Chapter 825 Someone is following me
Xie Zheng was stunned for a moment, and the warmth and emotion that had just emerged because of the fox fur was instantly extinguished by cold water.
"Are you suggesting I find someone else to replace you and stay by my side?" He gripped her wrist tightly, his tone slightly angry. "I haven't even left yet, and you're already saying this?"
Is she really that easy to let go of things?
It felt like a thorn was stuck in my heart; I felt bitter and aggrieved, and a hint of anger rose within me, but it vanished in an instant.
What was he angry about? This was his predicament. He wouldn't ask her to come to the capital with him, nor did he want her to be put in a difficult position because of him.
What saddened him was that she said such things so casually, unaware of how important she was to him, and that she considered him someone she could settle for easily.
Who Xie Zheng is, others may not know, but does she not know?
But then he thought about it again, and all his emotions were replaced by bitterness.
She was saying things against her will, using magnanimity to mask her reluctance.
Song Chunxue also felt it was inappropriate; how could she say such a thing without thinking? It wasn't like her.
Having finally fallen in love and experienced the taste of romance, she was by no means a heartless person.
She softened her tone, lowering her head to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm doing this against my will. Let's go, or the snow will stop."
Perhaps they couldn't grow old together in this world, but this heavy snowfall can make up for that regret.
"Alright, let's go." Xie Zheng looked at Liu Chunshu standing outside the door. "You all go and get busy. Keep an eye on the yamen and the other officials these next few days. You don't need to come with us. We can take care of each other."
"But sir..."
"Just let me live a normal married life for a few days. What are you worried about?"
"..." Liu Chunshu tucked his hands into his sleeves, lowered his head, and pursed his lips, remaining silent.
Lord Xie is truly remarkable; his words alone make one feel sorry for him. He suspects that the Lord Xie is trying to soften Master Song's heart.
Wearing waterproof sheepskin boots, they walked through the thick snow, traversing deserted streets. Everywhere was covered in snow, and the whiteness gave them a disorienting feeling of being blinded.
They walked forward with their hands clasped tightly together, without saying a word.
...
"What?"
The fourth brother, who was sitting with his legs crossed and had placed the swaddled baby on his lap, turned around in surprise to look at the two brothers beside him.
"Lord Xie is going to the capital?" The fourth son picked up the child and stood up, gently patting the child's back. "Will Mother go too?"
"He said he wouldn't go, but I don't know if he'll change his mind." The second son stroked his chin thoughtfully. "But I guess Lord Xie will have a hard time coming back to Jincheng this time. I heard that there are almost no people left in the court. They've all been ruined by those eunuchs. The Embroidered Uniform Guard is also making people afraid to breathe. Lord Xie's situation when he returns to the capital won't be good, and he won't take Mother with him."
Sanwa nodded, "That's right, the wise thing to do is not to go. It's just that they've only been together for a short time, and it's a bit cruel to break up like this."
"Sigh," the fourth son sighed, "Mother is also a woman of hardship, why can't she stay with her husband until they grow old together? And Father is the same..."
At this point, the fourth brother stood up excitedly, "Didn't you say before that Dad was still alive?"
“He’s a monk now, so it’s even more impossible,” Sanwa said irritably. “Even if all the men in the world died, Mother would never be with him.”
As she spoke, Sanwa reached out her hand, "Be careful, the child is so small, don't just hold him like that, otherwise you won't be able to put him down later, and your arm will get sore."
The fourth child looked down at the child in his arms and reluctantly handed him over to the third child.
“Then I’ll hold him too. The baby is so small and cute. In the blink of an eye, he’s different from yesterday. I didn’t believe you when you said that babies grow up fast, but now I do. He changes every day.”
The third child, head bowed, held his baby and felt a pang of envy for the fourth child, whose firstborn was a boy.
However, he quickly came to terms with it. His two daughters were also very cute and were the apple of his eye.
The eldest son can already call him "Dad" and will follow behind him obediently when he practices swordsmanship or reads books, without disturbing him. He is smarter than he imagined, learning by example.
He believed that his child would be more successful than him when he grew up.
Whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as they don't suffer the same hardships he did, everything is fine.
But Mulan seemed unable to understand, and she was very anxious, secretly searching for folk remedies.
Even though her mother had told her not to be too persistent.
Although he didn't understand how his mother knew about the future, he knew from her several hints that it would be difficult for them to have a son.
Knowing the ending, he actually felt he should be content.
He's already very lucky to have gotten this far. If everything went smoothly, then God would surely take some things back, and he would have to start going downhill.
This is good enough. Sometimes he even fears that God will give him more favoritism.
He has always understood the principle that water overflows when it is full, and the moon wanes when it is full.
"So what do we do now? Should we go and comfort her, or persuade Mother to go to the capital to try and come back if the situation is really dire?" The second son hadn't forgotten why they had come to the fourth son's place in the first place.
He's going home later to have dinner with Wanying.
“That’s true. Perhaps Mother’s decision not to go is because of us. We need to make our stance clear so that Mother won’t be troubled. I’ll go and talk to Mother tomorrow morning to explain things.”
The fourth brother looked at the second brother and said, "Second brother, you should go back quickly. Don't let your wife send someone to invite you. She adores you and wishes she could tie you to her waist."
The second brother kicked him, saying, "You're no different, how dare you criticize me?"
"Why don't you quit your job at the yamen? Anyway, your second sister-in-law has money. You can just stay home and let him support you. You'll get tired of each other eventually." The fourth brother patted the dirt off his legs and ran to the side to offer a bad suggestion.
The second son seemed thoughtful, but the third son said decisively, "Absolutely not. A man should always find something worthwhile to do. If you go home and just eat and drink well all day, your belly will soon be bigger than a pregnant woman's. Your second sister-in-law won't care about you anymore and will keep kicking you out so you can find something to do."
The fourth brother nodded, "That's true, I've heard of such a thing before."
“That’s true,” the second brother snorted. “That Lin Chunjiao is just like that. It’s a good thing I didn’t marry her back then.”
The fourth brother narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly, "Oh, oh, oh, you even know how she's doing? What, you've seen her in private?"
"No, I ran into her on the street yesterday. She was carrying one man and holding the hand of another, and she was showing disdain for her husband in public." Thinking about how the man later felt he had lost face and even hit her in front of everyone, he frowned and stopped thinking about it.
"I'm going back to practice my sword. You two shouldn't fall behind either," the second son instructed as he walked out. "Don't let your mother's apprentice outdo you. Let people know that her own son is just as good."
The fourth brother laughed heartily and said to the third brother, "Listen to how ambitious your second brother is! How's your training going? Has the sword rejected you yet?"
"Fortunately, it seems to be getting along with me lately," Sanwa said, frowning. "Speaking of which, I've been feeling like someone's following me whenever I go out these past few days. Do you think they might be after my sword?"
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