Zhan Chun - Chapter 72
Yan Yufei stared blankly at the severed hand in front of him and said in a low voice, "I know. Uncle Yin, I'm so sorry for always making you worry about me. The injury... needs to be bandaged as soon as possible."
He took one last look at his right hand, then resolutely turned his head away, refusing to look again.
Mo Yunqing kept his eyes tightly closed. He had only heard a few sounds of weapons clashing, followed by Uncle Yin's extremely surprised cry, and then there was no more sound.
The eerie silence sent chills down his spine. After waiting for a long while, he finally couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Young Master? Young Master, are you alright?"
A soft, gentle voice quickly sounded from behind: "Here's your sword back. It's extremely awkward to use."
With a "thud," the sword was stuck at his feet. Mo Yunqing opened his eyes in surprise and doubt. Apart from the giant man who looked like a dead man, there was no one else in front of him.
Looking back at Shu Jun, he moved his neck and legs as if nothing had happened, then lifted the curtain and was about to enter the cabin.
Mo Yunqing murmured, "Young Master... are you alright?"
Shu Jun turned to look at him, but what she said was completely irrelevant: "You're the young master of Jianlan Manor, where are you going right now? You're not coming with us, are you?"
Mo Yunqing's expression darkened: "I...I'll go to Tanzhou to save my wife and children."
Shu Jun hummed in reluctance, looking him up and down. He remembered that this person was Yi Chun's senior brother and some kind of young master. Yi Chun would definitely not leave him alone and would definitely accompany him to rescue people.
Ugh, this is such a hassle.
He suddenly revealed a kind smile and said, "Young master, if you don't have any money, just tell me. I only charge 50% interest, which is fair and just."
He directly increased the percentage from 40% to 50%, which will surely bankrupt him.
Mo Yunqing was dumbfounded again.
Ge Yichun, the people you met on your way down the mountain were indeed extremely strange!
Nine Chapters
Unexpectedly, the four people from Yichun received a letter at the inn as soon as they arrived in Tanzhou. Along with the letter came Wenjing, whose face was covered in tears.
Upon seeing her, Mo Yunqing disregarded everything else, rushed over, and tightly grasped her hand, tears streaming down her face before she could even speak.
Wenjing choked up and said, "Yunqing has finally come to pick up my son and me. How could you have been so heartless to put on such a big show back then, making me wish I were dead!"
He could only sigh and weep. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Where is the child?"
Everyone turned around and saw two pretty women standing by the door, looking exactly alike, one in a blue dress and the other in a green dress. They were none other than the maids from the other courtyard, Nai Nai and Mu Mu, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.
Mu Mu was holding a swaddled baby and gently teasing the child. When she saw Mo Yunqing coming over, she handed the baby to him and said softly, "Be careful, don't hurt him."
The baby in the swaddling clothes had probably just had a good sleep, its dark eyes fixed on Mo Yunqing with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness.
Mo Yunqing awkwardly hugged him, then suddenly sighed with emotion, "It's a pity Father is no longer here, otherwise he would surely be happy."
When he mentioned his master, Yichun's expression darkened, and she turned to ask Wenjing, "Has the Yan family made things difficult for you?"
She shook her head, about to speak, when the hot-tempered Nai Nai behind her shouted, "What's so difficult about it? Do you think Yanmen is a despicable and shameless place?! We brought the person here safely, not a single hair missing! We're sorry we didn't skin her and her child alive and eat them with our wine!"
Mumu tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to calm down. Nana's face was very unpleasant, and she muttered to herself, "All that effort I put into making so many good medicines has been wasted on the dog! I thought she was a straightforward person!"
Yi Chun remained silent, while Little Pumpkin chimed in indignantly, "It's a fact that someone could imprison another man's wife and children without cause! Why is Yan Yufei suddenly being so kind? There's definitely something fishy going on!"
Nana was so angry that her face turned red. She was about to argue with him, but Mumu quickly pulled her away, saying, "What the young master wanted to say is all in the letter. We are just lowly maids, how could we be concerned with such important matters? The person has been delivered, farewell."
Mo Yunqing unfolded the letter and saw a line written on it: "Returning the family to its rightful owner; let's discuss the matter again in twenty years."
The handwriting was very messy and illegible, suggesting that his right hand had been severed and he was not yet used to writing with his left hand.
"Twenty years... what do you mean?" Mo Yunqing's expression changed. Could it be that the Yan Clan would come back to wipe them out again in twenty years?!
Shu Jun glanced at it twice, a hint of impatience in his smile: "The Yan Clan's influence has already withdrawn from Hunan. The letter is just giving you twenty years to see if you can rebuild Jianlan Manor. This world is a dog-eat-dog world. If you can't do it, someone else will take your place. If it's not the Yan Clan, it'll be someone else."
After saying that, his eyes turned disdainful again. With this good-for-nothing young master, Jianlan Manor is probably in great danger.
Mo Yunqing carefully put the letter away. Now that his wife and children were reunited, he finally felt much more relaxed. That night, he stayed at an inn and had a long-awaited reunion with Wenjing. Their conversation was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, which need not be elaborated upon.
The next day, the couple discussed returning to Jianlan Manor. Having experienced this major event, they were probably much more mature than before.
Wenjing held Yichun's hand, very reluctant to part: "Senior sister, will you come back to the manor with us? Yunqing doesn't have any capable people around her, which makes me worry."
Mo Yunqing nodded and said, "That's right, Junior Sister, come with us and bring your parents here so we can take care of them and help them live out their old age."
"Hey, that dilapidated manor is already in ruins, and you still want to drag others to be your slaves?!" Shu Jun frowned, wanting to kick this good-for-nothing manor owner back to Jianlan Manor and never see him again.
Yichun shook her head: "I'm not going. My parents are doing well in Yongzhou now, so I don't need to trouble you, senior brother, to take care of them."
As she spoke, she handed over the Zhanchun Sword: "Return the sword to my senior brother. This belongs to Jianlan Manor. I don't want it."
Mo Yunqing looked at the Zhanchun Sword with a complicated and emotional expression, took it and gently pulled it out—but the scabbard was rusted and stuck. With a little more force, he finally pulled out the Zhanchun Sword with a "click", but the result made everyone's eyes pop out.
Little Pumpkin suddenly remembered what happened on Dongjiang Lake. Yichun asked him to break the Zhanchun sword in front of Yang Shen's tomb. At that time, he was still wondering how to break the iron sword. Only now did he realize what was going on.
"This... Zhan Chun Sword?!" Mo Yunqing was dumbfounded again. What he held in his hand was indeed the world-famous Zhan Chun Sword, with a scabbard and hilt as green as spring water, but the blade was covered in rust and had long since become scrap metal.
Yi Chun said calmly, "It's too old. The ancestors probably didn't take good care of it when they used it. It's already rusted beyond repair."
The sword that cuts through spring can only serve as a symbol now; its once incomparably sharp edge has long been worn down by time into rust.
Mo Yunqing then understood why her father never allowed her to touch the Zhanchun Sword, and why he always hung the Zhanchun Sword on his waist but never used it.
He suddenly realized that what he understood in that instant was not just the secret of Zhan Chun.
He smiled with relief, put the Zhanchun sword back into its sheath, and handed it back to Yichun: "Take it. Jianlan Manor will not need the Zhanchun sword anymore, never again."