Chapter 251: Two Hundred Fifty-Nine, Dispute

Two Hundred Fifty-Nine, Dispute

Not possible—gentlemen also guard against craftsmen. Two Hundred Fifty-Nine, Dispute. Latest URL: Just as a certain ruthless Lady Yunmeng Lady Lord was being coaxed into a scowling mood by her junior sister while biting into a peach.

Outside the Sanhui Courtyard.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, Chenjun Xie Xun suddenly halted and signaled his disciples to wait for him at Master Venerable Shan Dao's place.

The disciples bowed and departed.

Chenjun Xie Xun glanced at Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang, who trailed behind, then turned and entered a roadside resting pavilion.

Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang paused, then silently followed. The father and daughter entered the pavilion.

Behind them, the backdrop was precisely the Sanhui Chan Courtyard, where a young county magistrate lay unconscious and recovering.

They regarded each other in silence.

Chenjun Xie Xun broke the silence first: "Take off your hat."

Sending a delicate girl alone to seek a divine physician for such a small favor—how would you repay it when your junior brother awakens? And how would you repay it yourself?

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi straightened her waist like a sword, eyes slightly red; with a sharp "snap," Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang's hat was slapped beneath the wooden bench. She sniffled, then said seriously:

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi shook her head: "You are you, and no one else—emotion too. 'You've truly grown up.'"

Bai Bai Shawei stepped behind a wooden table, retrieved paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, her face serious as she picked up the brush and wrote elegant regular script.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi, adorned with a jade-hilted sword at her waist, turned first and stepped back into the room, knelt beside the bed, gripped the unconscious youth's hand, remained silent for a moment, then withdrew a white sandalwood jade-hilted dagger and placed it beside his pillow.

Her face was bare, no eyebrows painted, no eyes lined; her cloud-like hair was disheveled. Those once bright, sparkling eyes now bore deep dark circles, and upon close inspection, faint bloodshot veins threaded through them.

Nearby, Bai Bai Shawei and Xue Xue Zhongzhu's figures walked out of the Sanhui Courtyard together.

"What kind of talk is that, Lady Lord?" Yue Lady Yue Chuzi's tone lowered, eyes wide and earnest: "How could he look like that?"

"It's been arranged—he said the elder generation would come too; then they can catch up later..."

"I mention it, but how can you be a mute man, and moreover..." Her father hesitated, voice rising: "... and have that kind of relationship with Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan..."

Her father couldn't help asking: "You said you were Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan's childhood bride—now that you've returned, is it only to heal Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan? Do you have no other intentions...?"

Seeing her expression, her father opened his mouth but swallowed his words. "Go. Remember to convey my regards to Daoist Master Chongxu."

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi lowered her gaze in unspoken understanding—these days, the two of them communicated only like this.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi suddenly felt her sleeve tugged; she looked up to see Bai Bai Shawei's flushed face pulling her eagerly, leading her into the room.

"Mm-hmm!" Bai Bai Shawei nodded.

What were you thinking? You promised to arrange a match, settled everything, even got your father's approval and recommendation—just nod, and I'd hand you Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan right away. But you shook your head vigorously, swore you had no regrets—yet now you're back asking your father? As a teacher, how can I face my beloved disciple with this old face?

Under Chenjun Xie Xun's probing gaze, Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang pressed her lips into a thin red line, hand gripping her waist sword, placed on her knees, back straight, seated in the pavilion, gazing at the scenery.

If your mother were still alive, with her temperament, she might have spat and cursed, jabbing her finger right through your forehead.

The atmosphere inside the pavilion suddenly fell quiet. Her father chuckled.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi snapped her head up, her entire aura shifting instantly; she bit her lip, lifted her chin: "I can do for my junior brother what you can do—I have what you have, I'll give you everything; what I can't do, I'll learn..."

The middle-aged Confucian, occasionally stern and carefree, lifted his hand to remove his hat and scratched his head as was customary.

"My junior brother was injured for you. I've been watching over him day and night—I'm just tired. When he wakes, I'll rest a few days and be fine."

Behind the table, having received bad news, Xu Zhi's face showed little joy; she nodded solemnly, speaking on behalf of her junior brother to thank him.

"As for other matters... wait until Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan recovers; I'll stay a while longer..."

Xu Zhi frowned in thought: "Actually, my junior brother seems aware of your existence. After the incident in your youth, Lady Zhao and Lady Zhen sold you off—but you still remember the kindness."

