Chapter 889

Song Chunxue's injuries healed quickly, and she was able to slowly resume practicing swordsmanship.

But Xie Zheng always kept an eye on her and wouldn't let her practice swordsmanship.

These past few days, he has been on sick leave and has been staying by Song Chunxue's side every day.

However, he will return to the Xie residence that evening.

A few days ago, he stayed at the Zhao residence, which was only separated from Song Chunxue's courtyard by a wall.

It was as if he had suddenly transformed from a naive young man indulging in love into a composed and self-possessed Lord Xie.

Song Chunxue didn't feel much. Fangyue would always accompany her to see things she had never done before, and teach her how to make tassels and some secrets for maintaining her health.

Song Chunxue realized for the first time that there were so many rules and regulations involved in taking a bath.

However, she had an injury on her chest and was sweating, so she filled a half-bucket with water and took a sitz bath.

Looking at the dried flower petals floating on the water, and the flower oils extracted from various flowers, she felt dizzy from the fragrance and leaned back in the bathtub, enjoying this rich and luxurious experience.

After changing into clean clothes, she sat on the steps on the north side of the courtyard, drying her hair while combing it.

"Ah Xue".

Xie Zheng walked briskly into the courtyard, smiled when he saw her, and handed her a booklet.

"What's this?"

Song Chunxue put down the comb and opened the book he handed her.

It's a thick book; you can tell the old ones weren't enough, so the new sheets at the bottom are bound together to continue using it.

Xie Zheng picked up a comb and sat behind her, gently combing her hair.

"Didn't you want to buy land and a courtyard? There are a few nice farmhouses for sale in the villages outside the capital. I've looked at a few for you. Take a look and buy them if you like them."

Grange? land?

Upon hearing this, Song Chunxue immediately perked up, flipped through the pages, and noticed several bookmarks made of leaves.

Song Chunxue examined everything and couldn't help but praise, "City people really know how to do things. They even have pictures of the farmhouse and courtyard, making everything clear at a glance."

"Of course I prefer courtyards with water, ponds, springs, anything is good. I really like these two places." Song Chunxue became more and more excited as she looked at them, even happier than when she ate her favorite cold noodles and gluten.

With hopeful eyes, she held the book and looked at Xie Zheng, "Can I buy a few more?"

Xie Zheng nodded, "Of course you can, but you shouldn't own too many estates. Land is the most important thing. Private land can't be bought and sold casually. You have to go to the government to transfer the ownership, and you might be questioned. You can register it in your child's name and buy more land."

Song Chunxue nodded, "You're very thoughtful."

Being able to buy land near the capital was something she never dared to dream of.

Nowadays, one can buy a farm, with its blue bricks and white walls, carved beams and painted pillars, as well as covered walkways and waterside pavilions, with latticed windows and tower-style study rooms typical of Jiangnan. Song Chunxue only glanced at it, but from head to toe, she was filled with satisfaction and joy.

Although that courtyard couldn't compare to the eldest brother's mansion, the estate was close to his own fields. There were gardens, orchards, vegetable gardens, and the estate right outside his door, making it much more luxurious than the wealthy gentry of Zhuanglang County.

She excitedly looked up at the sky, but her joy turned to sorrow.

Is all of this real?

She's been given a second chance; God is being incredibly kind to her.

Song Chunxue was terrified that this was all a dream, and that when she woke up, there would be nothing left...

"Why are you crying?"

Xie Zheng brought his face closer, his warm fingertips gently tracing the corner of her eye, wiping away her wet tears. His eyes were filled with tenderness and heartache, and the smile in them could instantly illuminate the corner of her heart filled with fear.

Song Chunxue grasped his hand and rested her chin on the base of his thumb; the real touch made her feel at ease.

“If you feel bad about it, you can share some with Song Che. I heard from Lord Zhao that he still doesn’t know who his biological parents are, and he can’t even visit their graves to burn incense.”

Sensing her unease, Xie Zheng gently suggested something.

She held Song Chunxue's hand and said, "Don't worry about anything else. Song Che's life is in Lord Zhao's hands. Even if he has any complaints, he wouldn't dare to disrespect you."

Song Chunxue sniffed and laughed, "He'll probably think I'm showing off or trying to provoke him, so let's just forget about it."

At that moment, a voice transmission came from above.

"No, no, no, Master Song, you've misunderstood. I don't mean any harm. I just think you're kind-hearted, straightforward, sincere, and generous. Please give me whatever you like to thank me. I'm just an accountant who looks at books for others, and I need to eat, drink, and relieve myself too."

“What happened before was my own fault. What you do with the money I handed over is all what you deserve.” Song Che even tried to smile. “I will be grateful for the Taoist’s kindness.”

Song Che stood behind them, practically begging for money.

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Song Chunxue said, handing him a small bag of gold. “Spend it sparingly, or you won’t look like an accountant. You can ask me for more when you’re done.”

Since Song Che had already given her so much money, it wouldn't matter if he gave her some more.

Song Che's eyes lit up, his slender fingers pressed together, "Really?"

"Then don't just focus on buying estates. There are several excellent shops on the streets of the capital. You must buy them; they will definitely bring you a lot of wealth in the future."

Xie Zheng asked curiously, "Which shop is it?"

"The third shop on North Street, that empty tea shop being sold off cheaply, you must buy it. There are two other shops I wanted to buy before, but Prince Xuan wouldn't let me. Now that Prince Xuan has run away, you must buy them as soon as possible. If you don't have enough money, go to Prince Xuan's treasury."

Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng were quite surprised.

Is it so easy to get into Prince Xuan's residence?

Furthermore, is Song Che perhaps encouraging them to go to their deaths?

At this moment, Master Han suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of them.

He put his hands behind his back and said mysteriously, "He wasn't lying, you can go."

"Song Che, you take them there. I only want that thing of yours from the Xuan Prince's mansion's vault. You should know what I mean."

He looked up at the sky and said, "Go early and come back early, otherwise the money will be confiscated and sent to the national treasury."

Song Che cupped his hands in greeting, "Yes."

Song Chunxue quickly tied up her hair with a peach wood hairpin and straightened her clothes. "Okay, let's go now."

Xie Zheng still had questions, but Song Che raised his hand, and the next moment, they appeared at the Xuan Prince's residence.

The mansion was sparsely populated, unlike its former bustling state. Walking through it, one could see that the vegetation had grown unusually lush and overgrown due to lack of pruning, making it appear somewhat dilapidated.

The leaves on the ground were gently swirled up by the wind, rolling and turning in one place, creating a somewhat desolate scene.

Song Che ignored all of that and led them straight to the underground garage.

Song Chunxue was about to speak to Xie Zheng when she was stunned by the scene before her.

This isn't a basement, it's practically a palace!

Song Che looked at the two people who were far behind him and asked, "What are you standing there for? Are those storage rings in your hands just for decoration? Or are you already so rich that you don't need them anymore?"

He raised an eyebrow at Xie Zheng, "Don't you want to return them to the people?"

Xie Zheng clenched his fist and put the largest golden lion into his storage ring. "Pick the most expensive ones to store, and leave some for that stupid emperor, otherwise he won't even be able to afford the reward money for the eunuch."

"Huh?" Song Chunxue held an imperial green jade plate, her face full of curiosity.

P.S.: You've all been too busy to read novels these past few days, right? I'll be diligently writing tonight. Tomorrow I'm going back to my parents' house to play mahjong with my sisters. Last night was my first time playing, and I finally understand why so many people are mahjong enthusiasts.