Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 75

Yang Nianqing was stunned. (f7)

Was this a reminder to herself? Or a warning? Driven by the instinctive pride of a modern woman, a nameless anger flared within her. What your son thinks is none of my business!

Seeing her somewhat annoyed expression, Madam Ye quickly took her hand: "Miss Yang, please don't misunderstand. I meant no harm. You'er is truly grateful to you for turning back, but..."

There was a brief pause.

She gently held Yang Nianqing's hand and whispered, "But every mother in the world hopes that her children will live out their lives peacefully. I... I really don't want him to have anything to do with people like you..."

silence.

Madam Ye raised her head.

His no-longer-young face wore a cautious expression, as if afraid of upsetting her. His elegant eyes stared at her without blinking, filled with longing and sorrow.

Yang Nianqing's anger suddenly vanished, replaced by guilt and sadness.

Standing before him was just an ordinary mother, a mother humbling herself to say these words to him. If it wasn't for her son, what else could it be? Anyway, he and Tang Keyou had no other relationship…

Thinking of this, Yang Nianqing immediately withdrew her hand without showing any emotion, and smiled, "Madam is overthinking things. We have always been just ordinary friends. Perhaps Madam has misunderstood?"

Hearing this, Madam Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded sadly: "You are a good child too. You're fond of you, how could I, as your mother, not know? But... I don't want anything to happen to him, so I have to apologize to him this time..."

Yang Nianqing was about to speak—

"Mother, Mother, come quick!" The embroidered curtain was lifted, and a person walked in.

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It was Tang Kesi, who was walking around looking at a painting, her little face full of curiosity: "Mom, who is this beautiful woman in the painting?"

Madam Ye scolded, "A young lady shouting like that, she's getting more and more unruly."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Yang Nianqing coughed.

Tang Kesi happily put away the painting, snuggled up to Madam Ye and started to act coquettishly. Suddenly, she noticed Yang Nianqing was also there and immediately said happily, "So you invited Sister Yang to talk. Why didn't you call me?"

Yang Nianqing smiled and changed the subject: "What beauty? Where is she?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Kesi remembered and handed the scroll to her: "Here it is. I found it in my mother's room just now, but I don't know who it depicts."

Madam Ye tapped her forehead: "You've been rummaging through your mother's things again!"

"No way!" Tang Kesi pouted. "I was just looking for clothes and found it while I was at it." Then she asked curiously, "Mother, the beauty in the painting is so pretty, who is she? I've never seen her before."

Madam Ye smiled and said, "There are many paintings in the house. How could Mother remember them all? Let's open them and take a look first."

Yang Nianqing nodded in agreement and slowly unfolded the painting, but her expression changed after just one glance.

After a while.

She pointed at the painting and stammered, "This, this is..."

Madam Ye took it and smiled kindly: "This is my mother."

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My mother? Mrs. Ye's mother?

Yang Nianqing was dumbfounded.

No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing her! It turns out that's why! With that special background, it's no wonder she couldn't accept her husband's betrayal and could very well have killed him in a fit of rage!

Madam Ye and Tang Kesi did not notice the strange expression on her face, as they were focused on looking at the painting.

Tang Kesi said happily, "I never knew my maternal grandmother was so beautiful. How come I've never seen her before?"

Madam Ye lovingly stroked her daughter's hair: "When I was a teenager, she left and never returned. I searched for her for many years but could not find her. I'm afraid she has passed away, which is why you don't recognize her, not even your father knows her."

Her tone carried a hint of sadness, as if she had been abandoned by her mother.

Tang Kesi was slightly taken aback: "Then... who is my maternal grandfather?"

Madam Ye shook her head: "He passed away a long time ago, I never met him."

Seeing her mother's expression, Tang Kesi was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and tugged at her mother's sleeve, saying coquettishly, "Mom, don't you still have me and my brother?"

Madam Ye sighed softly, "Yes, as long as you are all alright, I am relieved."

It turned out that there was a discrepancy between what she had said before! She had not been separated from her mother, but rather her mother had gone and never returned, and her father had never been seen either. The thing that had been puzzling her for so long was finally confirmed. Yang Nianqing was overjoyed, but also felt a little sorry for her—all these years, she must have had nothing but her husband and children.

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Half a day.

Tang Kesi seemed to have thought of something and took Madam Ye's hand: "Mother, I... want to learn to paint."

Madam Ye smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that?"

"But...uh..." Tang Kesi blushed and quietly touched Yang Nianqing's arm.

Yang Nianqing snapped out of her daze and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Tang Kesi whispered, "But, I want to learn to draw, and I want to find the best artist..."

