Lonely Wolf Gong Yuan Zhi
(my journey to you # spin-off)
Part -1
Ten years had passed since the devastating battle with Wu Fone had reshaped the Gong Clan forever. The echoes of clashing swords and cries of fallen warriors still haunted the memories of those who had survived. Among them, the Zhi House, known for their expertise in medicine and herbal lore, bore the deepest scars.
In the aftermath of Wu Fone's attack, the Zhi House, led by Master Zhi, had been at the forefront of trying to heal the wounded and save as many lives as possible. Yet, despite their efforts, only one child had emerged unscathed—a six-year-old boy named Gong Yuan Zhi, the sole survivor of his once-prominent lineage.
As Gong Yuan Zhi grew, he showed remarkable intelligence and a natural affinity for the medicinal arts, traits that hinted at his potential to one day lead the Zhi House back to prominence. However, along with his talents came a stubborn streak and a fiery temper that occasionally clashed with his peers and elders.
Now, at the age of fifteen, Gong Yuan Zhi found himself at the center of yet another storm within the Gong Clan. His recent actions, involving poisoning incidents and confrontations with other clan members, had stirred up old wounds and reopened divisions within the clan.
Sword Master, the esteemed leader of the Gong Clan, faced a dilemma. On one hand, Gong Yuan Zhi was the last hope for the Zhi House, and any punishment too severe could jeopardize the clan's future. On the other hand, his reckless behavior threatened to destabilize the fragile peace that had been painstakingly rebuilt over the past decade.
Sword Master stood in the grand hall of the Gong Clan estate, his expression a mix of concern and frustration as he faced the teenage boy, Gong Yuan Zhi. The atmosphere was tense, weighted by the gravity of recent events that had shaken the clan to its core.
"Gong Yuan Zhi," Sword Master began, his voice steady but tinged with disappointment, "your actions have caused great turmoil within our clan. Your use of poison against your fellow clan members—Gong Lang Jiao, Gong ZiYu, and Gong Zi Sheng—has brought dishonor and danger upon us all."
Gong Shang Jiao stood in solemn silence, his gaze fixed on Gong Yuan Zhi as the tension in the hall thickened with each passing moment. Sword Master awaited his trusted advisor's counsel, knowing Gong Shang Jiao's judgment was tempered by both wisdom and the weight of his responsibilities.
"Sword Master," Gong Shang Jiao finally spoke, his voice measured yet firm, "Gong Yuan Zhi's actions are grievous and cannot be condoned. However, we must also consider the circumstances surrounding him."
Master Sheng's brow furrowed deeply, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Circumstances? He has endangered the lives of our own kin! There can be no leniency for such treachery."
Gong Shang Jiao nodded gravely, acknowledging the severity of the situation. "Indeed, Master Sheng. Gong Yuan Zhi's actions demand accountability. Yet, we must also remember he is the last heir of the Zhi House, burdened with the legacy of his lineage."
The memory of the WuFone battle, which had ravaged the Gong Clan a decade ago, still cast a long shadow over Gong Shang Jiao's heart. He and his younger brother, Gong Lang Jiao, had lost their parents in that merciless conflict. Since then, Gong Shang Jiao had been entrusted with the weighty responsibility of leading the Jiao House, a duty he bore with solemn determination.
As tensions flared within the clan over Gong Yuan Zhi's recent transgressions, Gong Shang Jiao found himself at the crossroads of justice and compassion. Despite the anger and disappointment stirred by Gong Yuan Zhi's actions, Gong Shang Jiao knew that swift retribution would not heal the wounds that ran deep within their clan.
"In my opinion," Gong Shang Jiao spoke, his voice carrying the weight of both authority and empathy, "those who trespassed upon the Zhi House's grounds without permission and Gong Yuan Zhi, who resorted to violence, have acted wrongly. However, we must temper our response with fairness and the desire for reconciliation."
Master Sheng's expression hardened, his frustration evident. "Writing rules a hundred times is hardly sufficient for such offenses. They have endangered the harmony and trust within our clan!"
