536 Traces II

Moon Empress.

Inside the Mu Chi Prefecture.

The weather is gradually warming up.

The group set up a charcoal brazier in the pavilion in the open-air garden, put in various meats and vegetables, and began to cook.

Brother -Suda Heqi, sister Zhang Rongyu, Lu Mei Sha, the wet nurse holding Zhang Huanqing, Zhang Rongfang, and Li Zhen who had just entered the mansion.

Everyone has arrived.

The pavilion was surrounded by wooden planks to block the cold wind. Layers of thick curtains were then hung around it, making it warm and interesting.

"What happened last time really scared me, but things seem much better now. There haven't been any more assassination attempts, big or small." Zhang Rongyu was clearly in a good mood, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"My father personally intervened and made arrangements with both sides, so the effect is obvious," Li Zhen said in a deep voice.

"Yes, we have to thank Miss Li Zhen for this. She really scared me last time. Now, our main family in Great Capital is also too busy to take care of themselves and can't help with the current situation. It's really difficult," Suda Heqi sighed.

He raised his glass and gestured towards Li Zhen.

"In that case, let's offer a toast to the young lady!"

"You're too kind, sir. My sister and I hit it off immediately, and she did me a lot of favors back then, so this little help is only what I should do," Li Zhen said earnestly.

Zhang Rongyu was also impressed that the Academy had given them such face. After Li Zhen's father personally spoke up, they stopped sending people and simply fell silent.

This calm initially made her uneasy, but as time went on, she gradually realized that the Academy was not only remaining silent, but also shifting its focus to the successors of the other Gentleman's Sword.

They completely ignored the situation in Wushan Prefecture.

This was exactly the situation Zhang Rongyu wanted, and all of this was achieved after she persuaded Li Zhen to come forward, and Li Zhen then persuaded her own father. Only then did the Academy choose to give up.

Clearly, she attributed everything to the power behind Li Zhen, which caused the Gull Academy and the other Academy to give up on seizing the Sword Bell.

Therefore, he felt even more grateful to Li Zhen at this time.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just explained the situation here to my father. As his daughter, I don't know how to proceed. He knows what to do." Li Zhen shook her head slightly.

"That's all thanks to you. Come on, let me toast you too." Zhang Rongyu raised her glass with a smile and toasted Li Zhen.

Zhang Rongfang watched this scene from the side, saying nothing, only smiling.

It would be strange if the Gull Academy dared to make a move after the death of a Great Grandmaster of the Confucian Sect martial arts.

He didn't care when he saw Li Zhen claiming credit for the work.

What he needs now is a sufficiently long period of stability and incubation.

Given enough time, one's talents will grow until one surpasses even the most Spirit General, gods, Gods and Buddhas, and transcends everything.

Moreover, he himself enjoys his current quiet life.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang's eyes turned, sensing that someone was watching him. Following his senses, he looked over and saw that it was Lu Mei Sha.

Lu Mei Sha seemed to have lost a lot of weight. When she saw Zhang Rongfang looking back, she quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Speaking of which, Mei Sha is going to the main family home in a few days. Rong Fang, don't you have anything to say?" her older sister Zhang Rongyu asked.

"Go back to the ancestral home?" Zhang Rongfang was surprised. Suddenly, out of the blue, he wanted to go back to the ancestral home. Obviously, this was due to the impact of the misunderstanding that had been cleared up earlier.

"Yes, her family has arranged a marriage for her, Mei Sha herself plans to go and see it." Suda Heqi with some regret.

Actually, he initially wanted to match his sister with Zhang Rongfang, but unfortunately, it seems that the two are destined to be apart.

"Mei Sha is very good, but a rough person like me is not suitable for her," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"You guys," Suda Heqi said helplessly. How could he not see what might have happened between the two of them?

Now it seems that since it can't be reversed, we can only give up.

"Alright, let's not talk about these sad things anymore. Although Great Capital is far from here, we can come back anytime if we want. As long as we ask the Spirit Army for an escort, the journey is quite fast," Zhang Rongyu interrupted.

"Yes, sister-in-law is right. I'm just going back to my ancestral home; it's not like I'm never coming back." Lu Mei Sha smiled as well.

Even so, she glanced at Zhang Rongfang again out of the corner of her eye and saw the calmness on his face.

She finally gave up.

Everyone raised their glasses to bid farewell to Lu Mei Sha.

Amidst a chorus of blessings and well wishes, and the babbling of Little Huan Qing, the atmosphere was filled with joyful cries.

Lu Mei Sha slowly drank the milk wine in her glass in one gulp.

Winter goes and spring comes.

March has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Mu Chi Prefecture, Little Huan Qing was already able to run around freely and speak quite fluently.

He had a dedicated tutor who taught him everything, from basic literacy and martial Foundation Establishment to Noble knowledge and court etiquette. Everything was starting to fall into place.

Even from a young age, Little Huan Qing could tell that he was a man of quiet and aloof temperament.

Although the medicinal bath gave me a lot of energy, I was able to run around everywhere.

But he never ran away to play; he ran away to escape the rigorous daily teaching schedule.

Now seven months old, he is adorable with a pink and tender appearance, and his mother dresses him up in elaborate and complicated ways every day.

Zhang Rongyu had all sorts of elaborate costumes made for her son, as if he were playing a role-playing game, and dressed him up in them.

It feels like she gave birth to a doll rather than a son.