Madam Ye was puzzled, but Yang Nianqing already understood and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. So that's what she meant. Wasn't it obvious? Who was the best painter? But Madam Ye didn't want her children to be associated with her people at all. Besides, Nangong Xue had been framed in this case and was a victim. How could she possibly agree to that?

Seeing that Yang Nianqing refused to help, Tang Kesi became anxious and her face turned red.

Her intentions were so obvious that Madam Ye, being an experienced woman, could easily see through the young girl's thoughts. She couldn't help but laugh: "This girl is getting more and more cunning these days. Who would you like to hire to teach you?"

Tang Kesi lowered her head and remained silent.

Madam Ye deliberately turned her hand away: "Since you won't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you."

"Mother!" Tang Kesi finally couldn't hold back anymore, hugging her mother's arm with both hands, her face flushed as she whispered, "I've heard Father say that Brother Nangong is very good at painting..."

As expected, before she could finish speaking, Madam Ye's face darkened: "No!"

Tang Kesi was stunned: "Mother, you..."

"No, from today onwards, you are not allowed to go to them again!"

"mother--"

Madam Ye said sternly, "Go back to your room. You are not allowed to go to the South Courtyard again, and you are not allowed to mention this matter again!"

Tang Kesi and Yang Nianqing were stunned, probably because they had never seen her so angry before.

After a while.

Tang Kesi's eyes reddened, tears welling up: "Mom...why are you being so fierce..."

Seeing her distress, Madam Ye realized that her tone had been too harsh, so she could only sigh and say softly, "Listen to me, Madam Ji's paintings are now famous all over the world. If you want to learn, I will ask her to teach you, okay?"

"I don't want to!" Tang Kesi pouted, feeling wronged, and ran out.

Madam Ye shook her head, her gaze dimming.

Yang Nianqing didn't know what to say.

From a modern perspective, Madam Ye's actions were certainly unreasonable, but in this treacherous world, what was wrong with a mother's good intentions? Besides, Nangong Xue didn't like Tang Kesi anyway, and if things continued like this, she would be heartbroken sooner or later, so it was better to put an end to her thoughts.

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Night falls and the lights come on.

"It's good that you're all here!" Seeing that He Bi and the others were still there, Yang Nianqing couldn't wait to ask as soon as she stepped in, "Guess what I saw!"

The four men, who had been looking serious and seemingly discussing something important, were all taken aback when they suddenly saw her rushing in.

Yang Nianqing ignored them and paced excitedly, saying, "Maybe the case can be solved!"

He Bi looked at her: "What did you see?"

Yang Nianqing blinked: "A painting, Mrs. Ye's painting!"

Upon suddenly discovering this secret, she was so excited that her emotions became abnormal, and she spoke incoherently. However, the others did not find it strange; instead, they all stared intently at her.

Half a day.

Yang Nianqing finally calmed down and looked at Li You: "Do you remember the dream I told you about?"

Li You nodded.

He Bi nodded, a rare occurrence: "Old Li mentioned it."

"Don't you think that dream is absurd and unbelievable?"

The two remained silent.

Nangong Xue smiled: "Although this dream was unintentional and cannot be used as a clue or evidence, since you brought it up now, you must have made some discovery?"

Yang Nianqing nodded: "Yes, I've always felt that it was just a dream and shouldn't be taken seriously."

At this point, she couldn't help but become animated again: "But now, you'd never guess what I saw in that painting!"

"What?"

"Yun Biyue!"

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"You didn't expect that, did you?" Yang Nianqing laughed, seeing the astonished looks on everyone's faces. "Although the drawing is a bit abstract, the red clothes and the appearance are definitely the Yun Biyue I saw in my dream!"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Having achieved her goal, Yang Nianqing said smugly, "Isn't it a coincidence? But there's an even bigger coincidence! Guess what her relationship with Madam Ye is?"

Nangong Xue hesitated, glancing at He Bi: "Madam Ye has her portrait, could it be...?"

“Yes!” Yang Nianqing interrupted him impatiently, “They are mother and daughter! Madam Ye said it herself, that was her deceased mother! And she also said that she had never seen her father!”

There could be no more astonishing news than this! Yun Biyue had lived a lonely and unmarried life, so how could she suddenly have a daughter? If this were to spread, people in the martial arts world would probably laugh at it, but now, everyone felt that it was not funny at all—if it were really true, it would be perfectly natural for Yun Biyue's daughter to know the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Palm.

Li You frowned and muttered, "Very good, now you might as well tell me about that dream again, but be very careful."

Volume Three: Questioning Love, Questioning Love's Palm