"The rules of the house have always been copied from a young age, so it's no longer a punishment for him..." Master Sheng's voice boomed, his anger palpable. His words echoed the sentiment that mere repetition of rules would not suffice to atone for the seriousness of Gong Yuan Zhi's transgressions.
Gong Yuan Zhi's response was unexpected—a smirk that danced at the edges of insolence. His laughter, tinged with defiance, cut through the tension in the hall like a sharp blade. It was a challenge to the authority that sought to rein him in, a daring provocation from a young man who felt the weight of his lineage and the power it bestowed upon him.
"Gong Yuan Zhi, what are you laughing at?" Gong Shang Jiao's voice cut in, a reprimand veiled in concern. His frown deepened, his eyes fixed on Gong Yuan Zhi with a mixture of caution and disappointment. Despite their differences, Gong Shang Jiao understood the precarious balance they all walked—a delicate dance between justice and unity within the Gong Clan.
"Do you think you're someone important, and we dare not touch you?" Master Sheng's retort was sharp, his words laced with a warning of consequences. "Don't forget, we still have the Yue family from Back Mountain. We will be fine even if you don't exist."
Gong Shang Jiao's gaze hardened at Master Sheng's words, his resolve steeling against the currents of discord threatening to tear at the fabric of their clan. He knew the weight of their history and the alliances that bound them, but he also recognized the fragility of their unity in the face of internal strife.
Without hesitation, Gong Shang Jiao reached out and grasped Gong Yuan Zhi's right hand firmly. His gaze fell upon the young heir's hand, inspecting it closely. There, clearly visible, was a bleeding wound—a bite mark that spoke of recent conflict.
“You can't take him now; I still have something to confirm,” Gong Shang Jiao declared, his voice calm but unwavering.
Gong Yuan Zhi, initially defiant and smirking at the elders' deliberations, now tensed under Gong Shang Jiao's scrutiny. He attempted to pull his hand away, but Gong Shang Jiao's grip remained firm, refusing to yield.
“Who did it?” Gong Shang Jiao asked, his voice steady as he pressed for answers.
Gong Yuan Zhi hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he relented. "Gong Zi Sheng," he admitted begrudgingly.
Gong Shang Jiao continued to examine Gong Yuan Zhi's hand, noting the severity of the wound and the bruises that marred his wrists. His mind raced, piecing together the sequence of events and the implications for their clan's fragile peace.
“Master Zhi's poison causes muscles to freeze upon contact, so it's understood that Zi Sheng attacked first," Gong Shang Jiao reasoned aloud, his voice a measured analysis. "Judging by the bruises, the other two were involved as well."
“Therefore, before any punishment is meted out," Gong Shang Jiao continued, his tone commanding attention, "Gong Yuan Zhi must receive medical treatment. Then, I propose that he write the rules fifty times in the cell, under strict supervision."
Master Sheng was visibly displeased, but Sword Master, recognizing the wisdom in Gong Shang Jiao's approach, nodded in agreement. His decision was final, and Master Sheng, though still discontent, had no choice but to acquiesce.
The servant's testimony added a poignant layer to the unfolding drama within the Gong Clan. As the hall absorbed the servant's words, a hushed tension settled over the elders. It was clear that the dynamics between Gong Yuan Zhi and his fellow young masters were more complex than initially perceived.
"Our master said not to touch the herbs," the servant began, recounting the events that led to the altercation. "Miss did not listen. When our master threatened to use a hidden poison weapon, suddenly two young masters grabbed each other's hands, and the miss bit it."
The revelation painted a picture of defiance and escalating tension, where warnings were met with defiance and misunderstandings. The mention of Gong Yuan Zhi attempting to use a poisoned weapon was met with disbelief by his peers, who taunted him in response.
"And they laughed at how he could use poison with that hand," the servant continued, describing the mocking laughter that had further fueled the conflict. It was a moment of ridicule that had escalated into a dangerous confrontation.
"At that moment, the master took out his weapon covered with his left hand and shot it," the servant added, detailing the pivotal moment when the situation spiraled out of control. The use of force had been a desperate attempt to assert authority amidst chaos.
