Volume One, Chapter 12: A Visit to Grand Tutor Feng
“Miss, Miss, you’ve returned!”
Chu Yao was brought back to her senses and looked up to see Uncle Gui approaching with a face full of joy.
“Uncle Gui.”
“Yao’er is back.”
Seeing her grandfather hobbling on one leg yet still happily coming out to greet her, tears welled up in Chu Yao’s eyes.
“Grandfather—”
She felt the guilt of being an unfilial granddaughter.
“Yao’er, why are you crying? Did the Cheng family wrong you? Tell Grandfather, if they dare to bully you, I’ll go fight for your justice!”
“No, Grandfather. Your granddaughter just missed you so much.”
“You silly child, even missing Grandfather makes you cry. Come, let’s get inside quickly.”
Wiping away her tears, Chu Yao helped the old man into the house.
Every brick and tile in the courtyard, every tree and scene, was just as it had always been.
Exactly as she remembered.
Yet for her, a lifetime had passed.
She had even died once.
How fortunate she was to be able to step again into the home she longed for every day and night.
To see her family once more.
The tears she had just hidden came flooding out again.
Inside the second gate, her grandmother, hair streaked with gray, trotted over to welcome her.
“Yao’er is home!”
“Grandmother!”
Chu Yao buried her head in her grandmother’s shoulder, tears streaming down.
Once Chu Yao’s emotions settled, the elderly woman hurriedly pulled her to sit down.
“Yao’er, let Grandmother have a good look at you. You’ve lost weight…”
Chu Xiankun’s joy was so great he became somewhat flustered.
On one side, he hurried to have the servants bring out Miss’s favorite tea and snacks; on the other, he instructed the kitchen to prepare dishes she loved.
“Grandfather, please sit as well.”
“Oh—” Chu Xiankun rubbed his hands together happily and sat down.
No sooner had he settled than he called out, “Go to the academy and fetch Chu Xiang.”
“Second brother’s studies are important; better not disturb him,” someone cautioned.
“Studies are important, but family is more so. Go fetch him at once.”
Chu Yao had two older brothers. The eldest, Chu Fei, was making achievements in the military.
Her second brother, Chu Xiang, lacked the warrior spirit of their ancestors and preferred reading and calligraphy.
He was currently studying at the prestigious Crane View Academy in the capital.
He was a year older than Chu Yao, had passed the autumn provincial examination last year, and had attained the rank of juren, now preparing for the metropolitan exam.
Though the imperial examination of Great Qi assessed individual knowledge, family background and social status carried greater weight.
In past palace exams, most of the top three ranks were occupied by sons of noble families, disciples of the Imperial Academy, or scholars trained by renowned masters in the capital.
Ordinary students rarely made it into the top ranks.
Even if exceptions occurred, they were exceedingly rare.
Great Qi valued civil officials over military; the current government was controlled by civil ministers.
The civil service examination and official appointments were entirely in the hands of the bureaucrats.
Military generals found it difficult to intervene.
Chu Yao recalled that in her former life, the Chu family’s prestige as the War Minister’s household had brought no benefit to her second brother.
He did not place in the top ranks of the metropolitan examination, only earning the same status as a regular jinshi.
Later, he was assigned to serve in a small county in the south.
His official career was arduous.
The glory of the Chu family brought him no advantage.
When the Chu family was framed and suffered calamity, her second brother was implicated and imprisoned.
After her rebirth, Chu Yao had firmly decided never again to waste her efforts on the heartless Cheng Wenyuan.
Instead, she would devote herself wholeheartedly to supporting her natal family.
Only when the Chu family was strong would she have a reliable backing for the future.
Moreover, her family had treated her so well in her previous life.
When she married, they gave her almost all of her late mother’s dowry.
They only hoped the Cheng family would treat her kindly out of respect for the dowry.
Even after she married into the Marquis’s household, her grandfather and brothers repeatedly sent money to support her.
Yet all that money ended up in the hands of those ruthless Cheng family members.
She had felt guilty toward her natal family until her dying day.
Last night, after much contemplation, she finally found a breakthrough to help her second brother rise again.
Soon, hurried footsteps sounded outside.
Chu Yao looked up toward the door and saw her second brother entering, accompanied by a cool breeze.
His moon-white embroidered robe swayed lightly with his steps.
He stood tall and straight like a pine, his gait calm and steady, exuding an elegant and refined aura.
Every step was like a scene, radiating grace.
Chu Xiang smiled as he looked at her.
“Yao’er is home!”
“Second brother.”
The word “second brother” nearly brought tears to Chu Yao’s eyes again.
Finally, she saw him once more.
“Is this still my fierce little sister who could ride and hunt, command weapons and fight? How come after marriage you’ve turned into such a delicate little girl, crying at the slightest thing?”
Chu Xiang had no idea of the flood of emotions Chu Yao was feeling; he simply thought her personality had changed since marriage.
“Second brother, I just… missed you so much.”
“You never used to say you missed me, but now you’re married and crying out for me. What’s wrong? Is the Cheng family treating you badly? If they dare to bully you, I’ll punch Cheng Wenyuan’s head clean off.”
Seeing Chu Xiang clench his fists, Chu Yao smiled through her tears.
“Second brother, you’re a gentle scholar. Can you really throw a punch?”
“Don’t underestimate me. I still have the spirit of a Chu family warrior. I can’t say about others, but I’m more than a match for Cheng Wenyuan. Did he really bully you?”
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