Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 148

"The imperial physician said that as long as the condition is properly treated, no further illnesses will occur, and attention should be paid to controlling emotions, the possibility of the poison recurring will be very small."

In other words, if someone who knows my background wanted to kill me, they wouldn't even need to drug me or anything; just a few provocative words could be enough to kill me.

“With us by your side, no one can hurt you,” Gan Lin said.

Did I come back covered in injuries just because they weren't by my side?

I want to say that I don't care how much longer I can live, I only wish that they can be happy forever. This is my wish tonight. But perhaps, I have already cut off one of their happiness. How can I still say it?

So let's try to be as happy as possible while we're alive, even if it means using some lies.

Do not lean against the west railing to lock in the clear autumn. Chapter 129

Chapter word count: 3530 Update time: 09-09-19 15:09

After breakfast, Biqiong and Biyao took the group of children back to Qiuyang Valley. Before they left, Biqiong took it upon herself to give each of them a palace lantern that Zinu had brought. The little girls were overjoyed.

Only a few of us remained in the inn. We found Zinuo and discussed important matters with him.

Today, Zinuo has taken off her white robe and put on a black casual outfit. She looks less dreamy and more radiant, and her white hair is even more dazzling.

"Could we improve the treatment of the soldiers in Xuan Ying?" Zi Nuo didn't have much time, so I got straight to the point.

"Why? Compared to other prisoners, their lives are already much better." Zinuo asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps you could go to the valley and see for yourself. The people there still have a lot of affection for them, even though they are just prisoners. If we show favoritism, it will be difficult to stabilize their hearts."

Seeing that Zinuo remained silent, I added, "Perhaps we can do something else so that even without shackles and handcuffs, we can still bind their minds in the future."

"Does your sister have another idea?" Zi Nuo looked up, her eyes bright.

"It's not a big plan. Just arrange for a few literate people to write a letter home for them each month, and then find someone to deliver it to Xuan Ying. Whether the letter reaches their family depends on how you communicate with the Xuan Ying government. Ideally, you should maintain correspondence between the two sides so that each knows that everyone is well." If there were post offices in ancient times, why would it be so troublesome?

“Sister’s idea is indeed good, and it doesn’t take much effort,” Zinuo said with a smile. “However, sister has reminded me that perhaps we can do more…”

Judging from Zi Nuo's expression, I knew he was plotting something again. In his position, he had many things to worry about every day; every decision affected the fate of many. Even so, he still stubbornly insisted on coming to Qizhou to celebrate my birthday with me…

I've already told Zinuo my thoughts, and now it's up to Zinuo to handle the rest. His plans are much bigger than I've imagined. Besides arranging things for the Xuan Ying soldiers, he's also planning to add messengers to the post stations in various prefectures to deliver letters for the people. The previous messengers were only responsible for delivering official documents; the people had to find someone to deliver their private letters themselves.

These things cannot be accomplished overnight, and because Zi Nuo still had matters to attend to in Qizhou, I postponed my return to Qiuyang Valley and stayed in Qizhou with Zi Nuo for a few more days.

When Zi Nuo returned to the palace, the morale of the Xuan Ying soldiers was high again, and their morale was much more stable. This was because Zi Nuo not only had someone take letters home to Xuan Ying for them, but also promised them a monthly salary of one tael of silver. In the future, in addition to letters home, they could also send silver back to supplement their household expenses.

Zi Nuo's thinking is indeed much more thorough than mine, but then again, can I just casually talk about things like distributing silver, which costs money? I'm just a Saintess with a title but no salary, and all my food, clothing, and daily necessities are provided by Zi Nuo herself. After all, the Imperial Preceptor's real disciple is Shao Yuan.

Upon returning to Qiuyang Valley, the atmosphere was noticeably different from usual. Upon learning of my return, Lord Lu immediately came to see me, saying that the terraced fields had been completed, and now only the ordinary soil needed to be transformed into paddy field mud.

This is a very professional matter, and I dare not speak casually, but Lord Lu insisted that I go up the mountain to take a look. After following Lord Lu to the mountain, I looked around and realized that the valley was no longer the same as before. The houses were scattered in a well-organized manner, the trees were neatly planned, and the terraced fields were layered on top of each other. I could close my eyes and imagine how vibrant this place would be next spring.

As we walked, Lord Lu kept talking about how things should be done here and there. I didn't quite understand, but I kept replying, "That makes sense, that's how it should be done."

Some of the Xuan Ying soldiers, who were resting, saw me and dragged their shackles toward me. Gan Lin remained cautiously by my side. This wasn't the first time such a scene had occurred. I knew these soldiers meant no harm, but Gan Lin said that people's hearts are unpredictable. Now that I had lost all my martial arts skills, if I were to be taken hostage by a soldier with malicious intent, the consequences would be unimaginable. Gan Lin's concerns were not unfounded. In these situations, what could I do but be moved and accept their care?