"Our master gave them antidotes, but they spat it out, said they didn't believe it, and then passed out," the servant concluded, highlighting the tragic consequences of mistrust and misunderstanding. The refusal of the antidote, born from deep-seated animosity, had exacerbated the conflict, leading to unconsciousness and further escalation.
As the elders processed the servant's testimony, the weight of their decision hung heavy in the air. Sword Master, with his decades of experience, contemplated the implications of the conflict that had roots in childhood loneliness and rejection.
"Sword Master, our little master has been lonely since childhood," the servant continued, shedding light on Gong Yuan Zhi's isolation within the clan. "When he wanted to play with them, they always drove him away."
The revelation of Gong Yuan Zhi's attempts at friendship being rebuffed struck a chord of empathy amidst the elders. It painted a poignant picture of a young man seeking acceptance and connection, only to be met with rejection and cruelty.
"He gave her some beautiful beetles caught from the forest, but they shouted and called him a freak," the servant's voice trembled with emotion, recounting the heart-wrenching rejection faced by Gong Yuan Zhi.
The mention of the lantern festival brought forth a final plea for understanding and compassion. "If it's the lantern festival, he wants to play together," the servant's words hung in the air, After Gong Yuan Zhi's harsh interruption, a heavy silence descended upon the hall.
"I'm the one to blame. I've failed to manage balance in the palace, leading to this trouble," Sword Master acknowledged, his voice carrying the weight of regret. He turned to Gong Shang Jiao, recognizing his steadfast character and moral integrity. "Shang Jiao, you've always been righteous and a good example for the children. I'm asking for your help. Gong Yuan Zhi will listen to you."
Gong Shang Jiao accepted this new role graciously, understanding the significance of Sword Master's trust in him. "Gong Shang Jiao is your guardian starting today," Sword Master declared, his words resonating with authority. "If there's a problem or if there's something unfair, even if you don't want to tell me, you have to tell Shang Jiao."
"I apologize on their behalf for the pain you've caused in the past," Sword Master continued, addressing Gong Yuan Zhi directly. "Now, both sides are wrong and injured, so I won't blame anyone. Instead, if one commits a sin again, this time he must be punished together with the punishment."
His words carried both a call for reconciliation and a warning of consequences, urging all parties to uphold peace and unity within the clan.
Before Gong Yuan Zhi left the hall he glance at Gong Shang Jiao and their eyes locked, Gong Yuan Zhi convey his gaze promptly and bow to the masters, a gesture of acceptance of Sword Master's decision and a commitment to the path forward. With that, he departed, leaving behind a hall filled with contemplation and a newfound resolve to mend the fractures within their clan.
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Gong Yuan Zhi stared in disbelief at Gong Shang Jiao, who stood before him with a flare in hand, offering an unexpected gesture of support. It was the first time anyone had defended him so fiercely, and Yuan Zhi couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions swirling within him.
"This is different from the ones the guards use," Shang Jiao explained calmly, his voice carrying warmth. "If you ever need help, just shoot it up, and I'll be there."
Yuan Zhi hesitated, his mind racing. This act of kindness from Gong Shang Jiao was unexpected, He glanced at the flare, recognizing it as something Gong Lang Jiao, his cousin, often boasted about. It was a symbol of protection and support.
"Master Jiao, don't take this too seriously," Yuan Zhi replied cautiously, his tone laced with lingering defiance. "I didn't mean to disregard Sword Master's words. Thank you for your help today, but you can't just step in as my guardian. If you pay more attention to your brother, I'd appreciate it."
Shang Jiao's expression softened, understanding the layers beneath Yuan Zhi's words. "But I do take this seriously," he insisted firmly. "From now on, I will be involved in everything concerning you. Make sure you take care of yourself. If you neglect it, I'll come to check on you every day."
With that, Shang Jiao set the flare aside and turned to leave, leaving Yuan Zhi to grapple with the unfamiliar swell of emotions in his chest. He watched him walk away, feeling a mix of gratitude, confusion, and a hint of something unfamiliar—perhaps delight.
