The next day, the sun was warm and the weather was clear. Wen Tian woke up in a titter of whispers. He rubbed his eyes, got up, pushed open the window and looked outside. Under the window was a row of flower pots, and the plants in the pots had sprouted new leaves overnight.
He hadn’t fully relaxed since he’d gotten back, and he’d forgotten about this bizarre ability. He leaned his back against the window and listened to a few exposed plants talking.
“The weather is really nice today.”
“The soil is a bit dry, and my leaves are not smooth anymore.”
Another immature voice complained, “If only we could go to the front garden. We’ve all been in these small pots for years. We can’t even turn around.”
“Yes, yes, this small place is really crowded. I haven’t bloomed well in two years.”
Perhaps because they had just woken up, this group of flowers and plants had a lot of words to say. As far as Wen Tian could observe, most of these plants seemed to be relatively quiet and reserved, with only a minority that liked to talk and chat.
He stretched his back, lazily lying against the window, and said to the plants below, “Then I’ll move you to the front garden.”
“…”
The plants’ lively discussion suddenly quieted down, with only the newly grown leaves swaying gently in the breeze.
Wen Tian smacked his lips. Why was everyone so timid?
He put on his outerwear and called for Dai Fu to come in.
“Young Master, you’re up.” Daifu came in with his toiletries and waited on him to get dressed.
Wen Tian didn’t ask him for help. While dressing himself, he pointed to the plants outside the window and said, “Have someone move the pots of flowers under the window to the garden.”
Dai Fu walked over to take a look, and said strangely, “These are the pots that weren’t growing well, so Uncle Wang put them under the window.”
Wen Tian smiled and said, “If we change their location, maybe they’ll grow better.”
“Okay, I’ll ask Uncle Wang to do it,” As Dai Fu spoke, he approached to look at Wen Tian’s feet. He carefully unwrapped the gauze, only to see that the area where the blister had previously been punctured had already grown pink new flesh over the exposed wound.
“Young Master, this healing medicine is really effective. Your foot is already mostly healed.” Dai Fu exclaimed in surprise.
Wen Tian looked in amazement and found that it had indeed healed. The newly-grown skin was a slightly darker pink color. He moved his toes and tried stepping on the ground, and it didn’t hurt anymore.
“It’s really healed,” Wen Tian reacted belatedly. It seemed that the injuries healed extremely quickly.
He looked at his hand and thought of his strange ability to understand the language of plants. Maybe the speed of his recovery from injury was related to this. After standing up and taking two steps, Wen Tian smiled. In any case, it was a good thing for him.
After getting dressed and washing up, Wen Tian went to the yard.
Chu Xiangtian was sparring in the yard. He was wearing a loose robe with tight cuffs and pants. Every movement of his was full of strength, and as Wen Tian approached, he could even feel the strong evil energy on his body.
He had never seen such a person with a jianghu qi, just like those great heroes who could fly over roofs and walls mentioned in the storybooks.
Without making a sound to disturb, Wen Tian walked sat down in the nearby pavilion, propping his chin to watch his strikes. However, Chu Xiangtian unexpectedly stopped his movements and walked towards him.
“Why did you stop fighting?” He hadn’t watched enough.
Chu Xiangtian walked over to him and leaned down slightly to look at him. “Is your injury healed?”
Wen Tian hadn’t completely reversed his bad impression of him, so he was a bit uncomfortable with his familiarity. Awkwardly, he replied, “It’s fine.”
After saying that, he became curious about the martial arts technique Chu Xiangtian had used just now. “Do you bandits still need to learn how to fight?”
Chu Xiangtian laughed at him and said, “Well, not only do you need to know how to punch, but you also need to go to combat and kill enemies.”
Wen Tian was stunned by what he said, then seeing the smile on his face, felt that he was being teased again. He squinted his eyes at him and said, “Nonsense.”
Chu Xiangtian smiled happily and leaned down close to him, patting his head with his big hand. His tone was vague as he said, “I’ve find that… I really like you more and more.”
