Chapter 813

Everyone says that a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, the old master's importance to Great Yuan is no less than that of a prime minister, so why does this seventh-rank official love to gnaw radishes?

"What do you know?" Steward Wu glanced at her, "The more frugal I am, the more at ease the Mistress and Old Master are with me."

The old woman was a bit worried: "The Old Master is leading troops south to fight, do you think he can win?"

Steward Wu laughed: "The Monarch is not sure, and so many adults in the Yuan court are not sure, do you think what I say is accurate? I naturally hope the Old Master wins, and besides, in the entire Yuan court, the only one who has the ability to quell the rebellion is our Old Master."

The old woman didn't understand: "With so many generals, is there not one who can accomplish things?"

"They lost several battles in the south. The Old Master often told me that if you lose too many battles, people's hearts will scatter. The great generals the Monarch sends south must have prestige and be able to convince the public, otherwise they won't be able to suppress them at all, and the soldiers under them might run away halfway."

The old woman was dumbfounded: "Run away... is it that exaggerated?"

"How can it not be? I followed the Old Master to Xiazhou two years ago, and it was truly an eye-opener," Steward Wu's voice dropped very low, "Those deserters and defeated troops are no different from bandits!"

"You say that prestige doesn't mean constant victory?" He sipped his wine again, "Look at those generals of various sizes in the court, how many have a reputation that can catch up with our Old Master? Even if those young generals have ability, they have no fame, right? Who can be convinced? In such an important battle, how could the Monarch dare to hand over the army to young generals with no fame and no reputation?"

The old woman was convinced: "So, it still has to be our Old Master!"

"Wait for the Old Master to return in triumph—" Steward Wu's eyes narrowed into a line, "Just wait, our good days are coming."

Good days are coming soon, so he must be even more cautious, and he must not ruin them himself.

After the meal, he washed his hands and feet, and the wine strength came up.

Steward Wu's eyes were almost unable to open, he lay on the bed, and snoring started a few breaths later.

In the dream, the Old Master had not yet gone on an expedition, but summoned him to the study to ask questions.

"I suddenly remembered, was Sun Hongye's matter handled properly?"

"Sun Hongye?" Steward Wu looked puzzled, "Old Master, I settled 15 taels of silver from the account for him. Is this amount appropriate?"

"And then?"

"Then he left," Steward Wu thought for a while, "He said he was preparing to go east to travel in Beijia."

He Chunhua asked again: "What about that book, that collection notes..."

"What collection notes?" Steward Wu looked puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing, I probably remembered it wrong," He Chunhua stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, "I'm about to go on an expedition, I don't know if I can succeed in one fell swoop this time, sigh, the outcome is unpredictable!"

Steward Wu comforted him: "Eldest Young Master suddenly returned and sent you a large loan from the Rongshan Sect, this is the arrival of good fortune, a sign of great luck!"

"Chuan'er is indeed a lucky general, but he is not going with me this time."

Steward Wu laughed: "Eldest Young Master was away for a year, didn't you also operate with great success in Xiazhou? It can be seen that you are the natural lucky general yourself, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Lucky general?" He Chunhua's face sank slightly, "How this good fortune came about, I'm afraid I have no fortune to enjoy it!"

"Old Master..."

"After fighting the southern rebel army, I have to fight Dong Haoming in the northwest. How much of my good luck can be left?" He asked Steward Wu, "Old Wu, do you still remember when I started...?" He didn't finish his sentence, but made a gesture of worshiping incense.

Steward Wu thought for a while: "That was twenty years ago. When you were a courier in Heishuicheng, you assassinated the envoy of the Andong people and were thrown into prison. I met you there. Later, you cleared my grievances, so I didn't have to be beheaded... Two years later, the Andong people invaded again, and the local area pushed you out to fight the enemy. At that time, you had no certainty, so you made up your mind to invite the Heavenly God!"

He Chunhua muttered to himself: "Why did I invite this one back then, I actually can't remember."

Steward Wu rarely heard the Old Master complaining about himself. If he were awake, he might feel something was wrong, but now... now everything seemed logical, and he couldn't raise any suspicion.

"You went to find the Great Shaman Zhaoman and said you needed help. It was too difficult for one person to repel the enemy, capture the city, and even take revenge," Steward Wu recalled, "The Great Shaman Zhaoman originally refused to give advice, but you were crying so hard by the end that he was moved, and said he could try to invite Nailuotian, a Heavenly God who could bring good luck, but the probability of it responding to humans is very small."

He Chunhua nodded: "Heavenly Gods are greedier than humans, how could they easily do things for people?"

Steward Wu said softly: "You invited it down."

"What about the price?"

"At that time, you already had the Eldest Young Master, so the Heavenly God specified the Eldest Young Master."

He Chunhua shook his head: "I didn't expect that I would have something it needed."

"You were reluctant, but the Heavenly God refused to change the conditions. At that time, Heishuicheng was facing the revenge of the Andong people, and the situation was critical, so..."

So he could only sacrifice his eldest son.

"Help me recall, why did the Heavenly God want Chuan'er? Was there any loophole in the agreement reached at that time?"

"The Heavenly God only said that the Eldest Young Master's body was special, one in ten thousand, and very useful to it," Steward Wu said shamefully, "The old servant is useless and cannot find the loophole in this agreement."

He Chunhua sighed leisurely: "Where has Chuan'er been for the past few months?"

"Do you think he went to more than just the Xulu Nation and Rongshan?"

He Chunhua looked at him: "What do you think?"

"Even you are not clear, how would the old servant know?"

Oh, so he wasn't clear either? He Chunhua gave an "Um."

The next morning, Steward Wu didn't get up until the morning.

As soon as he heard the time, he blamed the old woman: "Why didn't you call me to get up early?"

"You were sleeping soundly, I called you several times but you didn't wake up."

Steward Wu hurriedly climbed up to wash.

While washing his face, he vaguely remembered that he had several dreams before and after last night, one of which was dreaming of the Old Master, but he couldn't remember the conversation between the two no matter what.

As if asking about old things from the past.

This is really, being a steward for others day and night. He shook his head and went to the He Mansion to handle affairs.

Meeting He Lingchuan on the road, Steward Wu bowed, and saw the Eldest Young Master smiling kindly: "Great Steward, did you sleep well last night?"

"Ah good, slept very soundly. Thank you, Eldest Young Master, for your concern."

He Lingchuan nodded, walked out of the mansion with his hands behind his back, followed by a large group of guards, with a little squirrel squatting on his shoulder.

He had the air of being surrounded by people.

Steward Wu looked at the Eldest Young Master's back and scratched the back of his head:

In the dream last night, was the Eldest Young Master's matter mentioned?

(End of chapter)