Not a trace of the earlier stubborn lip-biting defiance toward her father. The old father glanced at his daughter.

I said, my senior sister agreed to go to the Lady Yunmeng Sword Marsh's water prison to capture a divine physician to fully cure Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan.

Her father shook his head helplessly.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi lowered her head, chin pressed to her chest; her pale, weary face visibly flushed, the red spreading to her ears.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi smiled bitterly: "When I first heard, I didn't dare believe it." Yue Lady Yue Chuzi couldn't speak.

Xu Zhi's eyes were puzzled.

After stepping out the gate, she glanced sideways at Yue Lady Yue Chuzi and her father standing in the pavilion, then turned her warm face away, pointed her finger at Magistrate Ouyang Rong's sickroom, and spoke quietly to Bai Bai Shawei; the latter nodded silently.

The atmosphere between father and daughter gradually sank into silence.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi, as if guilty, lowered her head and spoke loudly; then, slightly lifting her gaze, she glanced at the Lady Lord's calm expression and muttered:

"When boys in the academy learn Qi Refining, do you often mention me? Other people's children—now they've grown up, met a True Person."

Xu Zhi fell silent for a long while before fully absorbing the news.

Her father looked at her and nodded: "So you think Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan will also dislike this girl?"

I declared firmly: "Wanwan's refusal to yield is not a bad trait—but she must act more calmly..."

As if noticing Xu Zhi and Xu Zhi's figures outside the pavilion, Xu Zhi gave them a faint smile by way of greeting.

"Oh, so Wanwan now cares about Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan?" It was a statement. The Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Shigui man's tone held a hint of excitement.

Xu Zhi murmured absentmindedly: "Personality really matters. These days I've realized—I should learn from you, Lady Lord. You were right: the slender girl is truly outstanding..."

Her father turned to glance at the room, then sighed and nodded.

"Lady Lord, you think I'm as foolish as you imagine? You don't know—I and my junior brother are very close! I gave him my inner robe-dagger; he accepted it for protection. When he touches the hilt, he knows I'm thinking of you."

Yet the face she revealed was startling.

Her father stroked his beard, asking without expression: "Just now, the hot-faced man full of sword qi inside the room—is he the Yue man from the Lady Yunmeng Sword Marsh? Isn't he Chenjun Xie Xun?"

He turned his head, gazing simply at the weary boy with his dark circles, and at the hat in his hand—Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang's hat.

Her father sighed and spoke: "The urgent matter now is to find a way to wake Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan as soon as possible."

For a moment, no one knew what to say.

After a long pause, the middle-aged Confucian rubbed his face: "Just like her mother when she was young..."

Yet this fragile, melancholy, lovable demeanor clearly did not suit Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang's proud and stubborn nature.

Outside the courtyard, Yue Lady Yue Chuzi called back without turning: "I'm going to Gesao Mountain now—you stay there and keep my junior brother company."

Xu Zhi nearly pulled out his beard, glaring at the nearby Sanhui Courtyard.

Her father shook his head, then suddenly asked: "Did he say who this girl is to Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan?"

For a moment, stillness and motion, father and daughter's emotions, formed a sharp contrast. "Only that?"

"Actually, you're quite a good person."

It was as if asking... I only mentioned it, didn't say I shouldn't care—why are you so agitated?

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi didn't respond.

Watching the lonely back of the departing girl, her father sighed:

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi shook her head: "I don't know."

"No," Xu Zhi shook his head: "It was your earlier misunderstanding." Xu Zhi nodded.

Xue Xue Zhongzhu rose without wind, sleeves fluttering, soaring into the sky. "What?"

Her father opened his mouth but held back, watching the stubborn light on his daughter's face in the sunlight. "Tell me."

Bai Bai Shawei held both hands behind her back, tightly clutching a towel just taken from someone's forehead; she looked up, silently watching

her senior sister depart.

"No, I am Xu Zhi's generation—Zhao Zhao Qingxiu, Xu Zhi."

Her father's hand froze on his beard; he stared: "You're Xue Xue Zhongzhu? Then that mute childhood bride named Zhao Qingxiu—you're..."

"Isn't that so?"

Under Xu Zhi's calm gaze, Yue Lady Yue Chuzi instantly felt breathless; she lowered her eyes, voice slightly weaker:

"Ah."

She looked utterly exhausted—days without sleep, hastily risen.

