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A week after returning home, Jia Qianjun submitted a script titled "Slay the Dragon Vein." Hanno took a copy to show Elder Brother Li and placed the script next to Fang Ding, eager to see if Square Zun would once again transport them into the world of the story.
In the guesthouse of Nanshan Temple, both families were in a state of chaos. The two mistresses who had come to pay their respects unexpectedly went into labor on the same night, leaving their unprepared servants floundering like blind grasshoppers, unsure of how to react. It was the elderly women who directed the servants in preparing for the delivery.
Thunder roared and rain poured down, masking the deadly intent lurking in the darkness. At that moment, the busy servants had no idea that someone was plotting against the newborns.
Finally, two children were born, but in the confusion, the nursemaids from both families mistakenly swapped the babies. The nursemaid from the Liu Family cradled her newly born son and returned to her room, feeding him and soothing him to sleep. Looking at the infant, she smiled with affection; this child would be her master and her reliance for the rest of her life. Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt weak and collapsed beside the bed.
In that instant, a figure dressed in black appeared in the room. He quickly approached the bed and hesitated upon seeing the child, feeling a pang of reluctance before slowly raising his hand.
"If I were you, I wouldn't kill this child," a youthful voice suddenly echoed in the room.
"Who are you?" The figure in black spun around, his voice low and guarded.
From the shadow of a cabinet stepped out a child, plump and no more than three or four years old, yet his face bore an unusually serious expression akin to that of an adult.
It was a child! The figure in black was taken aback. "You are Zhuo Family's Young Master?"
The child nodded. "That's right."
The figure in black threatened him, "You have some nerve. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
The child scoffed lightly. "If you try to kill me, won't I scream? Just wait until everyone from the temple comes running; let’s see how you escape."
The figure in black was startled by the child's cleverness but maintained a calm facade. "I could kill this infant and use you as a hostage to escape."
The child replied calmly (though his childish voice made it hard to convey true calmness), "You can't kill this child."
"Why not? He's not your brother," the figure in black couldn't help but laugh. Did this child really think of someone else's baby as his own brother?
"Because you killed him, you won't survive either."
The man in black replied, "I will escape. I killed him and took you hostage; I can still get away."
The child scoffed, "You might escape the pursuit of Flowing Spring Villa and Princess Anyang, but can you really evade the hidden hand of the mastermind?"
The man in black growled, "How is that possible?"
"How could it not be?" the child said calmly. "Killing to silence witnesses—don't you, as an adult, understand this better than I do as a child? To prevent Princess Anyang from learning the truth, you must die!"
A chill ran down the man's spine; he realized the child was right. The mastermind would indeed resort to murder to keep the truth from leaking. Cold sweat broke out on his back as he stared at the child, feeling as if he were facing a monster rather than a mere child.
"You are not a child!"
The child rolled his eyes. "How am I not a child? Have you ever seen an adult who looks like me? Uncle, just because I'm smart and know a bit more than you doesn't mean you should doubt my humanity!"
"Uh..." The man in black felt embarrassed by the child's words.
The child waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies. "Hurry up and leave; stop thinking about killing this child. Go back and take your pregnant wife away to a place where the mastermind can't find you. Live a good life and don't continue this dangerous profession of being an assassin, or your child will grow up without a father."
You even know my wife is pregnant? What are you if not a monster? The man in black was stunned and found himself obediently leaving.
Once he was sure the man in black had gone, the child stepped forward and poked the baby's cheek with his chubby finger, muttering to himself, "I can't leave my little brother behind; otherwise, if Master Liu finds out both children are alive, he will definitely continue to target Nan Fengning. For Nan Fengning's safety, little brother, you'll have to endure this. But you should be grateful to me; if it weren't for me, you'd be dead today. It was your brother who saved your life. You need to remember this and listen to your brother when you grow up."
The child picked up the baby; despite his young age, he had surprising strength and steadily walked out of the room and through the courtyard. Outside in the corridor, a young woman saw the child approaching and immediately knelt down. The child handed the baby to her. "Elegant, I entrust my little brother to you from now on."
"Yes, I will take good care of Young Master," Elegant replied firmly. She had originally been the child's personal maid but had been arranged to marry a year ago while secretly continuing her training with him. She remained loyal to him as part of Yuequan Villa's Host and Madam of the Manor.
Elegant took the baby from the child's hands and wrapped him in her cloak to shield him from the rain.
“Young Master, the Second Young Master still doesn’t have a name, right? Why don’t you help him choose one?”
