Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

Chapter 110: Chapter 109: Sentimentality

Seeing Jin Rui so perceptive, Mrs. Zhen stopped reminding her, and simply said to Du Yunluo, "Originally, I planned to stay in Tong City for another four or five days. But given today’s situation, it might be better to return to the capital earlier, so your father can go to the government office."

Du Yunluo nodded; although she wasn’t at fault, she didn’t know how to face Mrs. Chen, Zhen Wenting, and the others. It was better to return to the capital, as with time, these matters would fade away.

After all, it’s Mrs. Zhen’s maternal home; Du Yunluo didn’t wish for Mrs. Zhen to end up like her in the past, in a situation where it was beyond reconciliation with her family.

Old Master Zhen started taking the medicine.

Zhen Zimun received the message and rushed over. He met Mrs. Wang halfway, who pulled him aside and explained the sequence of events. Stunned, he arrived at Yanxi Hall, not daring to mention the incident at Qinglian Temple, only concerned about Old Master Zhen’s health.

Mrs. Zhen stayed at her maternal home for another day, as it seemed unreasonable to leave while her father was still ill.

Seeing Old Master Zhen getting better from the medicine, Mrs. Zhen proposed returning to the capital.

Old Master Zhen sighed deeply. Old Mrs. Hou held her daughter’s hand, reluctantly nodded in agreement despite her reluctance.

Before leaving, Du Huaili brought his wife and daughter to bow to his in-laws.

Old Master Zhen called Du Yunluo to his bedside and said, "Yunluo, your grandfather is old but not confused. This heart’s balance is clear. You’ve endured great grievances. Yunluo, though I can’t do anything for you now, one day I will give you an explanation."

Du Yunluo gazed at Old Master Zhen in a daze.

Old Master Zhen is much older than Du Gongfu. Du Gongfu, burdened by his foot ailment, walks with a limp, while Old Master Zhen’s back can no longer stand straight.

He’s fond of teasing birds, humming tunes, playing chess, and sipping tea with a group of old men. But no matter what, whether holding chopsticks or a cup of tea, Du Yunluo noticed that her grandfather’s hands trembled slightly, occasionally, his head even shook like a rattle.

Lying in bed without a hat, Old Master Zhen’s bald head revealed even more age than before.

Growing older, Du Yunluo increasingly understands the elderly’s mindset.

In truth, being a granddaughter, born and raised in the capital, she’s really spent less than a month with Old Master Zhen, a stark contrast to Zhen Wenqian, his legitimate eldest grandson.

Favoritism is natural; even if Old Master Zhen protects Zhen Wenqian, Du Yunluo wouldn’t be surprised.

Thus, his words at this moment touched her deeply.

Even if they are just pleasant words, hearing them brings comfort, doesn’t it?

Du Yunluo half-squatted by the bed, softly speaking, "Grandfather, your health is the most important. Once you’re well, I will accompany mother to visit you for your seventieth and eightieth birthdays."

Old Master Zhen laughed: "Marrying your mother to the Du Family is the smartest decision I’ve made."

Mrs. Zhen pressed her lips, her eyes slightly reddening.

Du Huaili stepped forward, ensuring he’d take good care of his wife and children. After hearing Old Mrs. Hou’s few reminders, the family finally withdrew.

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Mrs. Chen had been bedridden since that day, likely too ashamed to face the Du Family, choosing instead to lie ill in bed, leaving household matters to Mrs. Wang.

Zhen Zishan busied himself attending to Old Master Zhen’s illness. Zhen Wenqian, due to his drunken antics before the Bodhisattva, was sent to kneel in the ancestral hall, and had yet to be released.

Mrs. Wang held Mrs. Zhen’s arm while walking, whispering, "I’ve instructed the servants not to speak carelessly. I asked the servant attending Qian, but he couldn’t explain the alcohol incident. Qian remains silent..."

"Can’t explain?" Mrs. Zhen paused in surprise.

Mrs. Wang had a grim face; though tasked with attending closely, the servant not only couldn’t explain the alcohol’s origin, but was absent when Zhen Wenqian was inebriated. His replies circled around being negligent, leaving nothing else.

Mrs. Wang was extremely annoyed. Knowing he was Zhen Wenqian’s servant, she had him brought before Mrs. Chen, leaving the handling to her, just avoiding trouble.

Seeing Mrs. Wang was not trying to deceive her, Mrs. Zhen stopped asking further. The most important thing was Du Yunluo’s well-being. Jin Rui also mentioned the girl was sleeping better since returning from Qinglian Temple, with no trouble or nightmares, giving Mrs. Zhen a sense of relief.

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Wang, Du Yunluo followed Mrs. Zhen into the carriage.

Zhen Wenyuan galloped beside them on horseback, escorting them out of the city before returning.

Jin Rui glanced twice, pouting, "Zhen Family’s second young master is indeed the grandson of Langya Wang Family, every gesture full of grace."

Seeing Du Yunluo was uninterested, Jin Rui swallowed the latter half, "Completely different from Zhen Family’s first young master."

Returning to the capital without detouring to Lishan Academy, the journey was smooth. Before even feeling exhausted from the carriage ride, they arrived at the suburb.

In Qinglian Mountain, Qinglian Temple.

A sudden rain shower caused landslides, which, though not too dangerous, still polluted the spring. Mu Lianxiao and Mu Lianhui, who planned to leave in three days, had to stay two more days waiting for the spring to clear before drawing water for their journey back to the capital.

Mu Lianhui wandered around the Medicine King Hall again, her attendant a pious believer, kneeling before the Bodhisattva for a long time.

Mu Lianxiao came looking for her: "Sister, it’s time to go."

Mu Lianhui snapped back to reality, smiling: "Did you visit Master Kongming again? Did he speak?"

"Master Kongming lost his voice years ago; how could he speak?" Mu Lianxiao chuckled.

Mu Lianhui looked up at the Bodhisattva in the hall, murmuring, "Perhaps, one day, blessed by the Medicine King Bodhisattva, he might speak..."

Her voice was so soft and clear, Mu Lianxiao didn’t hear, looking at her in confusion.

Mu Lianhui pursed her lips: "I meant, knowing he can’t talk, why bother visiting him? He’s a monk now, disturbing him with worldly matters is unkind."

"It’s hardly disturbing him; just checking how he’s doing," Mu Lianxiao’s smile faded, gazing at the empty temple doors, feeling helpless, "After all, he’s the old servant of our family."

The autumn wind blew, Mu Lianhui brushed the hair from her face, sighing: "It’s because he’s an old servant, that the heart barrier remains insurmountable. Ah Shao values the past; you accompany me to Qinglian Temple only to see Master Kongming, isn’t it?"