Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked back to the courtyard where the eldest son's quarters were. The glazed fish tank in front of the courtyard had been destroyed. Looking up at the plaque, he saw that his father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, had written the Flask of Eternal Spring. Passing through the hall, there was the Imperial Library, where Xuanyuan Jingcheng had spent almost all of his time as a teenager. There were more than six thousand scrolls here, but it was completely different from the Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion. There were very few martial arts manuals here, but they were all classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought. The small building was simple, but the windows were bright and clean. The top floor had a wide view, from where one could observe the South Star and the Big Dipper.
At the back, there was a Lingzhi courtyard with a small facade. On both sides of the courtyard were small and narrow side rooms. Originally, it was meant to provide lodging for the maids and servants. It was just that the main wife's courtyard was deserted, and that woman's temperament was cold and she did not like noise, so she left behind a personal maidservant. The side rooms were all used to store sundries. Many of the poems and essays that Xuanyuan Jingcheng had written when he was young to express his grievances were thrown into piles by her, scattered all over the table, chairs, and floor. There was a pair of male and female thousand-year-old Luohan Pines on the side of the corridor. Their roots were intertwined and their crowns were juxtaposed, making this place seem even more desolate and unsettling. Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked further into the rear hall of the woman's private quarters. There were originally countless paintings and couplets, but they had all been removed by her. Only a large plaque hung in the middle of the hall that read, "Better to leave than to come." It was probably because she used too much effort to move them that she was able to survive.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked to the tea room with a view of the Dragon King River and saw that she was sitting quietly with a pile of ashes beside her. There was only a white jade scroll left of a painting. Xuanyuan Qingfeng said coldly, "Father killed the Old Ancestor as a Land God. Xuanyuan Jingcheng was ambushed by Huang Fangfo and Hong Yu. Grandfather was expelled from the mountain. Beiliang's heir, Hsu Fengnian, killed more than ten people in one breath outside the snowfield. He had the light cavalry and retainers hang their corpses in front of the Yi Sect of Mount Hui. He declared that he wouldn't accept anyone from Mount Hui. Now, three or four of the ten guests of Mount Hui are gone. As for the rest of the Jianghu people, most of them have chosen to leave the mountain. "
Only in front of her daughter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, would the woman not be so cold and distant. She smiled gently and said, "Isn't this the perfect time for Qingfeng to take over Mount Hui? Xuanyuan Jingcheng had swept clean the Great Snow Plateau, and with Beiliang's Crown Prince eyeing him covetously, it could be said that there were internal and external troubles. Those ministers of resurgence in the history books all stepped forward bravely at this time to turn the tide. Only then could they make people feel grateful and fearful at the same time, controlling the people's hearts. It was just the four words of combining kindness and power. If mother didn't guess wrong, Xuanyuan Jingcheng had already reached a secret agreement with His Royal Highness. Aside from Huang Fangfo and Hong Yu, the two open chess pieces, there were still some hidden chess pieces that were biding their time, right? What Mother was most curious about right now was whether His Royal Highness had asked for an exorbitant price to make things difficult for Qingfeng. If she married into Beiliang Palace as a concubine, it was not impossible. With Mount Hui's Xuanyuan Family's several hundred years of foundation as a dowry, there weren't many women in the world who could afford such a large sum, right? "
The woman's voice was soft and gentle, very pleasing to the ear, but the meaning behind her words was chilling to the bone at this moment.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't stop laughing and actually laughed until tears came out. She wiped her tears and said, "I've disappointed mother. That His Royal Highness doesn't care about Mount Hui, not to mention Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who can't even get into the Rouge Review. Mother, you can only blame yourself for not giving birth to a more beautiful Qingfeng back then! "
The woman didn't get angry and only quietly waited for Xuanyuan Qingfeng to finish laughing. Seeing her daughter's unstoppable tears, she reached out to help wipe them away, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng fiercely slapped her hand away. She still didn't take it to heart and gently said, "Rats go into hiding because of grain, dogs go into hiding because of poverty. It's a pity that this only applies to the small families. Although Mount Hui's fate has been greatly damaged, it doesn't mean that they won't be able to recover from this setback. What Bullock Gang encountered today is still somewhat better than what happened a hundred years ago when the Wu Family's Sword Tomb's first-rate experts almost all died in Beimang. Beiliang's heir hung up the corpses to intimidate everyone and was clearly building momentum for Qingfeng. If it's as you said, that heir's ambitions aren't in Mount Hui. That's even better. After he leaves with his troops, if Qingfeng feels that he's short of money and can't control the situation, you can ask Mount Longhu for some protection. The Celestial Master Residence and Bullock Gang have always been linked for several hundred years. A close neighbor is better than a distant relative.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and said, "In the end, you're still asking for help."
