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"Aunt, Brother Yang said it well! I can write so many characters now, and I've memorized the Three Character Classic!" Liu Qingyan, this student, is very protective of his Master.
In his eyes, Yang Yichen has a majestic and towering image that absolutely does not allow others to disrespect him.
"Oh, it seems that Yichan has not been taught in vain. At such a young age, he already knows to protect his Master. Not bad, not bad!" The Wen Family was extremely pleased. "By the way, let Yichan recommend a good Master."
"Of course! Otherwise, I'd be completely lost and know nothing." He was already planning to have Yang Yichen recommend someone since he is a renowned Scholar from Biqi Town, a young Scholar!
He believes that a good Master must have commendable qualities.
The morning of New Year's Day was spent at the Yang Family. After all, the siblings had no exciting events to return home to, while the Wen Family and Yang Yichen were just two people who happened to gather together for some liveliness.
In the afternoon, the siblings returned home and saw a hunched figure at the intersection from afar. After such a long time, with such an appearance appearing near their home, it could only be the Qin Family.
If Liu Qingxi used to feel touched and nostalgic seeing the Qin Family, now she felt nothing at all.
Repeated experiences made her realize that no matter when or where, in Yan's heart, the most important ones are still the First Branch and Second House. If crossing a narrow bridge, the decision-making power lies with the Qin Family; those pushed off will definitely not be from the First Branch or Second House.
Of course, since they are relatives by blood, Liu Qingxi would not make things too difficult; she just smiled on the surface while feeling otherwise: "Grandma, Happy New Year!"
"Cough cough, how have you two been? Why aren't you at home?"
"We're fine! We went out to play for a bit. Grandma, come in and sit for a while!"
This time, the Qin Family unusually did not refuse. As they entered the house, their eyes scanned around: "Girl, your life is getting better and better; Grandma can rest assured!"
Liu Qingxi remained silent. Who doesn't know how to say nice things? But what about the Qin Family? Although they secretly provided food for the two of them, they had never shown their faces during their times of difficulty.
Even after being shamelessly pushed away by the Wang family, the Qin Family surprisingly came knocking, asking her for help.
Although she originally intended to assist, the difference between being proactive and being softly coerced felt entirely different. Even if she helped, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Sigh! Your older cousin..."
In just a few sentences, the conversation shifted to the grandchildren, discussing how they were misbehaving and how, since she took charge, they were always asking for money. While the Wang family didn't cause trouble directly, they certainly encouraged the children to act up.
In short, Liu Qingxi had no desire to hear about the Liu family's issues; she was tired of it!
Fortunately, she had cut ties early on, or else there would be more trouble in the future.
Once filled with gratitude for the affection from the Qin Family, she now felt nothing at all. On this New Year's Day, for some reason, a subtle sense of annoyance began to emerge.
She wasn't the only one feeling troubled; Yang Yichen was not much better off.
Spending the winter in this village, life for mother and son was simple and happy. They even preferred not to return during the New Year. Yang Bingshan had long since come to terms with the ups and downs of life experienced by the Wen Family.
"Yichan, you should go home for a visit; at least it looks good on the surface!" After all, Yang Yichen still had a father-son relationship with Yang Bingshan. If he acted too heartlessly, it would be easy for others to use it against him during the Imperial Examination.
As for Yang Yichen, although he had accepted the teachings of this era that emphasized filial piety above all else, deep down, a voice told him that it didn't have to be this way.
As a father, Yang Bingshan had not fulfilled his responsibilities; as a husband, he had failed to protect his wife and even indulged other women. What was there to respect about such a person?
However, living in such a special era, doctrines were one of the important ways to constrain people's behavior; otherwise, one could easily be drowned in spit from those around them.
Meanwhile, the roads remained blocked by unmelted snow, but it did not hinder Yang Yichen and others from traveling.
A sled-like vehicle pulled by two horses moved swiftly forward, its roof covered with thick cotton curtains that blocked the biting cold wind outside. This large ice cart was no different from a horse-drawn carriage as it traveled along the flat road.
Half an hour later, this peculiar ice cart stopped at the entrance of Biqi Town.
As they moved further in, the snow in the town had been cleared away, and the horse-drawn carriage with wooden planks for a base could not advance, having to stop outside the town where there was still a thick layer of snow.
Yang Yichen lifted the curtain and walked into the town. When the servants of Yang Residence saw their Young Master, who had been absent for several days, suddenly appear, their eyes widened in shock.
Yang Bingshan had no good expression for this disobedient son who often irritated him: "What are you back for? You actually know how to come back!"
"I came to pay my New Year’s greetings!" Yang Yichen's smile was increasingly enigmatic.
Yang Bingshan's heart raced; this son was becoming more and more unpredictable.
"So you still remember that you have a father. Where is your mother? Why didn't she come back?" Yang Bingshan blurted out in frustration.
A woman dressed in red, resembling a flower and heavily made up, bit down on her silver teeth, nearly wringing her handkerchief to shreds: "Master, my sister went to take care of her health; let’s not disturb her!"
Liang Mei'er was so angry that her face turned crimson, her prominent features trembling in the cold air beneath her thin clothing.
Yang Bingshan frowned slightly; this attentive woman had become increasingly troublesome lately, no longer displaying her previous obedient demeanor.
"Master~~~~~~" A delicate call sent chills down one’s spine.
If a young girl in her teens called out like that, it would be acceptable, but Liang Mei'er was already thirty years old and still imitating young girls, doing so in an awkward manner.
Without a sweet voice, she insisted on such pretentious behavior. Yang Yichen coldly stared into Liang Mei'er’s eyes; this woman was truly ruthless, fully adhering to the principle of "if one does not act for oneself, one will perish."
"I’m going back to my room to rest!" Yang Yichen did not want to watch this nauseating display of so-called elders putting on a show; it was disgusting!
Yang Bingshan was furious, his beard bristling. With a son who had the ability to bring him honor, he still refused to give him any respect.
The remaining sons were all idle and did nothing but squander money.
Scholar Lord didn't need the identity of a biological father; just thinking about it made his heart ache.
It would have been better if the unfilial son hadn't returned at all!
Of course, Yang Yichen couldn't hear his thoughts. If he could, he would pack up and leave immediately—who would care?
Yang Yichen was in a bad mood, and Yang Bingshan was equally upset by him.
Every family has its own difficulties, whether they are poor or rich.
The New Year gradually passed in an atmosphere of joy or entanglement, and after the New Year, the weather changed distinctly, warming up just as suddenly as it had cooled down before.
The earth revived, and the ice and snow melted away.
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