To avoid classes, the entire Mansion became a playground for Little Huan Qing to hide in.

His martial arts teacher was an old man with a long white beard that reached his heels. He always carried a ruler in his hand and had a very serious expression.

Little Huan Qing disliked him very much.

He protested many times, saying that he was too young and should not start learning martial arts so early.

But the protests were ineffective.

At first, Zhang Rongyu, the mother, hesitated, but later she heard the martial arts teacher say that Little Huan Qing had excellent aptitude and had been nurtured by various Treasure Medicine from the Righteous Lineage since childhood.

From the very beginning, having embarked on this path, he had to Gentleman's Sword and become a seed.

Therefore, their treatment should be the same as that of the top successors of other major religions, receiving top-level training from a very early age.

From then on, no one in the manor protected Little Huan Qing anymore. No matter where he hid, he would be taken out and handed over to Zhang Rongyu.

So Little Huan Qing, unwilling to be oppressed, rose up in resistance.

Born in a medicinal bath, he was only seven months old, but his body was already similar to that of a two-year-old child, and he could run incredibly fast.

This day.

After being caught hiding again yesterday, he finally managed to find a new hiding place after wandering around.

"So, you came here?"

Zhang Rongfang was sitting in the Quiet Room, meditating and cultivating, when he sensed a little guy sitting on the steps outside the door.

Upon opening the door, it was indeed Little Huan Qing.

He has accumulated another 100 points of life over these three months, which will allow him to unlock a new Trait Talent.

I am now preparing to meditate and adjust my state before heading to the Wish Woman Canyon.

I never expected to run into Little Huan Qing.

"Uncle, can you do me a favor?" Little Huan Qing walked in and awkwardly sat down cross-legged, imitating Zhang Rongfang's posture.

He started learning Civilian Skill at a young age, so his cross-legged posture was fairly standard.

"What do you need my help with?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the little guy in front of him. Just a few months ago, he couldn't say a word, but now he's changing every day. He can speak fluently and clearly, which is something he never expected.

"I don't want to study, I want to play and rest. Go talk to my mother and ask her to give me some free time, okay?" Little Huan Qing said earnestly.

"Your mother is doing this for your own good. I think she's right, so you should go back," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"But I don't like studying. My teacher told me that I'm Noble, that I was born to be better than others, and that I could live a good life even without studying," Little Huan Qing replied.

This doesn't look like a seven-month-old baby at all.

Zhang Rongfang was surprised. He recalled that when he was seven months pregnant, he could probably only say a few complete sentences.

After thinking for a moment, he replied.

"You have many reasons, and I think you are also right."

"So you're agreeing to my request?" Little Huan Qing immediately became happy.

"But you can't beat your mother," Zhang Rongfang said.

"Fight? Why would I fight with Mother?" Little Huan Qing asked, puzzled.

"Because you won't study, you'll get beaten. Your excuses won't save you. Only by studying hard can you avoid getting beaten," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"But Uncle, you also said I'm right, so why aren't you helping me?" Little Huan Qing asked, puzzled.

"Why should I help you? Look at me, I have such martial arts skills now, and I achieved that through hard work and practice," Zhang Rongfang replied.

"Really? You said that before, but the teacher said your martial arts skills are very poor, only considered good among ordinary people, and told me not to learn from you," Little Huan Qing asked doubtfully.

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang didn't refute it, but just smiled. "Then you still need my help."

"... Hmm... Uncle, what you're saying is hard to understand." Little Huan Qing lowered his head, and unknowingly revealed a Purple Sword-shaped Accessory hanging around his neck.

"You'll understand when you grow up. Right now, as long as you study hard, you won't get beaten up," Zhang Rongfang comforted him.

"Well, sometimes I think, if I killed my teacher and mother, maybe I could play happily every day," Little Huan Qing suddenly added.

"?" Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Little Huan Qing. "You can't have such thoughts."

"Why? Since I was born Noble, can't I live a good life whether I have a mother or a teacher?" Little Huan Qing asked.

"But you are a child, very weak, and need your parents to protect you," Zhang Rongfang. "Besides, your parents love you very much."

"Does Uncle mean that as long as I'm not weak anymore, I can kill my teacher and parents and go out to play?" Little Huan Qing asked. "And what is love?"

"I didn't say that." Zhang Rongfang racked his brains, trying to figure out how to guide a child whose thinking had gone astray back onto the right track.

Just then, a figure gently landed outside the door; it was the white-haired old man with a long beard that Little Huan Qing had mentioned.

This person possessed an extremely profound aura, faintly reminiscent of the Three Voids Super Grade cultivators Zhang Rongfang had previously encountered. His heartbeat, blood flow, and muscle density under Dark Light Vision also indicated that his strength was at least at the Three Voids.

"Teacher Cui." Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly to him.

"I've come to take Huanqing back. I searched everywhere and found him running this way," the old man said calmly. His gaze, however, didn't even look at Zhang Rongfang; he just stared at Little Huan Qing without moving.

"Go ahead." Zhang Rongfang patted Little Huan Qing on the shoulder.

"Okay, Uncle, I'll come see you again later." Little Huan Qing bowed respectfully, then got up and left.

The two, one big and one small, turned and slowly walked out of the courtyard.

Just looking at their backs, Zhang Rongfang felt that something was wrong.

How did Little Huan Qing's thoughts turn out this way? And these Confucian Sect were so strict with him from the beginning, perhaps they know something.

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