"It's nothing!" Wang Hongbo couldn't see the severity of his injuries, but he stubbornly refused to cry out in pain.
Wuxia wanted to pick him up and carry him inside to bandage his wounds, just like she would her younger sister, but a seven or eight-year-old boy was much heavier than a four or five-year-old girl, and she couldn't lift him off the ground no matter how hard she tried.
Fortunately, He Caiqiong stepped forward to lend a hand, and the two of them helped Wang Hongbo to the bed in the side room to check the injuries on his back.
Fortunately, the arrows used by the girls in the pitch-pot game were not as sharp as those used by the men for hunting, and the throws were less forceful and closer in distance, so Wang Hongbo only suffered superficial wounds and was not seriously injured. (Seeking Books Website: http://wWw.qiushu.cc/)
Wuxia's head maid, Guyu, was always quick-witted. Without her mistress's permission, she would send a junior maid to fetch medicine and gauze, which she would then hand over to Wuxia so that she could personally treat Wang Hongbo's wounds.
With tears welling up in her large, unparalleled eyes, she ran around serving tea and water, as attentive as a little maid eager to please her master.
She had planned it all out. Whether she was scratched by an arrow or bumped into something by a fall, as long as she started crying, her older sister would stay by her side and wouldn't leave. Her father would also come back to the backyard to check on her. In this way, her older sister wouldn't leave her sight, and she could also tell her father what had happened. It was a win-win situation, and it would be worth it for her to get hurt and bleed a little.
However, Wushuang felt extremely guilty because Wang Hongbo, who was unaware of the situation, was injured while saving her. She wanted to do more to make up for it.
Wang Hongbo's move into the Jun family seemed superficially similar to that of Xu Lang, who had come seeking refuge after the death of his parents. However, Xu Lang only lived in a small detached house within the Marquis's residence, with an inner gate connecting to the western alleyway of the mansion and a separate main gate facing the street—the usual accommodation for relatives or guests staying at the family's residence. Wang Hongbo, on the other hand, lived in a side room in the courtyard of Jun Shu's study, clearly indicating that the family intended to raise him as if he were their own son.
The servants, being observant, naturally understood the young master Wang's noble status and dared not neglect him in the slightest. They immediately relayed the cause and effect of his injury to Mr. and Mrs. Junshu.
In the inner room of the study, Wang Hongbo obediently lay on the couch while the doctor re-examined his wound.
Separated by a marble screen and an eight-immortal table, Wushuang sat in Junshu's lap and slowly recounted to her father everything she had seen and heard that day.
"Please rest assured, Lord Marquis and Madam, the young master is fine. The young lady of the manor treated the wound very well earlier." The old doctor stroked his goatee and said, "The bleeding has stopped now. He only needs to have the dressing changed twice a day. The weather is hot, so there is no need to keep it bandaged with gauze all the time."
Boys are naturally robust, and when Wang Hongbo heard the doctor say that, he thought he no longer needed to rest. He had been listening intently to what Wushuang was saying to Junshu, and suddenly sat up, ready to jump out of bed and go over to them.
Madam Yang arranged for a servant to accompany the doctor to get the medicine, and had no time to stay by the bedside. She quickly stopped him, saying, "Bo-ge'er should rest in bed. Running around will inevitably tear open the wound."
"I just wanted to talk to Uncle Wushuang," Wang Hongbo said, bowing his head.
“Let him come. Walking a few steps is no big deal. How can you be considered a man if you've never been injured?” Jun Shu’s voice came from outside the screen.
Wuxia had no choice but to lead Wang Hongbo around the screen and help him sit on the drum stool to Junshu's right, while she herself sat down on the left.
“…That’s how it is.” Wushuang finished speaking, then pouted and admitted her mistake, “I originally wanted to go to the front yard to find you, Father, but I was afraid that if I left, my sister would be bullied by bad people. So I thought if I fell and got hurt, Father would definitely come to the back to see me, so I could stay with my sister and tell Father what happened in time.” She fiddled with her fingers, her expression somewhat downcast, “If I had known that Brother Bo would rush out to protect me, I wouldn’t have used this method. Shuangshuang doesn’t want to hurt anyone.”
“I’m not blaming you!” Wang Hongbo said. “I rushed out because I didn’t want you to get hurt. It’s not like you hurt me.”
As he spoke, he took Wushuang's intertwined hands, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
The two children got along very well, and Junshu and Madam Yang exchanged a smile and a glance.