"Thank you, Holy Maiden, for allowing us to write home. My mother no longer has to worry about me all the time." The young soldier's face showed gratitude, but also a hint of regret.

"You can rest assured here. It's only three years. Compared to going to war, your lives are safe. After three years, you will be able to reunite with your families." He even put on an official air in front of them.

Two days later, in the morning, I was playing chess with Gan Lin in the courtyard when a crisp "Auntie!" from outside the house jolted me awake. I put down my chess pieces, exchanged a glance with Gan Lin, and happily went to greet her at the door.

"Auntie!" Before she could even see who it was, Chu Chen hugged her tightly. "Auntie, Chenchen missed you!"

Upon seeing Gan Lin behind her, she quickly let go of my arms and rushed towards him, exclaiming, "Uncle, Chenchen wants to fly!"

It turns out that what he misses most is still "Feifei".

Gan Lin picked up Chu Chen, his eyes full of doting affection: "Okay, rest for a bit, then I'll take you flying." With that, he led Chu Chen into the house. Aunt Zhen, Chu Chen's wet nurse, bowed to me and followed him in with Chu Chen's bags.

Looking into the carriage, no one else came down. Zi Nuo said that Xiao Wan did not want to leave the palace, so he did not force her to come out. He only brought Zi Nuo and his wet nurse. However, because they were in a hurry to get to Qizhou by Mid-Autumn Festival, they rode over first, leaving Chu Chen to walk slowly behind.

With Chu Chen around, life has become much more fun. Listening to his adorable and sometimes ridiculous words every day makes my heart feel more active.

Chu Chen became everyone's treasure. Every day, besides practicing martial arts with Gan Lin, he would find all sorts of ways to make everyone happy. Everyone cherished him dearly.

After living in the valley for a while, Chu Chen became acquainted with the children there. At first, he would occasionally mention missing Xiao Wan or some palace maid. But later, when they teased him about taking him back to the palace, he clung to the table leg and refused to go back.

Because he was worried about Chu Chen always running around outside, he simply cleared out a small courtyard for Chu Chen and his friends to play in, making the house even more lively. Gan Lin's doting on Chu Chen was also somewhat surprising; he even used the sword that I had only seen once to carve wooden knives and swords for Chu Chen!

That day, I wanted to invite Gan Lin to go for a walk outside the valley to see if there were any good places to go nearby, but I saw Gan Lin sitting under the eaves with his head down, focused on something. There were some wood piled on the ground, and wood chips were flying out in front of him from time to time. When I got closer, I realized that he was whittling wood with his sword.

"Why not use a better knife?" I asked. Such a long sword must be awkward to hold.

"I'm not used to it," Gan Lin replied readily.

The gleaming silver blade looked somewhat familiar to me. "This wouldn't happen to be your Bloodthirsty Sword, would it?" I asked, still somewhat doubtful.

Gan Lin chuckled softly, "Exactly."

The once fearsome Blood-Drinking Sword has now been reduced to carpentry work. I don't know what others will think, but I feel a pang of bitterness. I remember how much I pleaded and begged to see it, but I couldn't even get a glimpse of its blade. Now it's so easily used to carve a wooden sword for Chu Chen. How can I not feel resentful?

Gan Lin stopped what he was doing, looked at my face, and smiled broadly. "What? You're not convinced?" Gan Lin asked with a smile.

I sighed deeply and said helplessly, "I just can't figure it out."

“What’s there to not understand? Back then, when people were in the martial world, once I drew my sword, others would know who I was, which would bring unnecessary trouble. Now, everyone only knows that the Blood Demon was heartbroken after being poisoned and dying on the wedding day of Mu Huaien, the daughter of Marquis Qiyun, and has since disappeared without a trace. Who knows that I went to the palace of the Golden Sparrow Kingdom with you, and now we’ve come to such a quiet place?” As he spoke, Gan Lin continued to carefully whittle the wood.

He stood up, found some commonly used tools, and squatted down next to Gan Lin to get busy. He and Zinuo had done this kind of work a lot when they were young, so they were quite skilled at it now.

As dusk fell, the setting sun dipped into the mountains and forests. A cool breeze swept through the valley, dispelling the wisps of heat that had risen during the day. Shadows of the rooftops fell in the courtyard, and the sky darkened. He carefully gathered the wooden knives and swords he had carved, brushed the sawdust from his hands, and chuckled softly at the thought of Chu Chen wielding these weapons as the children's instructor the next day.