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As Gong Yuan Zhi drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in the grip of a fever-induced haze, he heard distant voices swirling around him like fragments of a dream. They spoke of him, their words carrying a mixture of admiration and confusion.
"You don't even know that the lord of the house was burning with fever and unconscious. Isn't Gong Yuan Zhi very kind? Why did he still let you all stay at Zhi Gong and serve him?"
The voices sounded muffled and distant, as if they were echoing through layers of fog. Yuan Zhi tried to open his eyes, to make sense of the words that floated around him, but his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains.
Then, he felt a gentle touch on his hand and a cool hand brushing across his forehead. The touch was comforting, familiar yet distant. He tried to speak, to call out and ask who was there, but his voice refused to obey.
"Mom?" The thought crossed his mind, a fleeting hope that defied logic and reason. But his mother... she wasn't here. She couldn't be. The ache of her absence pierced through the fog of his fevered mind, a reminder of a loss that still haunted him.
The hand continued to stroke his forehead soothingly, a gesture that spoke of care. Yuan Zhi's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the comfort offered, confusion over who could be by his side in this moment of vulnerability, and a deep ache for the mother he had lost too soon.
As the fever ebbed and flowed, Yuan Zhi drifted deeper into the recesses of his mind. The voices faded into a distant hum, and the touch on his hand and forehead became the only anchor in the swirling chaos of his thoughts.
Outside the realm of his fevered consciousness, Gong Shang Jiao kept a silent vigil by Yuan Zhi's bedside, his hand resting gently on Yuan Zhi's feverish brow, and it had stirred something protective within him.
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Gong Shang Jiao's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet halls of Zhi Gong .
"Where is Yuan Zhi?" Shang Jiao inquired quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he passed by the servants who attended to the estate. None could offer a definitive answer, their uncertainty adding to Shang Jiao's growing concern.
One servant ventured cautiously, "I believe he was seen earlier heading towards the reading room, Master Jiao."
Following the lead, Shang Jiao walks towards the reading room, his footsteps quickening with each passing moment. The soft glow of candlelight spilled from under the door, casting flickering shadows on the corridor floor. He pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.
There, illuminated by the gentle light, lay Gong Yuan Zhi, sprawled face-down across the desk. Shang Jiao worries at the sight of Yuan Zhi in such a vulnerable state.
"Yuan Zhi, you should be in bed," Shang Jiao murmured softly, his concern evident in his voice as he approached cautiously.
There was no response. Yuan Zhi remained unmoving, his body unnaturally still. Gong Shang Jiao reached out to touch Yuan Zhi's shoulder, gently turning him over.
The sight that met his eyes sent a chill down Shang Jiao's spine. Yuan Zhi's face was flushed with fever, his skin hot to the touch. His hand lay limp and injured.
Fear gave way to urgent action as Shang Jiao checked Yuan Zhi's pulse, "Yuan Zhi!" he called out, his voice tinged with panic as he realized Yuan Zhi had lost consciousness.
Without hesitation, Shang Jiao gathered Yuan Zhi into his arms, cradling him carefully as he hurried towards the bedroom. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts—how long had Yuan Zhi been like this? Why hadn't he sought help sooner?
Laying Yuan Zhi gently on the bed, Shang Jiao summoned the household physician urgently. As the physician arrived and began to tend to Yuan Zhi's injuries and fever, Shang Jiao hovered anxiously nearby, his emotions in turmoil.
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Gong Shang Jiao sat beside his younger brother, Gong Yuan Zhi, who lay restless in his fevered sleep. The candlelight cast a soft glow across the room.
"Mom~" Yuan Zhi whimpered softly, his brow furrowing with discomfort.
Gently, Shang Jiao reached out and took Yuan Zhi's hand in his own, offering a reassuring presence. To his surprise, Yuan Zhi grasped his hand tightly, fingers clinging as if afraid of letting go.
"Yuan Zhi, it's okay," Shang Jiao murmured soothingly, his voice a calming presence in the dimly lit room. "Nothing happened. Just sleep for a while, and everything will be fine when you wake up again."