Wen Tian: “…”
Wen Tian waved his hand away, and what little goodwill that Wen Tian had just had for him dissipated without a trace. He glared fiercely at Chu Xiangtian and led Dai Fu to the main hall with a fierce aura.
Just as he left, he met the housekeeper. Wen Ji and his servants seemed to be looking for something. When he saw him coming out, he asked, “Has the Young Master seen Master Chu?”
Somewhat puzzled, Wen Tian pointed to the house. “He’s in my courtyard,” he said.
Wen Ji also looked puzzled. “Young Master Chu didn’t rest in the guest house yesterday? The servant said he went out last night and didn’t come back.”
“…” Wen Tian grasped the key point, “Guest house?”
Wen Ji said: “Madame said to arrange for Master Chu to stay temporarily in the guest house for a few days.”
Chu Xiangtian, who had just come out, said to the housekeeper, “Young Master Wen and I had a good conversation last night, so I was left to rest in the east courtyard.”
Wen Tian looked disbelievingly at his shameless nonsense, his face turning red with anger. However, he couldn’t curse or scold in front of servants, that would be indecent. In the end, he could only use glare more piercingly at Chu Xiangtian and leave in anger.
Bastard! Liar!
Chu Xiangtian touched his chin and looked at his angry figure, and thought that he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep in the study tonight.
Before Wen Tian could reach the main hall, a servant came to announce that the Jiao family was visiting.
Wen Tian paused in his footsteps and narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming even more fierce. “Does Mother know?”
“The Madame is already in the main hall.”
Wen Tian nodded and quickened his pace as he walked.
When he arrived, everyone in the Jiao family was already in the main hall. Wen Boli was exchanging pleasantries with the Jiao patriarch, while Fu Youqin remained somber and silent.
Wen Tian straightened his clothes and walked slowly in, smiling, “Has Young Master Jiao’s leg injury healed so quickly?”
Jiao Changxian had an ugly expression, but he came over today to salvage the marriage. He could only act the proper young man, and with a smile on his face, he said, “He’s fine, there’s no need to worry.”
Wen Tian gave him a placid glance and sat down next to Fu Youqin. He covered his mouth with his hand and asked in a voice that was not low, “Mother, what are they doing here again? They’ve already withdrawn from the marriage, they wouldn’t still want to come to our house to beat us up, would they?”
The faces of the Jiao family were colorful, but Wen Tian was whispering to Fu Youqin. They heard it, but they couldn’t get their faces up and have someone hit them again.
The members of the Jiao family could only pretend not to hear, but Wen Boli frowned and said, “Youling, that’s enough.”
Wen Tian pursed his lips and didn’t speak again, but his gaze went over the Jiao family contemptuously.
Jiao Changxian was held in high regard in the Jiao family and even in the entire Lehe town. He had never been subjected to such an insult. He clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead popping out, almost unable to resist flinging his sleeves and leaving.
The Jiao patriarch next to him gave him a warning pat, and Jiao Changxian instantly deflated like an empty ball.
Wen Tian watched with amusement from above. A large part of Jiao Changxian’s thin-skinnedness and lack of righteousness was probably inherited from his parents.
Back then, when the mother and son were pushed to be driven out of their homes, the Fu family’s assets were encroached upon. There was no way to appeal to the government, and they even went to Lehe Town to seek help from the Jiao family, hoping that they would say a few words for justice. Unexpectedly, not only did the Jiao patriarch not show his face, he even mocked them. Later on, it was Jiao Changxian who abandoned his wife and married someone else.
This family, dressed in the skin of a noble literati on the surface, did shameless things behind their backs.
The Jiao family has come to seek peace this time. They have come twice before, but both times they’d been driven aways by Wen Shuyue. This time, when they heard that Wen Tian had been rescued, they pretended to visit, but in reality they still wanted to continue the marriage contract.
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===Author’s Notes===
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-Where does the bandit leader sleep today-
===Translator’s Notes===
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