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“Living and Dead are interconnected. The aspect you possess is that of death and rebirth. Now, the death energy has transformed, and life energy has suddenly emerged. After a while, the death energy will disappear completely.”
This was the first time she had heard such words, and she felt quite curious. She couldn't help but ask, “May I ask who you are, sir?”
“I am Yuzhen.”
It was truly a stroke of luck to find him without much effort; she never expected to encounter him on Main Street. She grabbed Yuzhen's hand, her eyes brimming with tears. “Sir, what do you want to eat? I’ll treat you.”
Yuzhen chuckled as they arrived at a restaurant. San Chun ordered a table full of dishes—chicken, duck, fish, meat, ginseng, fins, abalone, and more; the more expensive, the better.
Yuzhen sighed. “The person you are looking for must be me.”
“Indeed,” San Chun laughed. “I have one thing to ask you, sir.”
She recounted the matter regarding Ji Xun, and Yuzhen listened intently. After a while, he said, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be the owner of that jade pendant.”
“Indeed.”
He stroked his chin. “Then you are Yan Dan?”
Years ago, Master Yu Rong admired his jade pendant so much that he insisted on taking it. Since it was of no use to him anyway, he gave it to him. Later, he heard that he had given it to his own disciple. And Master Yu Rong had only taken one disciple in his lifetime: Prince Dan of Yan.
He had many complaints about this disciple and had mentioned countless times how utterly useless this disciple was—lacking talent and unwilling to put in effort.
At that time, he teased him, “Then why did you take this disciple?”
Master Yu Rong wore a bitter expression. “Could I have been deceived by her appearance?”
When she rushed over and hugged his leg calling him “Master,” he couldn’t help but soften his heart. He initially intended to just give her a casual lesson or two but ended up spending several years on her training. In the end, all that remained was regret.
Thinking of the expression of Yurong with a face full of frustration, he couldn't help but chuckle. He never expected that after such a long time, she would suddenly appear before him. It seemed that this was also a kind of fate between them.
From afar, among so many people, he spotted her at a glance, not only because of her outstanding demeanor but also because of the huge black shadow behind her. That was a phenomenon only those who had died and come back to life would possess, and her soul was unstable in this body, at any moment it could detach and leave.
San Chun couldn't care less about him now; knowing she was Yan Dan, he only asked, "Is there any way to lift the curse on Ji Xun?"
"No way."
"Didn't you say that I just need to die for it to be lifted?"
"Which ear did you hear that from?"
She hadn't heard it herself; it was the nightingale that had relayed it to her. Now that she thought about it, the nightingale indeed had no good intentions.
She knelt down and repeatedly bowed her head, "I beg you, sir, have mercy and save him."
"I really can't do anything about this matter. There are three types of people in the world: those with strong bodies, those on the verge of death, and those who are already dead. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and I can't save those who are dying either. If you find someone healthy and free from illness, I could extend their life by a few years."
San Chun was speechless; it seemed he wanted to kill a living person instead. Why would a healthy person need his help?
"Are you truly unable to help?"
"If you can bring him out and see his current condition first."
She had the same intention and hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir."
Yuzhen helped her up, "He's fine for now, but your soul is unstable and needs adjustment as well; otherwise, before he dies, you'll meet the King of Hell first."
San Chun exclaimed in surprise; she didn't understand his words at all.
"Sir, how do you plan to adjust? It can't be like propping up a bamboo stalk or a tree, can it?"
Yuzhen smiled, "That's not it. I haven't found the right tools yet. When I have the chance later, I'll help you straighten things out."
Still treating her like a bamboo stalk. If an ordinary person heard what he said, they would definitely find it terrifying. But San Chun was different; she had experienced life and death many times and had endured too much stimulation. Her heart had become incredibly strong. Even if he mentioned souls, she wouldn't be too scared, even if she were a ghost.
Yuzhen closed his eyes, and his expression looked like he was exerting effort. San Chun didn't know what he was thinking or calculating and didn't dare to disturb him. After a while, she heard him exhale and say, "This fart has been held in for a long time."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "pfft," a very loud and smelly fart.
The sound could be heard throughout the restaurant, and the smell wafted in the air. The nearby tables couldn't sit still anymore and began to settle their bills and leave, some even muttering "old pervert."
Yuzhen wasn't angry at all; he continued eating and asked her, "Where were we just now?"
San Chun found it quite amusing. She suddenly realized that she really liked him. This Yuzhen was just like her master Master Yu Rong, carefree and unruly, never playing by the rules but very endearing.
She replied, "You were going to adjust me like you would with bamboo, giving me a good rest."
Yuzhen responded with an "oh," "That could work." He then asked her, "Where are you staying now?"
"At the Zhao Kingdom Embassy."
