Chapter 480: Insignificant Concern
The next morning, Yu Xia got up early to tidy up the house.
The leftovers from yesterday’s banquet were too much for one person to handle. So, Long Huan had gone ahead and instructed the hired help to start cleaning bright and early.
When they got to Si Jingzhu’s room, they just happened to run into her as she stepped out.
“Good morning, Miss—”
Si Jingzhu shot a cold glance at Yu Xia.
Yu Xia immediately felt a bit guilty and looked down in silence.
“… liar.” She muttered under her breath before turning to leave.
Yu Xia stood there awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“What’s wrong?” Long Huan poked her head out to take a look.
“It’s not the Miss’s fault.” Yu Xia lowered her head somewhat bashfully, “It’s my fault for breaking the promise with the Miss, I’m sorry…”
Long Huan blinked in confusion.
“I thought it was because of the noises last night from your husband’s room that scared her.”
“Speaking of which,” Yu Xia said with a hint of worry, “didn’t we say we’d let the Old Master take it easy? The kind of snake venom you used, won’t it harm the madam’s body?”
“Oh please, it’s fine.”
Long Huan waved her hand casually, “That was personally mixed by Zhen Fu Grandpa; the poison has been completely neutralized, leaving only the aphrodisiac part.”
“After all, it’s a momentous time in Little Ying’s life, it’s only right to leave behind some happy memories.”
“And as for the baby, don’t worry. Grandpa Zhen Fu added a lot of ingredients for a safe pregnancy while mixing the poison, so it might not only not affect the baby but actually make it healthier.”
“Sigh, I’m really my husband’s little cotton-padded jacket.” Long Huan cupped her face, looking blissfully happy.
Yu Xia remembered the noises from last night that could be heard from several rooms away.
Clearly, Long Huan’s poison had a very noticeable effect.
It was rare to see Young Master Sang still not up by noon.
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By noon, most of the cleaning at home was done.
As the servants departed, Yu Xia prepared lunch for the family, calling everyone to eat.
However, Young Master Sang and Zhang Xiaoying still hadn’t come out from their rooms. Maybe they were still sleeping.
Yu Xia had no idea just how much fun they had last night.
As they finished eating, Zhang Xiaoying’s parents suddenly came looking for Long Huan and Gu Yingmian.
“You two must be the demon clan’s little princess and the Sword Flower Palace’s palace master, right?”
“Yes, Uncle, what’s up?”
“Come, come, come, Uncle has a little something for you.” Saying this, Zhang Quanzhi pulled out several pieces of silk from his wife Wei Fen’s big bag.
Long Huan and Gu Yingmian exchanged confused looks as they took the fabric: “Uncle, this is…”
“A little token of appreciation, just a tiny gesture.”
Zhang Quanzhi wore a beaming smile, making his stout, slightly dark face look extra kind.
“I know that the women around my son-in-law are all high and mighty, godly beings, so you probably wouldn’t care for my measly gifts.”
“But if you’re interested in some mortal fabric, the cloth from my shop is famous for being high-quality within ten miles or so! Just feel this texture, this quality—”
He spoke in a whisper as if showing off his prized possessions like a child: “Especially this piece, we usually can’t bear to cut the top-quality material—it’s precious!”
Long Huan was still a bit clueless, but next moment, Zhang Quanzhi looked down with a grin and said:
“Well, I know our little Ying was born lowly.”
“Her parents are useless, all failures as mortals. We can’t compare to your noble backgrounds.”
“But our little Ying is a good girl, hardworking and understanding. She won’t easily quarrel or cause a scene.”
“I know that tensions can often arise between wives and concubines, I don’t ask you to indulge little Ying, just don’t make it too hard for her.”
He patted his rough, calloused hand on the fabric with a serious expression, then solemnly handed it to Long Huan.
“This is the most valuable thing my wife and I could think of, so in the future, please take good care of our little Ying.”
Long Huan suddenly felt a bit lost and anxious.
Zhang Quanzhi had a simple, honest face, the kind of look you’d expect from a regular farming family, but his eyes were clear and sincere.
Each word reflected a father’s heartfelt desire to do the best he could for his daughter.
“… Uncle, I promise you.”
Just as Long Huan was hesitating, Gu Yingmian had already taken the fabric, smiling gently: “Don’t worry, we’ll get along well with Little Ying.”
“Ah, that’s great, that’s great!”
Zhang Quanzhi smiled broadly, took his wife’s hand, and hurriedly brought the fabric over to Yu Xia: “You’re the housekeeper, Aunt Yu? Please take this silk…”
Watching Zhang Quanzhi’s retreating figure, Long Huan momentarily lost herself and murmured:
“Little Ying’s parents are truly wonderful people.”
“Indeed.” Gu Yingmian replied softly, “Only parents like them could raise such a gentle and determined person like Little Ying.”
“Let’s accept this silk, not only is it Uncle’s goodwill, but it also brings some peace of mind to them.”
Long Huan nodded in agreement.
In the end, Zhang Quanzhi and his wife gifted each woman at the house a piece of silk. Once everything was done, they quietly climbed onto their carriage.
Long Huan had wanted to invite the elderly couple to stay a bit longer, but Zhang Quanzhi shook his head.
“The child has already married and started her own life.”
“We old folks shouldn’t interfere with the youngsters’ space.”
“Besides, this house is too big and luxurious for us; we’re not used to it. It’s more comfortable to go back to our little house where we’ve lived our whole lives.”
“Our daughter and son-in-law must be tired too, let’s not disturb them. We’ll let them sleep a bit more and tell them we’re leaving when they wake up.”
In the end, they declined Long Huan’s offer for a dedicated carriage, and the elderly couple took the same carriage they arrived in, slowly setting off on their way home.
Long Huan continued to see them off until the carriage was a distant blur before returning to the Sang residence, looking a little lost.
Meanwhile, in the Sang residence, the women were all gathered, discussing the silk sent by Zhang Xiaoying’s parents.
“Honestly, this fabric is really nice. I’m tempted to make a new pajama out of it.”
“So soft and comfy… and the colors are lovely.”
“It’s strange; with so much good immortal silk from Floating Splendor Commerce, I never found anything special.” Bai Ming held the silk lovingly, “Why is it that these pieces are so appealing?”
“Perhaps it’s because… this silk carries the love from Little Ying’s parents.” Long Huan said softly.
As Young Master Sang, her parents could easily become some of the most revered people in the world.
But they didn’t.
They didn’t mix even a shred of their own selfishness into their daughter’s feelings and marriage.
They simply wished for their daughter to live happily, offering what little help they could in an ordinary way.
After it was done, they felt no attachment and returned to their peaceful, simple lives.
Perhaps in a certain sense,
Their realm had already surpassed that of most cultivators in this world.
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