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It was now early spring in March. Wudang County was built on the mountains, and looking up, one could see layers of peaks and clouds merging at the horizon. The clear breeze blew gently, the colors were a vibrant blue, further highlighting the lush green earth, making it impossible for any observer not to feel refreshed and uplifted.
Qin Yaru gazed at the blue and white clouds, inhaling the fragrance in the air, finally fully accepting the reality that this place was indeed where she had lived for nearly thirty years. The dilapidated courtyard was not the luxurious mansion built for the Princess but rather her home where she had lived for five years.
"Mother?"
Da Lang stared longingly at the yellow rice porridge in the black pottery jar, yet he obediently first served a bowl and brought it to Qin Yaru's lips. "Mother, drink the porridge; it smells so good."
Qin Yaru was taken aback, her complex gaze falling on the boy who was desperately swallowing. Looking into his clear and beautiful eyes, her heart softened unknowingly. Yes, Da Lang was still a filial and well-mannered child. She felt somewhat weak and foolish; after all, she was a young lady from a Scholarly Family and had never been careless in teaching her child. Although he was still young, he already understood proper etiquette.
If it weren't for him being taken to County Horse Manor at the age of three, he would still be too young. That Princess truly knew how to coax people; fearing that her child would not turn out well in the future, she preferred to endure her longing rather than see him more often. Perhaps... perhaps if she had not treated her once-treasured son with such distance, he would not have become so estranged from her!
"You drink it; there is still plenty in the pot."
Qin Yaru rubbed her son's head and brought the bowl closer to his mouth. Hearing this, Da Lang peered worriedly at the rice jar and bit his lip. "Mother, we don't have much rice left."
"You don't need to worry about such things," Qin Yaru sighed softly. "Mother will never let you go hungry."
Da Lang was taken aback, clearly not expecting his mother to be so resolute. In their usual difficult life, whenever it came to such matters, his mother would never say anything but would always end up secretly wiping away tears.
Suddenly thinking of something, Da Lang's face lit up with joy. "Mother, is Daddy coming back? Daddy must have become an important official and is going to take us to enjoy a good life!"
Qin Yaru squinted her eyes as she watched Da Lang happily holding the rice porridge and swallowing it eagerly. Her cheerful expression gradually cooled—who would this child choose between a father who could promise wealth and glory and a mother who was destitute and could barely afford food?
The fingertips were cold as Qin Yaru calmly picked up the bowl that was missing a corner and took a sip of the coarse yellow rice porridge. Most of it was made up of bran, scratching her throat painfully. However, she endured it and drank the steaming yellow rice porridge, feeling her body warm up a little.
Da Lang had been feeling tired and sleepy these past few days. After drinking the porridge, he inevitably became drowsy. Qin Yaru coaxed him to sleep, looking at the child's tender face and couldn't help but smile bitterly—he was only three years old; what could such a child possibly understand, even if he was precocious?
As a mother, she always hoped for the best for her child. Even after all this time, that wish would never change. In her previous life, she believed that her son would have a bright future by following his biological father and the Princess. In this life, however, she understood that if he followed a father who would abandon his wife, her child would never grow into an outstanding man. No matter how rich or powerful he became, if he turned into a heartless wolf who didn't recognize his own mother or know filial piety, it would be useless!
If Da Lang chose to follow Chen Wenyue on his own, she would have nothing to say. But this time, if Da Lang chose to stay with her as his mother, she would have to take on the responsibility of raising him well.
However, in this era, how difficult it was for a woman to keep her child!
Even if she and Chen Wenyue separated, even if Chen Wenyue and the Princess didn't want this son, the Chen Family Clan would not allow the child to stay with her!
Qin Yaru rubbed her forehead, driving away the chaotic thoughts. After ten years with Gao Feng, what she found most useful was probably never losing hope and striving step by step for what she wanted. The current situation wasn't too bad; Chen Wenyue probably didn't care much about Da Lang at this moment. Moreover, there was still a Princess involved; there might still be room for maneuvering.
The spring breeze gently brushed by, still carrying a chill. Qin Yaru stayed in the courtyard filled with memories and couldn't help but think of Chen Wenyue.
He was Daddy's student. Among all the students at Wenxuan Academy, Chen Wulang came from a poor background but excelled academically. He wrote beautifully and was highly regarded by Daddy.
Although she was a girl, Daddy was quite open-minded and had always raised her like a boy—teaching her literature without any slackening of effort. Before she turned seven, she spent all her time in Daddy's study; thus, they were truly childhood sweethearts.
Chen Wulang's appearance had already become vague in her memory; she only remembered that he was an exceptionally handsome man. Looking back now, they had indeed shared sweet and warm days together as husband and wife; they once played music harmoniously as a couple.
Looking around at the neatly arranged vegetable beds and seeing the grape trellis in front of the house—these grapes were planted by Chen Wenyue himself.
At the age of four, for reasons unknown to herself, she suddenly insisted on wanting to eat grapes.
Although grapes were not particularly expensive, in such a place, they were definitely hard to come by for a child of four or five. Chen Wenyue saw how much she craved them, crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom. She kept it in her heart and spent half a month eating only one meal a day, saving up some coins to buy her a bunch of grapes.
Many years later, she still remembered the taste of those grapes, incomparable to anything else!
As time went on, Grape Vine gradually grew up. Chen Wenyue set up a swing in front of the Grape Arbor, holding a book in one hand while pushing herself to play in the yard with the other. At that time, she was like Chen Wenyue's shadow, unwilling to leave her side for even a moment. If they were apart for just a few days, she would surely cry and shed tears, giving Daddy a headache.
Looking back now, Chen Wulang had it tough too; he had to study while also entertaining the girl’s antics. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, he must have secretly complained in his heart about how she wasted his precious time.
Indeed, she vaguely remembered a few times when Chen Wenyue got annoyed and helplessly sighed while rubbing his forehead: "You’re just a girl; why are you always making such a fuss and can't settle down!"
He didn’t understand that although the girl was still young, she already had her own thoughts. It was precisely because she liked him so much that she desperately wanted to get closer and didn’t want to be apart.
As the cold wind blew, fine rain suddenly fell, mixed with snowflakes. Qin Yaru stretched out her hand and watched as the crystalline snowflakes landed in her palm, melting into water—damp and very cool.
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