Feeling the tension in Yuan Zhi's grip ease slightly, Shang Jiao continued to stroke Yuan Zhi's forehead with gentle, rhythmic motions. Yuan Zhi nuzzled into his touch, finding comfort in the familiar presence leaving Yuan Zhi's features relaxed in peaceful slumber.
In those quiet hours of the night, as Yuan Zhi slept soundly under Shang Jiao's watchful gaze, as he drifted into a more peaceful sleep, his hand still clasped in Shang Jiao's.
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"Master, you should rest too," Jin Fu urged quietly, casting a worried glance at Shang Jiao, who had not left Gong Yuan Zhi's bedside throughout the long night.
Shang Jiao's gaze shifted to Physician Jia, his voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion. "Why isn't his fever going down? Are you sure you're treating him properly? If you can't handle this, should I call for Master Yue?"
Physician Jia hesitated, adjusting his spectacles nervously. "I believe it's because Master Zhi has been rejecting the medicine," he admitted reluctantly. "He has vomited and refused most of what I've tried to administer."
Shang Jiao's brow furrowed in concern as he glanced at Yuan Zhi, who lay pale and shivering. His heart ached at the sight of younger one suffering.
"Then find another way," Shang Jiao instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Prepare a tonic. Help me to get him to sit up."
With a resigned sigh, Shang Jiao took the bowl of tonic from Physician Jia, his patience wearing thin with the feeling of helplessness gnawing at him.
"Yuan Zhi, please," Shang Jiao implored gently as he held the bowl out to his brother. "Drink this medicine. Don't torture yourself like this. Be good."
Yuan Zhi stirred at the sound of Shang Jiao's voice, slowly opening his eyes. His face was drained of color, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he struggled against the nausea that the medicine brought.
"Master Jiao... it smells... it makes me nauseous," Yuan Zhi murmured weakly, his voice barely audible.
Shang Jiao's heart clenched at the sight of Yuan Zhi's suffering. Setting down the bowl, he moved to help his brother sit up more comfortably, his touch gentle yet firm.
"But you need to drink it," Shang Jiao persisted, his voice a blend of firmness and concern. He knew Yuan Zhi needed the medicine to recover, yet he also understood the difficulty Yuan Zhi faced in accepting it.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Yuan Zhi made a decision. He motioned for the physician and quietly instructed him to prepare a different remedy, his voice weak but resolute.
"Master Jiao, please... go and rest," Yuan Zhi managed to say, his gaze flickering with gratitude and discomfort. "I'll drink the potion once it's ready."
Reluctantly, Shang Jiao nodded, accepting the tea that Jin Fu offered him. He sipped it slowly, his thoughts consumed by concern for Yuan Zhi. The younger brother, unaccustomed to such care and kindness, felt a mixture of unease and gratitude wash over him. It was a vulnerability he wasn't used to showing, yet one that revealed the depth of their bond and Shang Jiao's unwavering dedication to his well-being.
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"Yuan Zhi… Yuan Zhi got up for a while, took the medicine, then went back to sleep." Knowing that he would fall back asleep before he had to take the medicine. So, I deliberately waited and it turned out to be right.
I noticed that the medicine they made according to Yuan Zhi's instructions did not smell as bad as before. This boy really deserves the title that a truly rare genius has appeared in the Gong Clan.
In the following days, to apply medicine to the wound and to take the tonic regularly, a man named Green Jade Guard Jin Fu, who had a hard-to-nail face and was paralyzed, came and followed him all the way until he finished his task. He can't beat him because he is Master Jiao's guard.
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Gong Shang Jiao could smell blood and hear the faint sound of bells in the distance. His steps quickened as he moved toward the source.
They had received reports of intruders in Zhi Gong, with a failed assassination attempt on Gong Yuan Zhi. However, Yuan Zhi's skill extended beyond medicine; he had managed to take down three of the assailants, leaving one alive for interrogation.
As Shang Jiao approached, he overheard a mocking voice. "Do they send a kid to interrogate me? I thought the Gong Clan was better than this."
