Chapter 722 Your Peach Blossoms Have Bloomed
The fourth brother hopped to the top of the stairs like a rabbit, then looked back at Song Chunxue with a smile, holding onto the handrail.
"To be honest, I used to admire others, but now the people I admire most are my mother, Lord Xie, and only Sanwa. With so many people around me who are only striving for improvement, it would be hard for me to turn bad."
Song Chunxue tossed a walnut over.
"Oh, I missed. Mother, you're busy, so go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about us," the fourth son said with a grin. "We're all getting married now, and Mother will be all alone. It's good that you're busy now too."
Song Chunxue was both angry and amused, so she rolled up her sleeves and chased after him downstairs.
"Stop right there and come over here to talk properly."
"Mother, I'm going to get the wine now. See you later." The fourth son waved with a grin. "Don't worry, I won't say anything."
Tian Qi laughed from upstairs, "What are you talking about? Is Mother leaving?"
"Okay, I've looked at it and I'm leaving. You guys go ahead with your work."
"Wait, I'll take Mother there."
"No need, you're so heavy, go and rest. Don't go downstairs too much." Song Chunxue waved her hand. "Let's go!"
She was dressed in a simple light green, narrow-sleeved outfit, her hair was styled high and held up tightly with a peach wood hairpin. From behind, no one would guess that she was a woman nearing forty.
Her long, swaying figure filled Tian Qi with envy; she wished she could be like her mother-in-law when she reached that age.
Halfway there, she ran into Zhao Jian, who was sitting in a carriage.
"Master Song, please wait."
Someone jogged over and stopped her.
Turning around, I saw Zhao Jian getting off the carriage.
"Master Song, you're back. Where are you going?"
Song Chunxue looked at him warily. "Wandering around, is there something you need?"
“It’s nothing important, I just wanted to tell you that my nephew Xiao Liu has been living on the mountain for quite some time now. According to Master Zhang, he has less than a month left to live, but he can walk normally now and his complexion is better than before.”
Zhao Jian was both excited and nervous, rubbing her fingers together. "Although we don't know the reason, we hope he is really getting better, and not just having a brief moment of lucidity before death. Could you go and see what's going on?"
This is a good thing, but she's not very capable, so watching it is pointless for her.
"Isn't Seventh Uncle up on the mountain? What did he say?"
"He didn't know either. He only said that my sixth son's pulse was normal, although weaker than normal, but much better than before. I thought that since your cultivation has progressed so much, perhaps you have some secret. Could you tell my nephew something about it?"
What secret could she possibly have? She must have suffered a lot in the first half of her life and always been more hardworking than the average person. What else could it be?
"Let me make this clear beforehand: I have no shortcuts other than hard work. The reason I was able to come to the capital was because of some good luck. But cultivation depends entirely on yourself. Don't count on me." Song Chunxue turned around. "Since there is such a strange thing, it would be good to go up the mountain and take a look."
The trip to accompany Lord Xie will have to be postponed; I hope he won't be angry.
But she will definitely appear in front of him tonight.
"If Master Song doesn't mind, please ride in my carriage up the mountain with me."
Looking at the carriage in front of her, which exuded an air of wealth, Song Chunxue said, "Young Master Zhao, please go first."
Although the carriage was not very spacious, it was comfortable.
Halfway there, she began to regret that she should have gone to the Xie residence first to inform them, and then quietly made her way up Mount Yujian.
Now that we've already taken the ride, it's not appropriate to get off.
"Was your trip to Jiangnan successful?" Zhao Jian asked her.
"It's alright. I changed my route halfway to go to the capital. It's too hot in Jiangnan. I'll go another time." She asked politely, "Has anything major happened in the past few months?"
"Something big?" Zhao Jian pondered for a moment. "You're probably asking about something related to your child, right? Is Wang Can just having Jiang Yexun beaten up?"
Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "He hit Sanwa. What happened?"
...
As they approached the mountaintop, Song Chunxue finally understood the whole story.
Wang Can somehow got wind of the news that Xie Zheng was being suspected and pressured by the Emperor and might not return. He was also instigated by his trusted subordinates, who set a trap for Sanwa, whom he disliked, and had him arrested in public, verbally humiliated, and physically provoked.
Although Huang Mo quickly took action and took the three children away, the matter was dropped and not many people knew about it, but it was no longer a secret in the government office.
This is also Song Chunxue's fault. She was too impulsive before, only thinking about venting her anger and establishing her authority, without realizing that she couldn't scare those local bullies.
Although the Zhao family also has high-ranking officials in the government, they still have to think twice before dealing with Wang Can, a ruthless character.
"Although I confronted the person who hit your third child, I don't dare to confront that old fox Wang Can head-on. Now that multiple forces are colluding, I suspect he might even be planning to take military action, so we can't act rashly."
Song Chunxue nodded, "I understand, thank you. I will treat this matter with care."
"Well, it's good that you know what I'm doing," Zhao Jian reminded him. "Most of the time, force can't solve problems; we have to use strategy."
"Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Zhao."
Zhao Jian waved his hand, "Let's go, we're here."
When she reached the top of the mountain, she went to the Taoist temple and saw Changfeng and Changyun, but Tudan'er and the Taoist priest were not there.
Afterwards, she went to see the Sixth Young Master.
His complexion improved significantly, and he even stood in the autumn wind to enjoy the scenery, showing no signs of his previous weakness.
"Second Uncle, Master Song, what brings you here? Please come inside."
Zhao Jian explained, "I was just worried about you, so I asked her to come and take a look."
"You've learned to meditate now. How does your body feel?"
Song Chunxue felt that the sixth young master of the Zhao family did look better, and he was not as thin as before; in fact, he looked like he had gained weight.
That wouldn't be a final burst of energy before death.
A brief resurgence of energy before death is merely an illusion caused by the exhaustion of vital energy; it does not lead to weight gain.
“That’s right, I’ve been meditating lately. The air on this mountain is nice, and I start meditating and absorbing energy every day as soon as I close my eyes,” the Sixth Young Master said gently. “Even if my time to die comes and I leave, it’s nothing. Second Uncle is just making a fuss and taking it too seriously.”
Song Chunxue curiously touched his pulse, which was no different from that of an ordinary person.
"What did Master Zhang say?"
“He said I would be alright,” Zhao Liu Gongzi said with a smile. “The Taoist priest has always been kind and benevolent.”
"I also think it will get better. You must have discovered some secret, a 'life-or-death' situation. Just continue meditating and cultivating, don't think about anything else."
"Yes, that's what I think too. Whether you're happy or sad, it's still just another day. Getting one more day of sunshine is already a blessing."
At this point, he took out a letter from his pocket, "Please ask Master Song to pass this on to Lord Xie."
Song Chunxue took it, "I will pass it on."
The Sixth Young Master smiled, his white robes billowing in the wind. His smile was pale yet radiant, like a white hibiscus in full bloom.
"Master Song, your peach blossoms have blossomed, congratulations."
"Um?"
"It's nothing, you can go down the mountain now, don't delay."
"..." Song Chunxue felt guilty. Could it be that he had noticed something?
"Since you're here, Second Uncle, play chess with me. You can go back tomorrow." With that, Young Master Zhao raised his hand. "Also, regarding Jiang Yexun's matter, I'll give you some advice. Please come in, Second Uncle."
Zhao Jian asked curiously, "What peach blossoms are blooming? Isn't she uninterested in men?"
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