He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he just stared blankly at the Crown Prince and the Imperial Physician, "Brother Crown Prince, is Grandfather going to kill me?"
The prince hugged him and comforted him like a gentle big brother next door, "Xiao Lin, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The prince is here and will protect you. Don't think too much. General Ye will not do that."
As Hua Fushu listened, she was shocked by this incident. The old general really did such a heartless thing as killing his grandson. She was also glad that Ye Zelin did not eat the cakes at that time, otherwise she would have no husband.
She wanted to fry the old general in oil a hundred or eighty times, but she still wouldn't feel satisfied. At this moment, she understood why Ye Zelin sometimes had such great hostility towards the old general, and also understood the reason why Ye Zelin and his grandfather were not on good terms. No one could easily forgive someone who wanted to kill their grandfather.
Ye Zelin has been respectful to the old general over the years. How could he be so respectful to the person who wanted to kill him?
Hua Fushu calmed down after being angry and maintained her rationality. She had witnessed the old general's care and love for Gu Du Lanxi these days. It was true that the old general was domineering, stubborn and overbearing, but his concern for the younger generation was also true.
She said, "Zelin, are you sure? It was really your grandfather who did this."
"I've looked into this matter. Grandfather prepared the cakes and asked mother to send them to the palace." Ye Zelin once asked his mother. Madam Ouyang said that the cakes were made by Nanny Zhou. Nanny Zhou was grandfather's person. Apart from grandfather, no one else would order Nanny Zhou around. He also tested Nanny Zhou, but Nanny Zhou didn't know about this matter. It should be that grandfather himself poisoned the cakes.
Hua Fushu asked, "Do father and mother know about this?"
"Father and Mother don't know. I didn't tell them." Ye Zelin said, and then warned Hua Fushu, "Stay away from Grandfather from now on. Don't get too close to him."
Hua Fushu never liked the old general and could never get close to him.
She said, "I know. I know the reason why you and the old man are not on good terms. So why does the old man hate you so much? He can't be so disgusted with you that he wants to kill you just because he doesn't like his mother as his daughter-in-law. You are his grandson."
The real reason why Ye Zelin hated the old general was the pastry incident, and he was not so clear about the reason why the old general wanted to kill him. He just felt that his grandfather's hatred for him might be related to something that happened in his childhood.
That year, Ye Songyan accidentally ate croton seeds and developed diarrhea. His grandfather, assuming he had poisoned his brother, confined him, depriving him of food and water. He then released a ferocious wild cat to scare him. The cat scratched him all over. If his eldest brother hadn't returned home, learned of the incident, and brought him out to a doctor, it's hard to say whether he would have been mauled to death by the cat.
At that time, my great-grandfather was in Xichui, and my mother returned to my maternal grandfather's home to take care of him. No one knew how scared he was at the time, or how he survived the long night. Also, because he had been scratched by a cat, he still had some trauma when seeing a cat.
Later, Mrs. Ouyang learned about this and had a big quarrel with the old general. This was the first time Ye Zelin had seen his mother and grandfather quarrel.
After Ye Shiheng returned to Beijing after pacifying the war, he also looked for the old general, but the father and son ended up parting ways unhappily.
Hua Fushu said indignantly, "Because of this incident, the old man dislikes you everywhere?"
Ye Zelin sighed, "You don't have to feel bad for me. It's hard to tell who's close in this world. Some people aren't blood relatives but feel like blood relatives, while others, though blood relatives, are no different from strangers. I treat my grandfather with respect, but it's just a matter of courtesy and face. Even if it weren't for the cakes and croton powder, we wouldn't have gotten close. It's not just me. Grandfather isn't particularly close to my eldest brother either, because he's the eldest son, and Grandfather has certain expectations of him. Ruhuan is favored by Grandfather because she resembles our late grandmother. Grandfather transferred his thoughts of our grandmother to Ruhuan, but when it comes to Grandfather's interests, Ruhuan is no longer the most important."
Isn’t this election the best example?
Hua Fushu approached Ye Zelin, took his arm, and looked at him with a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes, saying sincerely, "Zelin, Grandfather doesn't like you, and I like you."
Ye Zelin rubbed Hua Fushu's little head and smiled lovingly: "Yes, and you like me."
When he was young, he hoped that his grandfather would like him as much as he liked his younger brothers and sisters. When his expectation turned into disappointment, he never expected his grandfather to like him again.
He has parents who love him, a lovely sister, an upright but serious brother, a steady and capable sister-in-law, and a wife who loves him. That's enough.
God is so lucky to him.
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As September progressed, the weather gradually grew colder, and the chrysanthemums transplanted at the base of the Guanju Pavilion wall began to wither. The curled petals scattered on the black soil, turning into spring mud.
Ye Zelin worked tirelessly studying, leaving early and returning late. Hua Fushu was worried that Ye Zelin might catch a cold, so she prescribed a foot-soaking recipe. Recently, the Xinglin Clinic had seen a surge in patients, and they were running low on common herbs. She felt embarrassed to pick up medicine there, so she stopped by a herbal medicine store on her way back.
Hua Fushu gathered her plum-red cape embroidered with a Baoxiang flower pattern and entered the herbal medicine shop. Seeing the shopkeeper taking a nap on the counter, she woke him up, "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper was a man in his twenties, dressed in a garland-colored robe. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice. He looked at Hua Fushu sleepily, then stood up and said, "Madam, are you buying medicine?"
Hua Fushu nodded, her eyes suddenly sweeping across the scroll of Mencius on the counter. She handed the recipe to the shopkeeper, "Yes. Please make ten copies according to my recipe."
The shopkeeper took the prescription, glanced at it, then turned to look at a row of medicine buckets. He opened one and took a look. It was empty. He said to Hua Fushu, "We're out of ginger and not enough mugwort either. Madam, please wait a moment. There's still some ginger and mugwort in the backyard. It's enough for ten prescriptions. I'll be back soon."
Hua Fushu nodded.
The shopkeeper went to the backyard to get ginger and mugwort. As soon as he left, someone came in. He was a young man wearing a dark blue robe, a conical hat, and a black veil covering his face. His face could not be seen clearly in the dim candlelight.
This person is Bai Xingjian, also known as Han Xingjian, the youngest son of Han Tuizhi, the former prefect of Luoyang.
After his trip to Yuezhou, he went to Luoyang to inquire about his life experience. When he returned to the prefectural governor's residence where he had lived with his parents and brothers, a sense of familiarity arose, and many lost memories emerged in his mind. He remembered the names of his parents and brothers, and remembered that it was his adoptive father who took him away.
He didn't remember much, the only thing he was sure of was that he was Han Xingjian, not Bai Xingjian!
Hua Fushu turned her head and saw the man in the blue and white robe holding the Qingming Sword in his hand. She knew that this man was Han Xingjian.
"I wonder what brings you here, Mr. Han?"
Han Xingjian said coldly, "Aren't you waiting for my reply?"
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