The woman murmured softly, "In life, one must ask for help from heaven, earth, king, father, and mother. Who doesn't ask for help?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said expressionlessly, "That heir left more than a hundred light cavalry at Mount Hui. He said they were responsible for transporting the copies of the Aspiring Tripod Pavilion's secret manuals back to Beiliang."
The woman smiled and said, "Xuanyuan Jingcheng once said something that I've remembered. A man's talent is ten thousand pounds, but it can't compare to a woman's chest. From what I can see, His Royal Highness clearly still has feelings for Qingfeng. It doesn't matter whether or not she's Beiliang's side consort. A noble family's wealth isn't necessarily a blessing for a woman. But if we can use this opportunity to stabilize Mount Hui, that's the most important thing right now. Mother said one more thing. No matter how talented that Yuan Tingshan is, don't meet him in the future. No matter how great a martial artist's achievements are, they can't compare to a single word from the heir of Beiliang. In the short term, you can only get close to the heir of Beiliang and not alienate him. As for the long term, just take one step at a time. It's like playing chess, Qingfeng can't be in a hurry to place a piece. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was lost in thought. He poured himself a cup of wine, which was still warm and fragrant. He raised his head and took a big gulp.
The woman, who was no longer young, had a gentle gaze. She smiled and said, "A cup of osmanthus wine in your mouth will bring two peach blossoms to your face."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly, "This was written by father."
She said calmly, "Xuanyuan Jingcheng said so much and wrote so much. There's bound to be a few sentences that you remember. The ancient records say that Mount Zhaoyao has many ancient osmanthus, but there weren't many left when mother came up the mountain. Among them, the Tanggui is the oldest and the most luxuriant. Every autumn, the osmanthus seeds would fall like rain. It's glorious but not charming. "
She hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "Just like how Xuanyuan Jingcheng conducts himself."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng gripped his cup tightly and stared at her. He clenched his teeth and said, "Isn't it ironic to say that my father is good now?!"
She said calmly, "Mother, have you ever said anything bad about Xuanyuan Jingcheng?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng bit the corner of his mouth so hard that blood seeped into the cup. He asked with a trembling voice, "Mother, have you ever liked father, even a little bit?"
She shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered like a madman. "Then you've never liked him. Poor father studied for you for twenty years, only to learn that you're the funniest immortal on earth in the last thousand years! "
She didn't refute.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng threw away his cup and suddenly stood up. With his back to her, he said in a deep voice, "Mother, don't worry. Father spent a lot of effort to create this situation. Qingfeng will definitely risk my life to make sure that Mount Huishan doesn't fall so that mother can live a peaceful and stable old age!"
She still didn't say anything.
She waited until Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the courtyard before slowly standing up. She picked up the hot wine pot and walked straight to the snowfield without feeling the pain.
The sky cleared after the rain, and the scenery on the snowfield was pleasant.
She came to the cliff and revealed a beautiful smile that no one had ever seen before. "Jingcheng, I won't be angry with you anymore."
She leaped.
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