"Silly child," Jun Shu pinched Wu Shuang's little face and said, "Even if you want to protect your sister, you can't hurt yourself carelessly. In your parents' hearts, you, Wu Xia, Hong Bo, and Yu Ge'er are all equally important. We would be heartbroken if any of you got hurt, understand?"
Wushuang noticed her father's slight displeasure, so she nodded and hugged his neck, rubbing against him affectionately.
Wang Hongbo urged, "Uncle Jun, how should we punish the bad guys?"
The Jun family treated Wang Hongbo like their own son, so he quickly integrated and genuinely considered them family. When someone plotted against his eldest sister, Wuxia, Wang Hongbo was already itching to teach them a lesson.
Chapter 64 | Table of Contents
Chapter Sixty-Four:
After the 100-day celebration, He Caiqiong and Jun Nian's marriage was finalized. The two families agreed to proceed with the formalities of marriage, and the wedding would take place in the spring of the following year.
With her youngest son finding a new wife, the old lady began to focus on her eldest granddaughter's marriage.
"Do you remember Yuan-ge'er from the Pingyang Marquis's residence? I think he's a good boy. Although his looks aren't outstanding, he's honest and kind, and he'll definitely be caring in the future. Moreover, his future is promising; I heard he passed the exam and entered the Lingguang Guard last year." The old lady took a sip of rock tea and suggested, "The Marquis's wife and I have arranged to go to Biyun Temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha around the Double Ninth Festival when the weather gets cooler. If you don't object, how about letting Wuxia and the Pang family's young master meet then?"
In the capital, noble families inevitably visited each other during festivals and birthday celebrations, and they all knew a little about each other's children. Jun Shu and Madam Yang recalled the appearance of the young master of the Pingyang Marquis's mansion; indeed, as the old lady had said, he was a reliable and capable young man. Even so, they had no objections and smiled in agreement.
Sitting on the other side of the pearwood couch, Wushuang, who was having a snack with Wuyou and Wang Hongbo, was so surprised that she accidentally dropped the rose cake she had taken a bite of into the teacup.
Yuan-ge'er, a grandson of the Marquis of Pingyang, even became a member of the Lingguang Guard. Wasn't that Wuyou's fiancé in her previous life?
Wushuang dreamed that her sister Wuxia would marry well, but she never imagined that the first person her sister would ever consider would be Pang Yuan.
Grandmother, you truly loved him too, didn't you...?
It is extremely rare to be unparalleled.
Please help make it happen. I'm sorry, Second Sister Wuyou.
If I were to ruin the original intention, it would seem like I would be letting down my sister, Wuxia.
She was so worried that she couldn't eat or drink.
Wang Hongbo was unaware of Wushuang's worries and assumed that the rose cake had fallen into the tea and spoiled the taste, which was why she was looking so unhappy.
"Shuangshuang, drink my tea. It was too hot to drink right now." He pushed the teacup towards Wushuang, while with his other hand he pulled the cup of rose cake that Wushuang had dropped to his side.
Wushuang glanced at the considerate Wang Hongbo and suddenly thought of the equally adorable little girl, Chu Wan.
"Going hiking is great!" she clapped her hands, feigning innocence. "Can I invite Wanwan to come along? I heard the Cherry Blossom Spring behind Biyun Temple has clear, sweet water; I'd like to invite her to try it." [Qiushu.cc has almost every book you want to read; it's much more stable and updates faster than other novel websites, and it's all text with no ads.]
Using natural spring water to entertain friends—how could this precious granddaughter come up with such an idea?
The old lady laughed and said, "That's right. We old ladies burn incense, worship Buddha, and listen to sermons. You young people are always busy. You should travel around and have fun together. The weather is cool in September, and the scenery of the Western Hills is beautiful. It's the perfect place."
Grandmother smiled and Wushuang smiled back, saying, "Then I'll write a letter to Wanwan now."
The servants brought paper, brush, and ink, which were laid out on the table. Her eyes lit up, and she had a new idea: "Brother Bo, how about you write it? Your handwriting is better than mine."
The tiny toddler already knows how to save face, hoping that the handwriting on the letters he writes to his friends will be neat, which makes everyone in the room laugh.
The little princess in the Prince of Ying's mansion hasn't even turned four yet, and probably hasn't even started learning to read. When the letter is sent, someone else will have to read it for her, and she probably won't even be able to see the handwriting, whether it's good or bad.