“A name?” The child blurted out, “Let’s call him Zhuo Yihang.”
“Zhuo Yihang?” Elegant thought the name sounded a bit strange. “What do those two characters mean?”
“One is the character for ‘one’ as in one, two, three, four, and ‘hang’ means to sail,” the child explained, not wanting to admit that it was just a name born from his own whimsy. “In ‘Wei Feng? He Guang,’ it says, ‘Who says the river is wide? A single reed can cross it. Who says Song is far away? I can only look towards it. Who says the river is wide? It does not allow a knife; who says Song is far away? It does not honor the morning.’ It speaks of a Song person living in Wei who, due to some obstruction, cannot return home. Facing the river, he repeatedly sings and sighs, expressing his anxious longing to return. The Second Young Master, as the Second Young Master of Flowing Spring Villa, cannot return to Flowing Spring Villa; how similar he is to that Song person. A single reed can cross it; may there always be a way for the Second Young Master to return to Zhuo Family openly as the Second Young Master of Flowing Spring Villa.”
“Young Master is truly talented; this name is excellent.” As a devoted fan of Young Master, Elegant no longer found Zhuo Yihang’s name odd.
The child then pulled out three books from his pocket and handed them to Elegant. “These three Inner Power manuals should be given to Yihang when he’s old enough to learn. When you have children, you can let them learn alongside Yihang.”
“Thank you, Young Master! Thank you!” Elegant gratefully accepted the books and tucked them into his chest pocket, which contained titles like Northern Darkness Divine Skill, Lingbo Weibu, and Mountain Folding Plum Hand.
The child watched as Elegant left with his child and sighed lightly: In chaotic times ahead, only those with skills can survive. Cultivation is better than martial arts; unfortunately, my own brother lacks Spiritual Root and can only practice martial arts.
“Nono, where are you?” The child, who was Elder Brother Li, lamented.
………………
Eighteen years later, the Mongolians marched southward. The Southern Song Emperor surrendered, and after three hundred twenty years, the Song Dynasty finally fell. The late Emperor’s Consort Yang fled with her sons Prince Yi Zhao Shi and Prince Guang Zhao Bing under the protection of her uncle Yang Liangjie. They met with ministers Xiufu, Zhang Shijie, Chen Yizhong, Wen Xiang in Jinhua and subsequently appointed Zhao Shi as Marshal of the Lower Army and Zhao Bing as Vice Marshal. The Yuan Army commander Bayan continued to pursue the two princes relentlessly until they finally escaped to Quanzhou. Just seven years old, Zhao Shi ascended the throne as Emperor Song Duanzong. While fleeing to Leizhou, they encountered a typhoon that capsized their imperial boat; Song Duanzong nearly drowned and fell ill as a result.
In a simple room, a child burned with fever all over his body. Without adequate medicine for treatment, death seemed inevitable for him. His mother and subordinates were heartbroken but could do nothing but helplessly give up on saving him. Suddenly, a girl dressed in blue walked to the bedside and picked up the child to carry him outside.
“Nuoer! What are you doing carrying your brother? Put him down quickly!” A man in armor shouted urgently upon seeing her lift the child.
The girl glanced at him calmly and said, “Uncle, if Younger Brother stays here, he will only wait for death. Taking him with me gives him a chance at survival.”
“Where are you going?” the man asked. “The Mongolians are pursuing us from behind; as soon as you leave, they will catch you. What if they use you to threaten us?”
The girl confidently said, "Don't worry, they won't catch us."
The man laughed, "Where does your confidence come from?"
"Just from my abilities." The girl kicked her right foot, and without even touching the table in the middle, it fell apart.
The man was startled. "You... you know martial arts?"
The girl replied, "I suppose so. I'm confident that I can protect Younger Brother and keep him safe from the Mongolian Soldiers."
The man gritted his teeth and made a decision. "Alright, you can take Seer."
"Thank you for your support, Uncle." The girl bowed to the man.
At that moment, another woman in the room seemed to finally react and rushed over. "Seer, my Seer."
The girl stepped back. "Mother, we can't delay Younger Brother's treatment any longer."
Upon hearing this, the woman immediately wiped away her tears and said to the girl, "Nuoer, I'm entrusting your brother to you. You must save him!"
The girl assured her, "He's my brother; I won't let him die."
Tears streamed down the woman's face again as she wiped her eyes and walked toward the cabinet in the room. "I made several outfits for your brother before. Let's quickly change him into them. Otherwise, wearing this will definitely get him recognized by the Mongolian Soldiers."
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