Chapter 793

"Back from the dead?" He Chunhua repeated softly, "Yes, in the past ten months, there hasn't been a single day as happy as today!" "Chuan'er is sensible, promising, completely different from before, and even became a Rongshan envoy." Lady Ying smiled, "Just at this juncture, it's truly the luck of your He family."

Speaking of this, a smile finally bloomed on He Chunhua's face, and he tapped the table lightly: "This is truly heaven helping me!"

The power to approve funds was in the hands of his eldest son; if the Yuan court wanted to get this money, they would have to pay more attention to the He family.

The chips in He Chunhua's hands had grown another thick stack.

Time and luck. If he didn't seize this opportunity well, heaven might blame him instead.

Lady Ying asked him again: "Amnesiac for nearly a year, do you think Chuan'er's experience is really that bizarre?"

"Then you tell me, where did he go?"

Lady Ying pushed him: "How would I know?"

"No one knows, so we believe whatever he says." He Chunhua sipped the remaining wine, "At least he came back whole and lively, and even gave us a generous gift, didn't he?"

Amnesia? He didn't believe it for a second.

During these ten months, where exactly did his eldest son go, what did he do, and why were there such huge changes in his demeanor and cultivation?

When He Chunhua stared at his eldest son, he couldn't see through him at all.

A sharp sword is honed from sharpening. How could someone living in a daze have such a change? Lady Ying hummed, nearly forgetting how much her husband protected his eldest son.

"Chuan'er is a Rongshan envoy; since you don't intend to hide it, this news will spread throughout the capital within two days. By then, the pressure will be overwhelming, and you must urge him to hold on."

"I don't think I need to urge him." He Chunhua laughed, "Chuan'er has already grown up."

"We passed by Shi Huan last time, and Ke Jihai praised him as a general's talent." Lady Ying rested her chin and thought, "By the way, should we find a marriage for Chuan'er? Even Yue'er is..."

"Yes!" He Chunhua nodded, "Madam's reminder is good."

"Huh?" In the past, whenever this was mentioned, her husband would say no rush, no rush; this time, his attitude suddenly did a 180-degree turn, and Lady Ying was a bit surprised.

"In a few months, Chuan'er will be eighteen; he's not young anymore." He Chunhua pondered, "Find a good marriage and get married as soon as possible!"

"As soon as possible?" Lady Ying laughed, "You want to hold a grandson?"

"Of course." He Chunhua didn't mince words, "Those his age are already fathers."

This time, the smile didn't reach his eyes; even Lady Ying could see it.

After Lady Ying left, Steward Wu came over.

"Master, the Rongshan disciples brought by the eldest young master have all been settled in the mansion. One named Qiu Hu said he is a personal guard and must live in the same courtyard as the eldest young master. The eldest young master also agreed."

He Chunhua gave a hum: "Let him be. You send someone to probe these Rongshan people to see how Chuan'er joined the Rongshan Sect and what he did there."

"Yes." Steward Wu had one more thing to report, "Just now Ding Zuodong came to report the finances and incidentally resigned."

"Resigned?" He Chunhua frowned, "Why?"

Ding Zuodong was a master at managing businesses, even more capable than those He Chunhua brought from Heishuicheng. He Chunhua immediately reacted: "Oh, did he come to the capital with Chuan'er?"

"He didn't say so, but I think it must be." Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that Ding Zuodong arrived yesterday and the eldest young master appeared this morning? "His reason for resigning is to go back and follow the eldest young master."

First, the family hadn't been divided, and second, He Lingchuan's former businesses in Xiazhou had all been transferred to He Chunhua; the eldest son had no foundation in the Yuan capital, so what could Ding Zuodong manage? His resignation at this time was more of a statement.

Was his eldest son that charming? What was the reason for Ding Zuodong, this old fox, to remain loyal to him? He Chunhua hummed: "What about Shan Youjun?"

"Not quite sure."

This son of his was still a sentimental person, He Chunhua pondered: "Hmm, go check, besides the Rongshan disciples, who else he brought over."

Don't let him be caught off guard when the time comes.

Steward Wu agreed. Having served the master for many years, he basically guessed what He Chunhua was thinking and asked again: "Should I send someone to check the places the eldest young master stayed..."

"Shabu Port?" He Chunhua said without thinking, "No need. He's fooling us; checking won't yield anything."

Amnesia after falling into the water? Heh, he didn't believe a single word.

If his eldest son really intended to lie to him, how could he make up such a ridiculous lie? "Lying without even putting his heart into it!"

Steward Wu didn't dare say more and just stood to the side.

He Chunhua restrained his anger and glanced at him: "Anything else?"

"Master, news from Heishuicheng."

"Hmm?" He Chunhua was a bit surprised.

The He family was almost wiped out by the old Monarch, and he was sent to Heishuicheng at eleven, experiencing hardships before climbing to the position of prefect; he still had feelings for that place.

But he had left Qian Song County for more than a year; what could happen in Heishuicheng?

"This February, the sandstorm season in the Panlong Desert suddenly stopped and hasn't occurred since, and it has rained seven or eight times in the desert. The air is too humid; some Heishuicheng residents aren't used to it and even developed eczema."

He Chunhua frowned: "The Panlong Desert has no sandstorms and even started raining?"

It was true that it was rainy this season, but raining in the Panlong Desert? For Heishuicheng, this was indeed a huge change.

"Yes, even the Three-Corpse Insects aren't coming out anymore."

"Wait, are you sure about this?" He Chunhua was startled, "The Three-Corpse Insects disappeared too?"

"Absolutely true." Steward Wu continued, "The people we left behind said that the Panlong Desert is now no different from an ordinary desert; there are no crazed people or beasts, and traveling merchants can walk freely without being restricted to the Red Cliff Road."

"Even, even oases have appeared in the desert, and grass has started growing inside the Panlong ruins."

"What is going on?" He Chunhua pondered, "For the past hundred years, the sandstorm season has never been absent."

He and Sun Fuping and others had entered the Panlong Desert and knew very well that the sandstorm season was caused by the Great Fang Hu.

Now that the sandstorm season had suddenly disappeared and the desert started raining, the greatest possibility was that the Great Fang Hu had changed! The Great Fang Hu...

Thinking of this divine artifact, He Chunhua felt a bit tempted.

When he entered the Panlong Desert with Sun Fuping, besides having to obey orders, he also had some thoughts about this treasure, but he gave up after finding it couldn't be taken away.

"Rumors are flying around Heishuicheng and Red Cliff Road, saying that the Panlong ruins often emit treasure light at night, and the Great Fang Hu is about to appear."

He Chunhua scoffed: "Nonsense!"

He had been to the ruins and entered the secret realm himself, but couldn't take the Great Fang Hu away.

(End of chapter)