Chapter Seventeen: Time Never Fails the Worthy
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A prairie man rushed out with a fierce and menacing expression: "Well, you've ruined my wall! This is a hundred-year-old wall—"
A golden ingot gleamed before him, held in his hands.
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A magpie perched on a branch, its cry flying into the residence of Duke Huai.
Zuo Xiao was reviewing military reports, a task he made time for every day. It was a crucial moment when he sat in his study, no one dared to disturb him.
The entire military state of the Great Chu Empire was clearly reflected in these meticulously worded military reports.
"My lord, there's a urgent letter." The butler's voice, inappropriately loud, rang outside the door.
Zuo Xiao's eyebrows furrowed.
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The steward added, “It’s a letter from Master Jiang Wang, sent from the grasslands. It took the emergency courier route.”
"Bring it in." Zuo Xiao casually put the military report aside.
The butler arrived with the letter in hand.
The letter is short, just one thin sheet of paper.
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The writing above indeed belongs to Jiang Wang. While the strokes aren't particularly outstanding, the structure is quite upright and the spirit clear and bright.
The word is ——
My younger brother, Ru Cheng, will be getting married on the grasslands. He will be marrying a daughter of Helan and becoming the heir apparent of the state ruled by herdsmen.
"You have no relatives, only Jiang Wang is considered your brother."
"As a brother, one should fulfill his duties and observe the six rites properly so as not to be disrespectful."
“Although Jiang Wang's background is ordinary and his knowledge is limited, he doesn't understand proper etiquette. His heart is filled with anxiety. He fears that he will embarrass himself and ruin this auspicious occasion, which would deeply disappoint him!”
“I have no close relatives, only the Duke of Zuoshi from Chu is my elder. He treats me like his own grandson.”
Your fame resounds throughout the world. Even though Helin wields great power, this palanquin can bear it as well.
> "If I could have the elders by my side, they would be like my relatives. I would then be able to fully offer my younger brother the utmost respect."
“Jiang Wang lay prostrate on the grassland, bowing again. He respectfully invites you to the banquet.”
Zuo Xiao smoothed out the letter paper and took a military manual, carefully tucking it between the pages. He tidied his robes and ordered, "Tell the Attendant Platform to prepare an imperial edict. Find any excuse, this official is going on an embassy to the grassland!"
"Let someone else ask Guangshu if he wants to go on a trip — forget it, he definitely wants to. Go straight to Marquis Yu's mansion and ask Shunhua if she wants to come along!"
At this time, at the Grand Qi Bowang Marquis Manor, a letter had just been opened.
But unlike the Duke Huan of Huai, who treasured Xin deeply, the current Marquis of Bo望 casually tossed the crumpled piece of paper aside, muttering curses under his breath.
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A thin piece of paper drifted in the air, with heavy ink but very short words. There was only one sentence, very simple and plain —
"My younger brother Zhao RuCheng is getting married, we can't lose face, you come over quickly and bring a lot of money."
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Easy Fourteen chuckled and covered her mouth, "What, my husband isn't planning on going"
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Chong Xuan sighed: "There's no way to avoid going, I can't beat him, and I can't go without money... I can only vent my anger with this letter. My wife, how hard it is for me!"
Yi Fourteen smiled and took out two more letters: “There are two more of these. He said he was too lazy to send them to each house separately, so he asked us to help deliver them. They are for the Yan family and the Li family.”
"This way of sending letters is cheaper!" Chong Xuan looked over with a glance, "Hmph! A letter to such a big shot dog"
Yi Fourteen urged him, "Open it and see what it says"
“I’ve never been one to pry into other people’s privacy—this is something you need to see.” Chong Xuan said, then tore open the envelope and took out five sheets of paper covered in densely written script.
He just took a glance and then scoffed, disgusted that he didn't want to look any further.
The first sentence is——
“Dearest friend Yanxian, I am on the grassland and miss you dearly!”
The second sentence is——
“Remembering when we visited Linzi, we used to fly hawks and fight dogs, shoulder to shoulder, it was so much fun!”
Next comes a three-page recollection, fully demonstrating the profound friendship between Jiang and An Xian's brothers.
Zhong Xuan endured the nausea and quickly flipped backwards.
The beginning of the fourth page is——
“Without the wisdom of a virtuous elder like you, the grasslands would be devoid of color, and even grand feasts would pale in comparison.”
Keep looking down, the last two pages are all invitations to Yan Fu.
Zhong Xuan jumped to the end and finally saw the last sentence: "Brother Yanxian, please must, must, must come visit!"
He slammed the letter shut.
He really can't look anymore.
"What a disgusting person!" he said to the Fourteenth.
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Fourteen was just smiling.
The church bells tolled far and wide.
Standing aloft, majestic and imposing like a divine creation, is the soaring Tōngtiāntǎ Temple. Monks throng through its halls like ants.
A gaunt, sickly monk walked into the meditation hall, his voice booming like thunder: "Master Abbot! There's a letter for Master Kujue, sent urgently through the Mu Guo messenger. The sender is Jiang Wang."
A destitute master, with a face full of sorrow, sat quietly on his meditation cushion, silently reciting a scripture.
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After a long pause, he said, "Just leave it there."
The sick man groaned, "Should we give him the Pure Ritual I saw it mentioned in the letter too, about the young monk."
"You scoundrel," Bitter Life looked at him: "How could you peek at Kua's letter"
Kǔ bìng liěliě dī tóu, biǎo xiàn chū le jǐ fēn bào qi, dàn shēng yīn háizhi bù néng yǐ biǎo zhì zhèn lóng fā niǎn: "Wǒ pà yǒu zhòng yào xìn xī, dānchá le."
"You may go now. Don't disturb Jingli, he is meditating and trying to break through his current cultivation level. This is the most important thing."
Kǔ bìng "ō"ed with a sigh, and then left.
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The fat and miserable one sat there, silently and forlornly, like a Buddha made of flesh.
The door to the meditation room closed, and the illness had finally receded. He grasped the letter, reading it carefully from beginning to end, before refolding and sealing it again.
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Then he said, "Namo Amitabha Buddha!"s, coupled with the true key he had hidden from outside Wanxian Palace—now shimmering before him in a teardrop-shaped jade object—these three elements finally pushed open the gates of this ancient rui...