He said, "You are destined for great wealth and should not have died prematurely. Since you've been given another chance at life, you should cherish it. Forget about trimming bamboo; nothing on you is superfluous. One day, I'll perform a ritual to properly calm your soul so that your body and soul can align better."
San Chun found it funny; after all that circling around, this was the point.
"When can we start with what you mentioned?"
"Let's see." He casually replied without much sincerity and then took her hand. "Have you felt any discomfort in your body these days?"
San Chun pulled a few times but couldn't retrieve it, so she had to let him hold it. "My head hurts a bit, I'm always feeling anxious."
"That's because you haven't been sleeping well and are worried. I'm not asking about your mental state, but your physical condition."
"I shouldn't have any problems."
In fact, she wasn't sure if there was anything wrong; these days, she had been so worried about Ji Xun that she hadn't paid attention to her own discomfort.
Yuzhen shrugged. "Not knowing is better; it saves you from being scared."
That was indeed a frightening statement. She smiled and asked him where she could find him.
Yuzhen told her he was temporarily staying at a friend's place and that she could go there if needed.
She asked where the friend lived, and he laughed, "Within five hundred miles of here, guess where?" With that, he laughed heartily and left.
San Chun felt a twitch in her mouth; it would be strange if she could find him. However, people like them who were hermits often had eccentric personalities. She shook her head and returned to the Embassy. Since he had already promised, he would likely come looking for her when the time came to rescue someone.
Back at the Embassy, she waited until midnight, but Zhong Xue still hadn't returned. He had gone to Zhao Palace for a banquet and had been gone for two or three hours without resting. San Chun felt anxious as she waited, worried that what he promised might not happen and concerned for his safety.
As the saying goes, worry leads to chaos; she couldn't sleep all night and sat in his room waiting for him to come back.
When Zhong Xue returned, it was already past three o'clock. Seeing that his room was still lit, he frowned and asked the guard, "Is my wife in the room?"
"The lady has already gone to bed; it's Lord Jun who brought Yan Ren."
Zhong Xue was taken aback, then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He hadn't expected the person waiting for him to be her. Pushing the door open, San Chun was indeed sitting on the bed, her hand touching the sheets with a thoughtful expression.
"Why are you still awake at this hour?"
Seeing him, San Chun couldn't help but smile, "You finally came back. I was worried something might happen to you."
"You actually care about me; that's rare." He sat beside her, reaching out to stroke her hair. "You've been looking for someone and haven't slept well these past few days. You look a bit haggard."
San Chun smiled. He usually didn't pay much attention to her, but today he seemed to be in a good mood and spoke a few more words with her. He had been angry with her for quite some time; perhaps he was finally over it.
"I'm fine, but you look haggard. Your stomach isn't good; I've had someone make you some hangover soup. You should drink some first."
Zhong Xue nodded, took the bowl she handed him, and took a sip before suddenly asking, "Have you found the person?"
She was taken aback and then realized he was referring to Yuzhen. Her whereabouts were always hard to hide from him.
"I found the person; they are a recluse."
"Is Ji Xun saved?"
"The master hasn't saved him yet; we need to rescue him first and see him before we can decide."
Since Ji Xun was mentioned, she couldn't help but ask, "How was your day in the palace? Were you able to mention the crown prince's matter to the king?"
"I didn't bring it up." He smiled as he finished the last sip of soup and added, "I only met him briefly."
When he entered the palace today, Zhao Wang was naturally overjoyed, especially when he saw all the rare treasures sent to him, which made him smile so much that wrinkles formed on his old face.
He felt that with this son-in-law, the state of Zhao would be secure in the future. With Wei Kingdom's Chengyang Jun around, which country would dare to act against Zhao?
Naturally pleased in his heart, Zhao Wang became even more friendly towards Zhong Xue, frequently offering her drinks and dishes while arranging for beautiful dancers to flatter her. They spent over an hour enjoying the meal without dispersing.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, when they were thoroughly satisfied, Zhong Xue suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I have a request. I hope you will grant it."
Zhao Wang said, "Lord Jun, feel free to speak. Aside from the moon in the sky, which I cannot pluck, you may ask for anything else."
Zhong Xue replied with a smile, "There’s no need to pluck the moon. Even if I wanted to, if Your Majesty found a ladder, I still wouldn't be able to reach it."
Hearing this, Zhao Wang laughed heartily, "Lord Jun is truly a humorous person."
Zhong Xue continued, "What I seek is quite simple. I have long admired Young Master Ji Xun's skills on the qin and would like to invite him to perform a piece at the banquet."
Zhao Wang hesitated slightly, "This... might not be appropriate. The Crown Prince has already committed an offense and has been imprisoned."
"Is he convicted then?"
"Well... not exactly."
"Since he hasn't been convicted, that means he is not yet a criminal. If he is not a criminal and there are guests visiting, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to come out and meet them, right?"
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