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The two of them talked for a while and did not mention leaving again. San Chun thought the topic had been passed over until Zhu suddenly disappeared three hours later, which left her in shock.
That morning, Zhu wanted to eat fish and asked Qing to take her to the river to catch some. This was the first time she had made a request regarding food, and Qing naturally did his best to fulfill it.
When Qing went out, San Chun followed him as usual; wherever he went, she would follow. It had become a habit. Moreover, she had spent the last two years sitting by the river, becoming quite skilled in the water, causing mischief, and helping to catch fish.
At this time of year, the fish were not very fat. After two hours, the two returned with a basket of thin fish but found no sign of Zhu. It was only then that they realized she was already gone.
On the table lay a bamboo board with a few words written on it: "Qing Ge, Zhu has left for something. Do not worry."
San Chun suddenly remembered something. "I saw Sister Zhu crying over a Bamboo Slip yesterday; I didn't expect she would really...”
At this point, seeing Qing's pale face, the words immediately caught in her throat.
Qing coldly asked, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"I didn't think she would actually leave," she mumbled. Zhu often cried while holding the Bamboo Slip, and it wasn't just once or twice.
She had secretly peeked at the words on the Bamboo Slip; each time the content was different. Sometimes it was love poetry, sometimes an essay, and other times it was medical texts. Genius knew which content could drive her away.
Qing lost his temper for a moment. He threw down the fish basket and discarded the fresh fish. Still not satisfied, he glared at her a few times before kneeling down in despair.
After a moment, his eyes seemed to glisten with moisture. It felt like he was speaking to her but also murmuring to himself: "I thought that after five years, I could warm her heart and change her. Now I realize it was just a five-year dream..."
San Chun sat beside him, leaning against him as he began to tell a poignant and heart-wrenching story that made one feel both sorrowful and pained.
In the State of Qin, there was a Grand Minister, a very high-ranking official. As for how high, San Chun did not know; she only knew that his daughter was beautiful, virtuous, and engaged to the second son of a noble family.
Just before the two were to marry as per their parents' wishes, a man named Qing appeared. He began to pursue the Grand Minister's daughter, and they fell in love. Ultimately, they eloped and escaped to this mountain village to live together.
This is a love story written with blood and tears. The two knew and loved each other, wanting to spend their lives together, but ultimately could not withstand the twists of fate.
Listening to this, San Chun couldn't help but think that it was no wonder they didn't seem like siblings; they were actually a pair of lovers. However, she did not believe this story would be so simple. If he and Sister Zhu truly intended to elope, they would have married long ago; how could they treat each other with such formality, one acting like a doctor and the other like a patient?
Moreover, in this story, Qing and Zhu seemed mismatched in status. Yet why did it feel like Qing resembled a nobleman more? It seemed that in terms of demeanor and grace, he surpassed Zhu, the daughter of a marquis. Furthermore, she did not feel that their love was particularly sincere because he did not appear happy. For him, Zhu sometimes felt more like a responsibility—one he had to bear and even force himself to fulfill.
As the story concluded, there was an eerie atmosphere in the room. San Chun stared at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Continue telling it; I think it's quite interesting."
Qing shot her a fierce glance; her presence seemed solely meant to irritate him—she wouldn't stop until she drove him mad.
He stood up, flicked his sleeves, snorted softly, and walked out of the room.
San Chun hurried after him. "Where are you going?"
"Now that she's gone, there's nothing left to miss here."
"Are you going to find her?"
A bitter smile tugged at Qing's lips. He could guess why she left; what was meant to happen would eventually come. They were never meant to be together; the mutual support they had shared for so long was already his luxury. Nothing else mattered; he only worried about her—dragging that frail body along; could she really go back?
Since this place has come to an end, there is nothing left to cling to, and he should go on to do his own things. His deep-seated hatred, the villain who forced him to flee and caused his mother's death, he would never forgive.
San Chun, however, regardless of what he thought in his heart, tightly grasped his sleeve and chanted, "No matter where you go, you must take me with you."
He glared at her, "Don't make a fuss."
Unwilling to give up, she continued to pull on him, tearing a hole in his fine clothing.
He sighed helplessly, "Go pack your things."
This was settled; she happily ran back into the house.
Watching her retreating figure, he sighed deeply. If it weren't for the entrusted task, he certainly wouldn't take her along. But could she understand the heartfelt intentions of the person who entrusted him with this task in her current dazed state?
Recalling that morning when the Handsome Young Man brought her, covered in blood, to seek medical help and pleaded with him to save her at all costs, even if it meant exchanging a life for a life.
He had already seen that she was dead and advised him to choose a place to bury her. The young man refused to believe it and threatened to take his own life in front of him. Blood splattered everywhere; it took him several days to clean the bloodstains from the house.
At that moment, she had clearly stopped breathing but miraculously regained a pulse.
Moved by their passionate love, he saved her on the spot. Little did he know that after her Awakening, she remembered nothing and thought he was her Beloved because he resembled him. He had seen that young man; with his standard fair face, how could he possibly resemble this dashing figure?
He cared for her according to the young man's last wishes and never mentioned those forgotten past events again, treating her as if she were a newborn, pure and untainted, simply yearning for love.
There wasn't anything valuable in the Thatch House, and San Chun had no treasures to speak of either. After looking around, she only took two pieces of clothing, an identity bamboo plaque, and a sword. The sword was something that had been beside her when she woke up, a very ordinary Bronze Sword. The hilt was not ornate, and it didn't seem any sharper than the kitchen knife at home. However, it was already her most precious possession.
As for Qing, he packed a large bag full of items. He couldn't take all his medical books, but he had to bring along the elixirs he had researched for many years. These items were usually inconspicuous, but if he found himself in need and realized they were missing, it would be a serious problem.
Once they finished packing, they set off. Since they were in a hurry, they didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone in the village. Old Tian from the west of the village, Brother Niu from the north, Aunt San from the south, and even Er Ya, who often made excuses to come here every few days claiming she had a headache, all went unacknowledged.
Qing was in a bad mood. Although he wouldn't complain out loud, he walked along several roads leading out of the village, truly confirming that she was lost before setting off with a heavy heart.
On the road, the two talked about where they were headed. San Chun was eager to join the Wei Kingdom's army; she wanted to uncover her identity and at least know her own name.
Qing remained noncommittal and laughed at her for being just a frog at the bottom of a well.
At this time, joining the army was considered the least promising path; soldiers held the lowest status and were often looked down upon. Someone like him, an exceptional swordsman, should aspire to become a "Shi," a true warrior.
Among the "Shi," there were Scholars and Warriors, as well as those who were both literate and martial. These "Shi" served the Slave Master Nobility, pledging loyalty to them and working for them, gradually forming a class known as Gentry. However, only capable individuals could become "Shi." San Chun always thought of herself as someone who merely got by without much effort; regarding such lofty ideals—honestly, she really lacked confidence in herself.
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