Chapter 249: Chapter 107: The Fall of the Wang Family, Cultivators Head South
Zhao Qingxue smiled and said, "I don’t do anything, it’s Sister Yuan who works hard."
The room was warm, and the beast gold carbon emitted a slight scent of pine branches, while isolating the autumn chill outside.
No matter how bleak the world outside the window, how the cold wind whistles and the autumn chills, this place remained warm.
Li Xuan gently embraced Zhao Qingxue in his arms.
Once a Little Princess, now a Princess Consort, she sat on his lap, tightened her arms around his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and softly sighed, "I feel like I’m in a dream."
"What kind of dream?"
"I once thought I would never leave my mother, leave my brother, leave the capital.
But those people and those places seem like dreams now.
Now, it’s just you and Xiaojing."
Her voice carried a sigh, like the bleak autumn, the withering leaves.
Li Xuan comforted her, "When we get a chance, we’ll visit the capital as a family..."
Zhao Qingxue said, "No need."
Li Xuan asked, "Why?"
Zhao Qingxue said, "I said there’s no need, so there’s no need."
She was still reflecting, still sighing.
But Li Xuan suddenly understood.
Perhaps, Zhao Qingxue understood everything; she knew that in that cruel battle for the throne, her closest brother had been killed by her most beloved mother, even if not directly, it was with tacit approval.
She just stubbornly refused to believe it.
But Li Xuan’s kindness, the warmth before her, gave her the courage to accept reality.
How could she let her husband and daughter be in danger?
Li Xuan didn’t inquire further, he held his Princess Consort in his arms, gently stroking her hair, and whispered, "If you don’t want to go, we won’t go. I’ll listen to you."
...
...
Being away from home for long, he could only watch from afar.
Now that he’s back, Li Xuan felt that every moment was filled with joy.
Previously, sometimes he felt gloomy, thinking he was a monster, not a person.
But now... he felt those clouds had all dispersed, with sunlight shining on his heart every day, warming him and making him understand that he had always been human.
Anyone who is withdrawn, who spends too much time alone, will feel lonely and awful, will feel peculiar and warped, which is not surprising.
But at this moment, he was no longer lonely.
He dined with his family, listened to his mother’s nagging, his father’s complaints, played with his children, accompanied his wife, met friends, and even with Cao Wen and Lin Jianfeng, he didn’t put on any airs when meeting them.
He drove to the Hundred Flowers Mansion to sweep the grave of his former mentor, Cao Shuda.
He welcomed guests from all directions, especially those many Secret Martial Artists.
He earnestly explained the mysteries to those Secret Martial Artists, shared the secrets of preventing the Heart Demon.
When he spoke, he used a bit of spirit, which made his voice, like his paintings, possess the power to suppress the Heart Demon.
Even slightly, it gave those Secret Martial Artists a feeling of being "enlightened."
Over time, Secret Martial Artists from the Dark Web and the Prime Minister’s influence moved small stools and brought note pads to attend the "classes."
Even people from the martial world came with admiration...
However, regardless of status, Prince Qing was willing to teach, meet, and converse with them.
To describe Prince Qing, saying "actions speak louder than words" is perhaps most apt.
A person with virtue and capability naturally attracts others to come and rely on him.
The entire Cyan Wood Province, numerous talents began flocking to Xiongshan County.
Yan Fujing saw all this, felt anxious inside.
...
Winter...
Snow fell like crushed clouds, cluster by cluster.
Xiongshan County was clad in silver, compared to a few years ago, the prosperity of this county could be described as vastly different, a tremendous change.
However, the place where Yan Fujing drank tea remained unchanged.
Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, he loved drinking tea in that small pavilion.
The scenery of the four seasons has its own charm, why avoid it due to cold or heat?
"Prime Minister, Prince Qing is here."
Someone came to report.
Yan Fujing nodded, and then he saw the spirited man.
Compared to when he just returned in autumn, his expression had improved greatly, even the hidden violence in his eyes had disappeared.
Yan Fujing knew that there was a high chance that Prince Qing had consolidated the "Four Demon Forms."
What a genius.
"Sit," the Prime Minister said.
Li Xuan sat down, put aside some tea leaves he was carrying, and then smiled, "Is godfather well?"
"Well," the Prime Minister laughed.
At this time, a young boy came forward, intending to make tea for Li Xuan.
However, Yan Fujing calmly said, "I’ll do it."
The young boy backed away in surprise.
Yan Fujing picked up the teapot, aimed the spout at Li Xuan’s porcelain cup, and slowly poured.
The tea was emerald green.
The tea was good, and so was the water.
The water slowly filled the porcelain cup, reaching the brim, yet still rising.
Yan Fujing’s expression didn’t change, he continued pouring.
As expected, the tea spilled over, overflowing everywhere.
Yan Fujing still didn’t stop.
It seemed he wasn’t pouring water but aiming to empty the teapot.
The steaming tea water flowed to the edge of the stone table, becoming lines of water that dripped down with a "drip-drip," and the steam quickly dissipated.
The young boy looked at it in confusion but dared not ask or speak.
Li Xuan suddenly said, "I’m just doing what I want to do."
Yan Fujing replied, "So am I."
With those words, the teapot was emptied.
The table was a mess!
Yan Fujing asked, "How is it?"
Li Xuan sighed deeply.
Yan Fujing was advising him that since he’s under the roof, if he doesn’t have the strength to overturn it, he shouldn’t raise his head too high.
