Chapter 1169 Don't you know?
“That’s good, that’s good,” Zhang Chengxuan nodded. “Perhaps you’re a real man at heart, otherwise the Overlord Sword wouldn’t have chosen you.”
Wuyou suddenly appeared, "Master Zhang, you don't even mention Wuyou anymore. Am I really that bad?"
Master Zhang smiled and stretched out his arm, "Then you can change hands. I'll definitely praise you every day."
Wuyou paused for a moment, then decisively floated into Zhang Daoren's arms. "Fine, fine, Song Chunxue, did you hear me? I'm severing all ties with you..."
As they were talking, Wuyou fell silent.
Because Song Chunxue was staring straight at her.
"Why did you stop talking?"
"I would like to see Lord Xie."
Song Chunxue was taken aback for a moment, "If you want to go, then go. Would I stop you?"
"It's a good thing you didn't have a child, but I'm like your child. It's been a year, and I want to see him but I don't dare to, for fear that he will ignore me."
Zhang Chengxuan lowered his head and coughed lightly, listening quietly to the interesting story.
"Go ahead, I won't stop you."
"Alright! You said it yourself."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wuyou vanished.
Zhang Chengxuan remained silent for a moment, but couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going to give it a try?"
Song Chunxue gave him a cool glance. "You still dare to play matchmaker? If you're so bored, why don't we go up the mountain and practice our swordsmanship?"
Zhang Chengxuan immediately shut up, saying, "I shouldn't have said that."
“However, if you insist on thinking I should test you, I do have an idea.” Song Chunxue propped her head up with one hand and raised one leg, looking at Zhang Chengxuan with great interest.
Zhang Chengxuan felt a chill and instinctively knew it wasn't a good idea.
"Forget it, I'm not interested." He turned and lifted the carriage curtain. "We should be there soon."
"What are you afraid of?" Song Chunxue laughed. "Senior brother, I think you're pretty good. Why don't you tell them, the two of us..."
"Junior brother, I was wrong," Zhang Chengxuan said, clasping his hands together and almost kneeling down. "Don't do anything reckless."
"Hmph, with such little courage, you still want to test me?" Song Chunxue crossed her arms. "By the way, in a few days, I'll take my two disciples on a training trip, wherever we end up, and properly and seriously be a master for once."
"Just the three of you?"
"Well, if you and Tudan insist on going along..."
"What I mean is, could you take Tudan with you? I'd like to stay in the capital a little longer. Can you take care of all three of them?"
"I'll call you guys if anything serious happens." Song Chunxue is now full of confidence; there are few people in the martial arts world more capable than her.
"Okay." Zhang Chengxuan asked curiously, "Have you told your master?"
“Otherwise, I took both of them with me when I went down the mountain, and Master readily agreed.” Song Chunxue closed her eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.”
All she wants to do now is to train her two apprentices well, travel all the way to Jincheng, and then go to Wuquan Mountain to practice swordsmanship.
She now enjoys practicing swordsmanship. Perhaps experiencing life in the mortal world will help her forget all those messy and pretentious things.
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The next day, she gave her senior's child a gold auspicious lock.
"Oh my, it's gold! Junior brother, you're so generous." Fangyue couldn't stop smiling. "You all put a lot of thought into the gifts you gave. With you all thinking of my little treasure, he won't be bad."
"Of course, I won't let her suffer any loss." Lord Zhao gave her a jade ruyi, "I hope the child is healthy, happy, and safe."
No one knows what Master Han gave, but Zhang Chengxuan gave the child a box of pearls.
Xie Zheng simply gifted her a small courtyard house.
Everyone looked at Xie Zheng in surprise. How could he be so generous?
"It was a gift from Yun'er. She said she recently acquired a courtyard house, though the location is a bit remote. Perhaps Senior Sister would like it," Xie Zheng said earnestly. "If you don't like it, you can sell it."
"I like it, I like it." Fangyue nodded her thanks. "You're so thoughtful."
