Chapter 832 May you

Just as Song Chunxue was about to retort, she saw people coming and going in the kitchen.

"Alright, tell your wife she doesn't need to get up early, let her sleep a little longer, young people need more sleep. I have something to tell you, then I'll leave."

The second son picked up the tea stove and walked out, saying, "Okay, I'll tell her."

Song Chunxue carried the tea tray and snacks and slowly walked into the courtyard.

Two servants were shoveling snow; it didn't look as nice as before.

Once inside, the second brother took the things from Song Chunxue's hands and looked her up and down with curiosity several times.

He rubbed his hands together and asked in a low voice, "What does Mother want to say?"

This was the first time she had come so early, and the second son felt very uneasy.

"It's nothing serious," Song Chunxue said casually after a moment's thought, "Have you seen a monk?"

The second son's heart skipped a beat. "What happened to him?"

I had indeed met him before, and I even knew who he was.

That makes sense. She stayed on the mountain for several days because of this, so Sanwa must know.

“He’s in the next yard. He collapsed on the ground last night, saying he was injured…” Song Chunxue suddenly had a flash of inspiration, “Do you want to bring him here to take care of him?”

The servants here are all young and quick; they'll definitely serve you better than Sister Zhao.

Besides, isn't the reason he came here because he can't bear to leave his child? It would be better to leave him with the second child.

Moreover, the second brother was harder-hearted than the others, so he wasn't too sad even when the monk was leaving.

“Don’t tell Sanwa and Lao Si yet. He’s a monk now, a Buddhist monk, and he’s from the capital,” she said, placing her hand on Lao Er’s knee. “Do you understand what I mean?”

The second son nodded heavily, "Understood."

"It's best not to tell your wife either, lest she overthink it."

"Yes." The second son nodded. "Mother doesn't want to acknowledge him?"

Song Chunxue was taken aback. "Recognize what?"

The second brother kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Seeing the tea about to overflow, Song Chunxue quickly picked it up and poured it into a green porcelain teacup, and the sudden surge of emotion in her heart returned.

She shook the teacup, picked it up and took a sip, then bit into the soft white bread. Her stomach felt warm, and she felt refreshed.

"Acknowledge what?" she chuckled lightly, "Acknowledge him as my husband?"

"No, not really..."

"That settles it. He's no longer your father, but his face and his memories have returned. Jiang Shuming was just an avatar he used to undergo tribulations in the human world. It was a clever method to avoid making mistakes, but he didn't expect his cleverness to backfire. Now he's stuck in these memories and can't get over them."

The second brother rubbed his fingers without saying a word.

At this moment, Song Chunxue found it somewhat ridiculous, and even infuriating.

She raised them with great care and effort, and if it weren't for the later changes, her second son wouldn't have remained so silent.

Now, he is just Song Chunxue, a Taoist nun.

The reason I came here today is simply so that I won't be the subject of any complaints in the future.

She took two more sips of tea, then got up and took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands.

"I'm leaving now, you can continue drinking."

The second child realized she was angry, "Mom, you've only drunk one can..."

"I've finished drinking, I'd like to eat something else." As she spoke, Song Chunxue lifted the curtain and went out.

When the second brother stepped out of the house, he only saw the afterimage of Song Chunxue over the wall.

The second brother frowned slightly, put his hands on his waist, and sighed heavily.

Master Song was also drinking tea, but he was sitting on the counter outside the kitchen. The fire had just been lit, and the water in the teapot wasn't even steaming yet.

"Why are you sitting here, senior brother? It's so cold outside."

Song Chunxue picked up a small stool and sat opposite her, taking the teacup from Sister Zhao's hand.

"It's snowing. It would be a shame not to drink tea on such a leisurely day." Master Zhang looked at the white snow in the courtyard, which was about a foot thick, but it seemed that the snow was about to stop.

Where did you go?

"I told the second brother about his situation here," she asked in a low voice. "How is his health?"

“Not good,” Master Zhang shook his head and pursed his lips. “He came for you. I just did another divination, and he’s right.”

Song Chunxue didn't believe her. "That's not what you said before."

"That's because I didn't know that someone had set a trap for Lord Xie, which might be even more troublesome than an arranged marriage," he changed the subject. "However, I still can't bear to see Lord Xie being tricked, so you'll have to make the decision yourself."

"..." It's like saying nothing at all.

"After I finish this pot of tea, please take me to see Lord Xie. I would like to speak with him in person."

Master Zhang took out a brocade pouch from his robes. "I don't need to take you there. This pouch will lead you to him."

"If Master Han hadn't taken your compass, I wouldn't need to draw a talisman for you. With that compass, wherever your heart desires, it will surely lead you."

He sighed, raised his eyebrows, and said seriously, "I have to stay here and watch over the monk, waiting for someone to come and pick him up."

A sparrow flew into the yard, circled around for a while but found nothing to eat, so it stood on the wall and paced back and forth, hopping around, causing the snow on the wall to slide down.

"You're not thinking of saving someone again?" Song Chunxue took out a water pouch from her storage ring. "Just give him two drops."

"Don't worry, he's already been fed. He didn't finish the one you gave me last time. It's good stuff, and it would be a waste to drink too much of it." Master Zhang raised his chin to indicate. "He has something to tell you. After today, he said he won't appear in front of you."

Song Chunxue remained seated, watching the ceramic pot bound with wire, the hot water inside almost boiling.

Master Zhang grabbed a handful of old tea leaves and threw them in. "Go quickly, I'll carry him up the mountain later and take care of him."

"Huh?" Song Chunxue was very puzzled. "What did he say to you? Why is your senior brother taking care of him?"

“It was never my intention to leave someone to die, and besides,” the Taoist priest said, his long fingers gripping the handle and gently tapping the tea canister, causing the tea leaves floating on the foam to quickly sink to the bottom, “that monk reminded me of my past self.”

Song Chunxue asked no more questions.

The monk was awake and struggled to sit up when he saw her come in.

"There's something I've been saving for six years. I know you don't need it anymore, but I can't very well keep it. Could you please accept it?"

Song Chunxue glanced at the wound on his chest and quickly looked away.

"What is that?"

"These are all prepared for them. After I pass away, I will trouble you to deliver them to them."

Seeing the yellow cloth bag he handed over, Song Chunxue took it.

It seems that giving it to children a hundred years from now won't have much of an impact.

"It's clear that you and Lord Xie are deeply in love and mutually attracted," he said, leaning against the bedside with a weak smile. "May you grow old together."

The last two words were barely audible. The moment the words fell, two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks, and the monk turned his face away in a disheveled manner.

Song Chunxue's eyes flashed, but she didn't reply.

She turned her back to him and said, "Cultivate yourself well, and may you attain enlightenment and be free from human suffering."

"Doesn't Buddhism emphasize letting go? You should know that letting go is good for everyone."

Take good care of yourself.

P.S.: Wishing everyone a happy new year filled with self-discovery, self-improvement, abundant wealth, and all your wishes fulfilled.