CHAPTER 340: CHAPTER 337: DIFFICULT TO PART

Xie Liangchen glanced at Song Xian blocking her path. Ever since she nodded in agreement, Song Xian’s shamelessness had grown day by day.

Xie Liangchen was about to speak to Song Xian when she looked past him and called out, "Papa."

Song’s smile disappeared, and he immediately stood up, turned around with a righteous face.

Behind him was only Chang An, attempting to hide.

Chang An looked at the master in confusion; there was no Old Master Xie. Miss had deliberately deceived the master. This was the first time Chang An had seen such a side of Miss, and his heart was startled. He had just managed to serve the master well, and now he had to deal with Miss?

Chang An looked to his side, wondering where his older brother had gone. In the end, the clever one was his older brother, who ran even faster than him when faced with such a situation.

By the time Song Xian returned to his senses, Xie Liangchen was already walking forward with the medicine.

Song Xian chased after her and said, "You tricked me."

His aggrieved voice lacked any resemblance to that of a Great General.

Xie Liangchen said, "Yes, I tricked you."

She admitted it so directly.

The girl’s calm expression was like a feather gently brushing across his heart.

Song Xian quickened his steps to walk side by side with Xie Liangchen: "My wound isn’t really healed."

Xie Liangchen sighed inwardly, lifted her eyes to meet Song’s gaze, and gently said, "Wouldn’t squatting make it hurt even more?"

Song Xian fixed his eyes on Xie Liangchen, a hint of joy in them. She still cared about him: "Hearing you say that makes it worth being tricked."

Xie Liangchen had thought she was slowly getting used to being close to Song Xian, but she realized that General Song was adept at capitalizing on people’s words.

"Let’s go," Xie Liangchen said, "to your courtyard. I’ll check your injury; it’s time for you to change the dressing."

Everyone in the village knew that Miss Xie had been apprenticed to a celebrated physician and had been treating General Song’s injuries, so it wasn’t surprising to see them walking side by side in the village.

After all, Miss Xie dared to lead villagers from Zhenzhou to the Eight States and stayed back at checkpoints to treat wounded soldiers, naturally differing from ordinary women. The social boundaries between men and women did not apply to her.

Xie Liangchen didn’t ask how the talk between Song Xian and her father went. Her father understood her feelings and naturally wouldn’t make things difficult for Song Xian.

Upon entering the house, Xie Liangchen cleaned Song Xian’s wound, carefully sprinkled powder on it, and wrapped it again with a clean cloth.

Xie Liangchen said, "I will instruct the medical worker to change the dressing again in three days. I made some pig fat ointment and medicinal oil, but we lack the full range of herbs and equipment for processing here, so it’s not as good as before. You can use it for now; even if the efficacy isn’t great, it’s still good for your wound. Don’t miss a day..."

Xie Liangchen had just placed her hand down when it was firmly grasped by Song Xian’s warm hand.

Song Xian gently rubbed Xie Liangchen’s fingertips. These days, she had picked herbs, prepared medicine, and her fingertips were abraded and full of tiny cuts.

Xie Liangchen felt Song Xian lightly knead her fingers, warming her cold fingertips.

Song Xian said, "You’ve had a hard time these days."

Xie Liangchen met his gaze: "Everyone’s the same, things will settle down soon." Her gaze brushed past his open collar.

Xie Liangchen lowered her eyes: "First, put on your clothes properly."

Song obediently replied, but did not let go of Sister Chen’s hand. Feeling Sister Chen exerting strength in her hand, Song obediently complied and covered his collar. After tidying up his robe, he saw the girl’s cheeks slightly reddened in the sunlight.

Song Xian could hardly express his joy; he could watch her like this forever.

Xie Liangchen finally couldn’t help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

Song Xian said: "I heard from the uncle you plan to leave for Zhenzhou in a couple of days. I’ll have to stay in Dai State keeping an eye on Xiao Xingzong, waiting for the court’s decree."

"With this, it will be a long time before we meet again."

Song Xian spoke, pulling Xie Liangchen’s hand again to warm it: "I will ask Chang An to find some warm clothes; it’s getting cold and frosty outside, the journey will be hard. Uncle has a persistent cough; he mustn’t catch cold."

Xie Liangchen wanted to express her gratitude, but in the end, swallowed the word "Thanks" and replied, "Got it."

Song Xian’s lips curved into a smile, feeling that through this ordeal, they had grown closer.

Xie Liangchen heard Song Xian murmur, "I want to go back to Zhenzhou too, to see Grandmother, visit Chen Family Village with you, watching you tally accounts in the east house."

Xie Liangchen felt ripples in her heart, "Not going to look at your documents?"

"I can’t focus on them," Song Xian said, "Actually, it’s always been that way, couldn’t get through a word."

Xie Liangchen seemed to hear her own heartbeat, uncontrollably speeding up. So he had these thoughts early on, yet she was unaware.

Before the room’s temperature rose any higher, Xie Liangchen changed the topic: "Is Cai Rong already escorted to the Capital City?"

Song Xian nodded: "Currently, the military power of Yingzhou and other places is temporarily handed over to Qin Maoxing. Qin Maoxing made timely troop transfers to guard Juma River and achieved great success; most of Cai Family’s troops will remain with Qin Maoxing for reorganization."

Xie Liangchen said: "In the previous life, Qin Maoxing and Su Huaiqing should have both died at Cai Rong’s hands. Now, they took Cai Rong together, which counts as a good outcome."

Indeed, Qin Maoxing and Su Huaiqing were a great help, and Qu Chengmei’s document for Song Xian even praised Su Huaiqing. Some of the medicinal herbs sent to the Eight States were also arranged by Su Huaiqing.

However, Song Xian didn’t show Xie Liangchen that document.

Reflecting on past events, Song Xian was still displeased with Su Huaiqing. Perhaps it would only get better after he married Liangchen.

Nonetheless, Song Xian would not downplay the contributions of Qin Maoxing and Su Huaiqing; he planned to commend them instead, ensuring everything was clear and no one was owed anything.

Song Xian asked: "After returning, Su Huaiqing will visit the uncle, won’t he?"

It turned out that after being silent for a while, Song Xian was thinking about this. Xie Liangchen couldn’t help but laugh: "Yes, he will."

Song Xian thought for a moment: "Did the uncle see Su Huaiqing before?"

Xie Liangchen said: "Yes, he did."

Sure enough, Song Xian’s guess was right. It was because the uncle had met Su Huaiqing that he felt comfortable with the matter.

Xie Liangchen said: "My father won’t make things difficult for Su Huaiqing. Ultimately, the annulment of the engagement between our families had nothing to do with Su Huaiqing. He might even thank him; after all, Su Huaiqing sent me back to Zhenzhou.

Perhaps in the future, there will be some interactions with the Su Family; anyway, since we don’t plan to give him a daughter, there’s no need to have high expectations."

Actually, Xie Liangchen couldn’t quite understand why General Song, despite his broad-mindedness, couldn’t let go of this matter.

Song Xian softly said: "I’m not targeting Su Huaiqing. I’m just afraid the uncle doesn’t like me."

Xie Liangchen didn’t expose him: "Then you have to work harder."

"Certainly," Song Xian smiled more brilliantly, "I’ll be undeniably excellent. Don’t you think so, Sister?"