As noon approached, an uninvited guest arrived, calling out "Moon" as soon as she entered.
Everyone turned to look at the newcomer, and Fangyue immediately shouted, "Get them out!"
It seems this person is the child's biological father.
"Moon, I came here specifically for the child. I am her father. You can't treat me like this."
Fangyue said coldly, "So what if it is? We made a three-point agreement back then. You can't show up and disturb the child's life. My child doesn't need a father. I can raise him on my own. Our fate is over..."
"Moon," the man ran over and grabbed her arm, "Moon, I was wrong, back then..."
"Smack!"
Fangyue raised her hand and slapped him, silencing the words he was about to say.
Upon seeing this, Lord Zhao had a man lead the guests into the house, and then he greeted them with a smile.
"I'm sorry for making you all laugh. It's alright, it's alright. You all go ahead and eat."
He Xiu and Wei Hegui also arrived; it turned out they were old acquaintances of Fang Yue.
They all brought gifts for the children.
Song Chunxue also met a mysterious woman.
It seems they came specifically to see her.
After making eye contact with the person, Song Chunxue followed her to a secluded spot.
If I'm not mistaken, it's someone from Princess Anyang's entourage.
"What are your orders, Princess?"
The woman in her thirties bowed deeply to her. "The princess invites you to speak with Master Song about Lord Xie."
“There’s nothing to talk about. He has amnesia, and we’re like strangers. She should be at ease.”
The nun's expression held a hint of pity. "The princess only wanted to invite Master Song to take a look at her. She's restless and it's not appropriate to ask anyone else."
Fine, whatever the excuse, given the princess's character, she won't give up until she sees her.
Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she followed her nun to the princess's residence.
It's quite close; it only takes about fifteen minutes to get there.
Upon seeing each other again, Song Chunxue was taken aback.
Princess Anyang looked noticeably older, with a lot of white hair at her temples, her upper eyelids were quite droopy, and her eyes had lost their sparkle.
At that moment, Song Chunxue realized how helpless ordinary people are in the face of time.
In her previous life, by the time she was forty-six, her hair was almost completely white, as farmers would say, as white as a bowl of noodles.
At that time, her belly, after giving birth, was like a big, loose bag, hanging down.
No matter how much farm work you do every day, it can't stop you.
Because she wasn't exercising, but working hard, not trying to tone her body.
Because she was exposed to the wind and sun every day, she developed a lot of wrinkles back then.
In contrast, the princess has taken good care of herself and looks much younger than her peers.
“You…” The princess looked at Song Chunxue with an indescribable expression, and said with a touch of bitterness, “Now I believe you. You are a cultivator who is devoted to the Tao. Compared to back then, you are even younger.”
"I've just been practicing my sword diligently. If you wielded your sword every day, you'd end up like me." Seeing her weathered face, Song Chunxue couldn't recall anything from the past.
The princess smiled and said, "Please sit down."
Song Chunxue sat down without ceremony. Her two forearms, wrapped in wristbands, looked clean and neat. When she sat down, her nice black boots were visible, making her look very capable.
"I can't bring myself to dislike your outfit," the princess said gently. "I invited you here because I want your help."
"What kind of help?"
"Actually, I have already met Xie Zheng. He said he doesn't remember anything about your past. The court is in a precarious situation now, and the emperor wants him to come back, but he refuses."
Song Chunxue lowered her eyes and remained silent.
"After much thought, perhaps only if you persuade him will he listen." The princess rose and bowed to her. "It won't bind him for long, at most a year, but there is a case right now that only he can solve, which could extend the dynasty for a hundred years."
Song Chunxue laughed, "I can..."
"His Majesty has agreed that once the matter is resolved, he will pardon your son's crimes."
"What crime?" She hadn't heard the third brother mention it.
"Don't you know? Your son offended the four great families of Jincheng and was exiled to Liangzhou as a county magistrate." The princess picked up her teacup and chuckled. "Indeed, after all, you are Master Song, and you no longer concern yourself with such matters."
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