At that moment, father and daughter's peripheral vision caught something; they both fell silent and turned to look.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi approached, frowning slightly: "Zhao Qingxiu, has your senior sister returned to the sect? Has my junior brother's condition stabilized?"

No one knew what the two Yue men had discussed outside the room, but Xue Xue Zhongzhu's expression had softened slightly.

She lowered her head and left alone.

Xu Zhi nodded, speaking truthfully: "Yes—he is Chenjun Xie Xun, head of the Chenjun Xie Xun Hall, Xue Xue Zhongzhu."

Xu Zhi had no regrets—she shouldn't have used "other people's children" to crush her daughter's pride. Now it was too late; it might become a psychological scar.

Her father glanced sideways—this water prison was complex, existing only in legends.

"Yes yes yes!" Yue Lady Yue Chuzi nodded rapidly like pounding garlic; the awkwardness broke, she exhaled deeply, her face lost in thought.

Xu Zhi remained silent, only watching her intently.

And who knew what conditions the Lady Yunmeng Chenjun Xie Xun—who disliked my junior brother—had demanded of Zhao Qingxiu to save him? Even if those conditions indirectly benefited me.

Chenjun Xie Xun watched her with arms behind his back. "Is that so."

He finally understood Yue Lady Yue Chuzi's state these days. Head pounding, he suddenly heard his daughter speak: sighed silently.

"Who said that!"

In truth, from childhood to now, he had never seen his usually proud daughter look so embarrassed.

Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang, in a plain dress, removed her white gauze hat, turned her head to gaze at the pavilion's scenery, avoiding her father's gaze.

He could never just scold outright; Chenjun Xie Chenjun Xie Lingjiang shook her head.

"Qiu—!" From the cloud sea below the mountain peak, a small white bird pierced the blue sky, its clear cry echoing.

"Why are you going to Gesao Mountain? Isn't there already a divine physician...?" Xu Zhi's voice trailed off.

"He... he's my junior brother. These days, he taught me so much, cared for me greatly, and most importantly—he was injured saving me. How can a daughter not care for him?"

"Lady Lord, I tell you—I'm afraid Zhao Qingxiu and my junior brother will become something. Whoever comes first doesn't matter—the right one is the best!"

An awkward atmosphere spread out.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi shouted: "A child bride. A former child bride."

Behind me, Xu Xu Zhibo turned his head; his gaze was as intense as a deep pool, and as profound.

"My Lady."

Today, the stunning man in red robes had red-rimmed eyes, tears glistening in them as he hesitated to say:

"Little Brother knew you hated eating grapes, so he stripped all the grapevines outside the courtyard and brought them to you. Little Brother accompanied you to draw love lots, and... and even built you a swing. You hated that swing, yet I promised you I would leave only after you knew—promising to join you in pursuing a cause beneficial to the state and people!"

"Sorry, I misunderstood your meaning just now, My Lady."

Father turned to look up the mountain and sighed deeply: "So, all those days in Longcheng, he never changed his mind? Now he wants... to marry off to a good man?"

Inside the room, Xu Zhi also stepped back, glancing at the words written by Zhao Zhao Qingshou:

"My Lady..." Yue Lady Yue Chuzi sniffled, her voice tinged with sobs.

"You know, Little Brother taught you—you're impulsive, but now you're calm."

Father leaned forward slightly, scanning Xu Xu Zhibo from head to toe, feeling as if his spirited daughter had returned.

Suddenly turning, Yue Lady Yue Chuzi tugged at Father's sleeve; the two shared a silent understanding and stepped out of the room again.

Yue Lady Yue Chuzi exhaled deeply. Since her injuries had stabilized, she no longer needed to hover anxiously by the sickbed—she should be searching for healing elixirs instead.

Like a winter plum blossom clinging stubbornly to its branch, about to wither yet still proud. Father frowned.

He drifted into memory, recalling how Zhao Zhao Qingshou, outside the Eight Wisdom Courtyard, had seemed so quiet, capable, and virtuous.

Yet even in her frailty, the beauty carried a unique charm—"Though my belt grows loose, I never repent."

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The next several chapters will be emotional scenes or everyday filler at the volume's end. Reminder: this is a multi-heroine, court-and-martial-arts, light-daily novel—the synopsis clearly states it is plot-driven, not leveling-up. The romance arcs make up at least 30% of the story, often woven into the main plot; the key heroines drive or even anchor the central storyline. If you're here only to see map switches and epic battles, wait and reread later—it'll taste better. Latest URL: