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On June 5th of the twelfth year, Crown Prince Yan Dan left Daliang with a hundred attendants heading towards Chu Capital. On the way, he encountered Young Master Xue of Wei, engaged in a deep conversation, and was very pleased. The Crown Prince presented him with a Chu poem, saying, "Xue is my dearest friend in this life."
Young Master Xue was overjoyed, kneeling on the ground, and said, "Xue wishes to serve for a lifetime."
Later generations all spoke of Crown Prince Yan Dan's great wisdom, as a single word from him made Wei Gongzi comply.
"Yan Family — Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Two"
As the sun began to set, she realized that if she stayed any longer, there would be no food left. She patted her backside and climbed down the hillside, then strolled back to the village, thinking about what Jingqing might cook that would be delicious.
At dinner time, every household had smoke rising from their kitchens, and this was her happiest moment. She sang as she walked back with a light step. Just as she entered the door, she heard Qing and Zhu talking in the back room. Suddenly remembering that she hadn’t completed any of the tasks Qing had assigned her while wandering outside, she felt a bit guilty and hid at the door to listen.
Qing was kneeling on the ground preparing medicine, glancing at the medicine pot while saying, "We have no rice left at home, and the silver we brought is almost spent. Perhaps we should let her go."
Perhaps because of living under someone else's roof, she was particularly sensitive to such remarks and immediately felt it was about her.
Zhu replied, "No way. She has been with us for several years; how can we just throw her away? Besides, she has nowhere else to go."
"Let her return where she came from," Qing said.
"That's not good," Zhu hurriedly waved her hand.
Qing smiled, "Zhu has a kind heart. She doesn't know how to work; keeping her here is just wasting food. Letting her go would bring peace of mind."
Zhu seemed to be in sorrow, covering her face and crying, "Even though I didn't carry her for ten months and give birth to her, I treat her as my own child. How could you be so heartless?"
San Chun, upon hearing this, was so angry that she cursed inwardly, "I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you; you are my daughter."
After cursing, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. It turned out that in their eyes, she was just a waste of food. Although that was indeed the case, thinking it was one thing, but saying it out loud was another.
Not knowing where the anger came from, she rushed in and shouted at the two of them, "You don't need to drive me away; I, San Chun, am standing tall. I am a heroine; I can walk out on my own..." With that, she stormed out.
Seeing this, Zhu disregarded her frail condition and jumped out of bed to chase after her. "Hey, you haven't eaten yet!"
In the blink of an eye, San Chun had disappeared without a trace; there was no way to call her back.
Qing followed her out and supported Zhu, advising, "You don't need to worry; missing one meal won't kill her. But you should take your medicine first."
Zhu sighed, "She must have misunderstood what I said earlier. I'm just worried that at night it will be cold and she has nowhere to stay."
"Don't worry; I'll go find her and bring her back."
So she wants to be a heroine, huh? A few missed meals will teach her a lesson.
...
San Chun ran all the way down, leaving the village and heading west. She didn't even know where she got such stamina; she ran all night without feeling tired.
Qing thought she might have some skills; she had seen her chop wood before when the axe flew off and nearly hurt someone. It seemed that while she might not have martial arts skills, her legs were quite strong. After walking all night, when dawn finally broke, she could no longer move and collapsed on a hillside, resting on the green grass and inhaling the faint scent of grass. She unexpectedly dozed off in a daze.
In her dream, she seemed to see a person standing in front of her, holding a steaming bowl of rabbit meat, gently asking her, "Are you hungry? Would you like to eat some?"
"Yes," she hurriedly took it and began to devour it. Suddenly, she tasted a strange flavor and instantly woke up. As she opened her eyes, she realized she was still lying on the grassy slope, with only a few blades of grass and wild vegetables in her mouth.
Having skipped dinner, her stomach growled incessantly. She thought about returning to the village; perhaps Qing had saved her some food. But remembering what she had overheard between Qing and Sister Zhu made her heart ache. In their eyes, she was just an expendable person; it was better not to return home.
Even if they disregarded her, she couldn't blame them. After all, she was just a soldier of the Wei Kingdom, unable to even remember her own name. They had raised her for two years, which was already more than enough kindness.
Sighing, she got up from the grassy slope, planning to fend for herself and find something to eat.
Looking around, all she could see on the quiet grassy slope was grass; even the occasional flying creature seemed mostly to be insects. Just as she contemplated whether to catch a few insects to cook, she suddenly heard the sound of hooves approaching from ahead. She jumped up and saw that it was actually a horse-drawn carriage.
In two years in the village, she had only seen nobles riding ox carts; she had never seen anyone in a horse-drawn carriage. Could this be what they called—nobility among nobility?
Curious, she found a place to hide and decided to see what this elite person was doing in such a remote area.
The carriage stopped at a mound—or perhaps it wasn't really a mound. In front of it stood a wooden board shaped like a monument, with several words written on it that were blurred by wind and rain, making it impossible to read what was written. However, judging by its rounded shape, it seemed to be a tomb.
Recalling that she had seemingly crawled past that mound last night made her break out in a cold sweat. Would the owner of this tomb hold it against her for intruding into their dreams at night?
The carriage pulled by two horses came from afar and completely blocked the narrow road. Its decorations were extremely lavish; tassels hung from the top of the carriage, and the curtains were woven from bamboo dyed with a spring garden pattern that even someone unfamiliar with such things could tell was incredibly expensive.
On either side of the carriage were four sturdy men dressed in armor, each wearing a bronze sword at their waist and carrying a leather shield on their backs that resembled turtle shells. However, their imposing presence and majestic demeanor were certainly not something turtles could possess.
During this period, swords were symbols of status; those who could carry swords held some rank. Judging by their appearance, they were likely what Qing referred to as "scholars."
In his lifetime, Qing's greatest desire was to become a "warrior." He once believed that a "warrior" was a noble person. So now, what kind of noble identity could someone who leads so many warriors possess? Unfortunately, in this desolate wilderness, displaying such grandeur is truly akin to wearing fine clothes at night; there are people who set the stage, but no one to appreciate it.
San Chun wiped her nose and waited to see what kind of person would descend from the carriage.
A hand lifted the bamboo curtain, and a Brocade-Clad Man stepped down. He wore a long robe with golden Qilin embroidery, his face like beautiful jade, with spring-like pink lips and a pair of peach blossom eyes that resembled countless blooming peach blossoms.
From a distance, he appeared to be in his twenties, the prime season for peach blossoms. It would likely be some time before he faded away. Of course, one could not rule out the possibility of being struck down by hail in the next moment.
His hair was not styled into a bun like most men of the time; instead, his long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, held back only by a golden ribbon, exuding an air of carefree elegance. His noble aura was tinged with a hint of masculine charm—truly a stunningly attractive figure.
A luxurious carriage paired with a handsome man dazzled the eyes of ordinary people!
San Chun stared with wide eyes, nearly fainting. She finally saw a man even more handsome than Qing. With looks like his, there were probably very few who could compare across the Seven Kingdoms. He was precisely the kind of person that countless women dreamt of. Unfortunately, his appearance suggested he was not very reliable.
What was even more regrettable was that someone with such good looks seemed to lack intelligence.
He stood before the Tomb, gently caressing the wooden board at its front as if stroking the cheek of a lover, his expression exceedingly tender. It was hard to imagine that such a young nobleman would be... well, infatuated with a wooden board.
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