Rong Yuan stared intently in the direction from which Rong Jin's voice came.
Rong Jin slowly emerged from the room, looking at his nearly fifty-year-old elder brother. What lingering resentment could he possibly have left behind?
More than a decade has passed; let bygones be bygones and cherish the people in front of you.
"Tsk, Your Majesty, you've aged quite a bit!"
When Rong Yuan heard that familiar teasing voice, it was as if he had returned to more than ten years ago, when he was in his prime and Xiao Jiu was a young man in his early twenties. Now they are both old.
Rong Yuan stepped forward and hugged Xiao Jiu, whom he had watched grow up: "Why is Xiao Jiu like this?"
The former Xiao Jiu was a dashing and debonair man, but now he seems older than him.
Rong Jin raised an eyebrow at Rong Yuan: "I have four little disciples, how can I still look like a young man? I have no dignity as a master. I've grown this up on purpose."
"You're really something, hiding here and making us search for you for over ten years. You haven't settled down or started a family, and all you've done is take on a few apprentices. If your elder sister knew about this, she would be heartbroken."
Xiao Jiu was raised by his elder sister. If his elder sister were still alive, and knew that Xiao Jiu had never married because of her, she would probably scold him.
When Rong Jin heard him mention his elder sister, she felt a pang of pity: "No matter what I do, my elder sister will never know."
Rong Yuan gently patted his back: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. More than ten years have passed since then. We can't ignore everyone because of this incident. People always have to look forward. Some things are better left unsaid. We can't let these younger generations suffer with us."
Rong Jin looked at his young apprentice and Rong Qi beside him, and after a moment turned back: "Yes, the younger generation has all grown up. Some things have to be put to rest."
Seeing that he said this, Rong Yuan thought that he should let it go.
"It's good that you understand. I came to see you this time without telling Third Brother, because I was afraid you didn't want so many people to bother you. What are your plans for the future, Little Nine? Are you still going to live alone on this mountain? And what about your disciples?"
Rong Jin: "My disciples all have their own things to do, how could they always be with me? My little disciple is the best, he comes to see me often."
When Rong Yuan heard him speaking up for Feng Qinghuang, he muttered softly, "If I had known that this girl's master was you, I would have come looking for you long ago."
Rong Jin sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine: "I don't want anyone to know. Who would know that I am Rong Jin?"
Seeing him pour wine, Rong Yuan quickly instructed Hong Fu, "Hong Fu, hurry up and bring out your Ninth Imperial Uncle's wine or food. Why didn't you think of that earlier?"
Upon hearing the Emperor's words, Hong Fu immediately began carrying things out. He inwardly grumbled, "Who saw the Ninth Prince just now and forgot everything else, yet still remembered the wine and food?"
"What is Your Majesty doing?"
Rong Yuan: "It's all because that little girl said you love fine wine and food the most, so I prepared more, afraid that you wouldn't eat or drink well on this mountain."
Rong Jin shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid that little girl wants to eat these delicacies. Huang'er, come and eat, don't worry about them."
Upon hearing that they had finished speaking, Feng Qinghuang quickly poured all the meat in her hands into the wolf pack, washed her hands by the nearby pool, and then led Rong Qi to the table to sit down.
She picked up a piece of pastry, took a small bite, and said, "Master, this pastry is so delicious!"
Rong Jin also picked up a piece and put it in her mouth: "It's alright."
Feng Qinghuang pouted: "Master, you're too picky. This was made by the imperial kitchen in the palace. You can't usually eat this. Wait, no, Master is the Ninth Prince. You must have eaten this every day in the palace. Master, then don't eat it. Save it for your disciple."
Rong Jin's lips twitched when she heard her little apprentice's words. Who had starved her little apprentice? Why did he seem so unsophisticated?
Rong Jin looked up at Rong Qi, then at Rong Yuan, his eyes conveying the message that they had been harsh on his young apprentice.
Both of them shook their heads, indicating that it was impossible.
Rong Jin shook his head. Forget it. This little apprentice is a natural foodie. She can eat well and a lot, and most importantly, she doesn't gain weight.
"Okay, Master won't eat anymore, Master will leave it all for you."
Feng Qinghuang chuckled: "Master, why don't you come down the mountain with me? What will I do if I can't eat good food in the future?"
Rong Jin tapped her head: "You can't possibly not have anything to eat?"
Feng Qinghuang covered her head, looking aggrieved: "How is it impossible? I don't live in the palace, how can I eat the palace's delicacies every day?"
Rong Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Was this little girl implying something about him?
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