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Holding the medicine bag, Pang Yuanying turned and left.
The place where their family currently lived was somewhat remote, but it was still much better than the average household in Kaifeng City. They could afford to hire a few servants, and life was relatively stable, at least they did not have to endure the temper of ordinary officials.
Although the Pang Family had fallen from grace, they had once been a prominent clan. Most of their relatives and friends did not dare to help when the Pang Family was in trouble, but now that time had passed, they were willing to lend a hand to the descendants of the Pang Family, if only for the sake of their own reputation. They could not allow the children of the Pang Family to truly fall into despair.
When Pang Yuanying returned home, he went to the kitchen to prepare the medicine. His movements were very skilled; his fingers were no longer as fair as they had been ten years ago, now covered with calluses and quite rough.
Once a bowl of medicine was ready, he personally carried it to his sister-in-law's room and had an elderly woman with gray hair take it inside. He vaguely heard a few suppressed coughs coming from the bedroom.
"Wife, I heard that Highwayman suffered greatly in Yan Prefecture and was assassinated, seriously injured. I think this is all retribution; he won't be coming back. Our husband can finally rest in peace..."
The old woman was the wet nurse of Pang Yuanying's sister-in-law, having served her for most of her life. Even when the Pang Family fell on hard times, she refused to leave. Having been accustomed to a life of comfort, now that their fortunes had declined, she seemed much older than her not-yet-fifty years. After feeding her mistress the medicine, feeling resentful, she couldn't help but mutter a few words.
Pang Yuanying heard this from outside the window and, for some reason, felt little satisfaction in his heart. He only recalled seeing Consort Qin earlier and felt a twinge of self-mockery—despite her husband’s uncertain fate, her demeanor remained calm as ever, just like in the past. Even when in danger, she showed no fear at all and was steadier than he, a grown man.
"Such a woman should be left for Gao Feng to enjoy; others cannot swallow her."
Pang Yuanying turned around and slowly got up to leave. His nephew was different from him; he was a true member of the Pang Family—smart, filial, and an excellent student. It could be imagined that the future of the Pang Family would rest on his shoulders. As an uncle, all he could do was ensure that the next generation grew up healthy and had opportunities for education and martial arts training.
Upon encountering Pang Yuanying, Qin Yaru had to admit that her emotions were somewhat stirred. That former nobleman was not the first man to covet her. He had brought her some trouble but had not harmed her in any substantial way.
Which woman hasn’t dreamed of being adored by a prince charming? Although Pang Yuanying was not a prince charming, to Qin Yaru, he resembled those wealthy young men from the twenty-first century who spent lavishly to pursue beautiful women.
Future reserved and rational Cinderellas may, for various reasons, decline the pursuit of their noble suitors, unwilling to become their playthings. They may lose a lifetime of freedom and fall into an abyss from which there is no return, but in their hearts, they might feel a sense of satisfaction, even if their exterior is as cold as ice. No woman truly hates a nobleman willing to spend lavishly on her.
Qin Yaru casually reminisced about the long-gone days of her youth.
As months passed, Qin Yaru finally learned some more concrete information from Qin Xiu. The war between the Song Dynasty and Dangxiang was unexpectedly unfavorable for the Song Dynasty, as the Dangxiang army was numerous and powerful.
Upon hearing that Gao Feng and the Qilin Army had arrived at Yan Prefecture, not only were they unwelcome, but they also raised the vigilance of the defending troops. Uncertainty reigned on the battlefield; several commanders disagreed and argued among themselves. A few years ago, no one could challenge Gao Feng's authority, but over the years, the gentle realm had become a grave for heroes. After staying in the capital for so long, Gao Feng's reputation no longer exerted significant pressure. Moreover, the war with Dangxiang was not the same as that with the Liao People. The commanders at Yan Prefecture did not trust Gao Feng, which was not hard to understand.
Upon hearing that Gao Feng had indeed been seriously injured, Qin Yaru hesitated for a moment before starting to pack her belongings. She kept it simple but brought along many newly made medicinal herbs and prepared a carefully crafted wagon reinforced with steel plates, along with two rare steeds from the Song Dynasty.
In ancient times, women typically stayed away from battlefields. Qin Yaru never intended to go to war like in the Twenty-First Century. However, as the days without Gao Feng passed, she realized that despite being together every day and not feeling his importance, once separated, she understood that they were one entity. Gao Feng had become part of her soul; if he died, she wouldn’t actively seek death but wouldn’t truly feel alive either. She wanted to be closer to him, even if she couldn’t help him directly; she wanted to breathe the same air and alleviate his worries.
In the past, it would have been considered a sin for women to approach battlefields—absolutely inauspicious—but over these years, Gao Feng had trained new troops with dedicated medical personnel, most of whom were men. However, this was meticulous work that women could perform with more care than men. Gradually, women began to participate.
Although women were stationed at the rear and could not go to battle, helping with bandaging wounds and caring for patients was certainly possible.
When Qin Yaru began packing her things, Qin Yizhi noticed and understood what his precious daughter intended to do. He just temporarily kept it from the Cheng Family, fearing it would affect her.
Watching his daughter calmly instructing people to fill her wagon, Qin Yizhi revealed a bittersweet smile: “You were always such a well-behaved child compared to your brother; you rarely caused me any trouble. I never expected you’d grow up to surprise me so much.”
With a sigh, Qin Yaru leaned against Qin Yizhi, just like many times before. She slowly lowered herself onto her father’s lap as he gently stroked her hair with his rough hands… Though it was dark hair, it had already begun to show traces of gray.
“Recently, reinforcements will surely be sent from court. I’ll go along with the supply convoy; I’ll be safe on the way back with Gao Feng. Please don’t worry, Daddy.”
Qin Yizhi did not oppose at all. Unlike other fathers, Qin Yizhi was always willing to indulge his daughter, even if what she wanted to do was somewhat shocking.
"I will take good care of your Sister-in-law and your elder brother's children. You don't need to worry about the family."
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