the chicken soup.

"Don't get angry, take a break and have some nourishment."

Song Chunxue glared at him. "Where's my medicine?"

"I'll bring it over in a bit." Xie Zheng held her hand and coaxed her softly, "I'm sorry, I'll try my best next time..."

There will be no next time.

"..." Xie Zheng was stunned, racking his brains but unable to think of a way to deal with it, his face filled with panic and regret.

"Chunxue, I know I was wrong."

At this moment, the steward Xie Dong said at the door, "Sir, a man surnamed Huo requests an audience."

"Huh?"

"Agastache rugosa?" Song Chunxue couldn't think of another. "Let him in."

Xie Zheng pondered for a moment, as if he had heard the name somewhere before.

“That demonic cultivator knows our situation inside and out. Let him come. I have something to ask him.” Song Chunxue finished the chicken soup. She needed to replenish her energy, after all, she wasn’t a young person in her early twenties anymore.

Xie Zheng touched the Wuyou sword at his waist. "Is he here for Wuyou?"

"Don't worry, he's much more reliable than those hypocrites."

Before long, Huo Xiang, with her hands behind her back, swaggered across the threshold.

"I've come at an inopportune time," Huo Xiang said, looking at the food on the table. "It smells quite good. What is this? It looks pitch black. Is it tasty?"

Xie Zheng stood up and said with a smile, "If you haven't eaten before, Daoist, sit down and eat with us. Try the glutinous rice; it's very good for cleansing your stomach."

"Corn porridge?" Huo Xiang raised an eyebrow. "I don't like corn porridge."

"These are several kinds of local mixed grain noodles, please have a seat, Taoist priest." Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Did something happen that you came so late?"