Gong Yuan Zhi smirked at the man's words. "Don't forget, I killed all your partners like insects. Now I know one thing: you're not WuFone; you're not from any gang; you're just a lowly thief."
The man glared at Yuan Zhi, but the defiance in his eyes wavered. Yuan Zhi's confidence and sharp intellect had already begun to break his resolve.
"You're not worth keeping alive. Here..." Yuan Zhi said, carrying a tray of liquor with a mischievous smile.
"Is that poison? I'm not going to drink," the man retorted, shutting his mouth tightly. Yuan Zhi chuckled at his prey's futile effort.
"If you don't want to, you don't need to. I have another option for you." He poured the drink over the man, who immediately felt a burning sensation on his skin, even though it was completely harmless.
"I'll tell! I'll tell you who sent me! Please, please," the man pleaded, his voice full of desperation.
Yuan Zhi's grin widened. "Never mind, I don't want to know; I just want to play with you. These are my new outcomes; you should feel honored." He poured another cup on the man, who let out a long, loud, piercing cry before losing consciousness. Yuan Zhi looked pleased with the result.
Yuan Zhi's smile vanished when he saw Gong Shang Jiao. He looked anxious, as if he had done something wrong. Gong Shang Jiao walked over, checked his pulse, and asked, "Did you get hurt?"
"I'm not that easy, Master Jiao," Yuan Zhi scoffed, though his bravado seemed slightly forced.
"I can see that; good job. Then continue your work. I'll be going." Gong Shang Jiao turned around and started to leave.
"Already?" Yuan Zhi was confused; he had expected Gong Shang Jiao to scold him for torturing the man and not reporting, like the other masters would have. But he just left. Why is he here?
"Do you want me to stay?" Gong Shang Jiao questioned with a slightly teasing tone.
"No, it's not what I mean. I... I was...?" Yuan Zhi stammered, his usual confidence faltering.
"I'm here to make sure you're unharmed, not to interfere with your business. If Master Zhi has spare time, I can stay for a cup of tea," Gong Shang Jiao replied coolly.
Yuan Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose I do have some spare time. A cup of tea sounds... nice."
Yuan Zhi smiled delicately and gave the guards an order, "Make sure he won’t talk around about the Gong Clan."
The guards nodded and took the order, glancing at their young master with a mix of respect and amusement. As Yuan Zhi walked out with Master Jiao, the guards exchanged knowing smiles.
"Our master must be in a good mood today," one guard whispered to another. "Otherwise, this man would be dead meat."
Walking alongside Gong Shang Jiao, Yuan Zhi felt an unusual lightness in his step.
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A few month later, the servants from Zhi Gong requested to see Gong Shang Jiao. “What's the matter?” Gong Shang Jiao asked the three standing in front of him. If there was any problem with Zhi Gong, I was told them to come find me, but I thought that Gong Yuan Zhi would never come, but after months, he sent someone.
"Master Jiao, Young Master Zhi hasn't come back to the house for 3 days now. He went up to the mountain at night the other day and didn't come back until this morning." The man who came in said that like he was having a hard time.
"Before, he only slept on the mountain for one night. That's really rare. He's never been there all day and night like this before," Zhi's Gong housekeeper answered respectfully.
"Gong Yuan Zhi has gone missing; what does this have to do with my brother Shang Jiao? You need to inform the sword master immediately… And why does Yuan Zhi always find trouble? Four years ago, he fell into a well while chasing bugs and was rescued three days later. Then there was the incident with the poison test, where he was found unconscious in the basement two days after that. Now, he must be causing some kind of trouble again."
Gong Lang Jiao, reluctantly granted permission by his brother to venture out, couldn't help but reveal Yuan Zhi's mischievous nature. It was a testament to Yuan Zhi's adventurous spirit, often leading him into precarious situations that kept everyone on their toes.
"Of course, because of the incident, it's not an important matter, so we don't want to disturb the sword master, so I'm asking Master Jiao for help." The physician-leader answered attentively.
"Why shouldn't it matter? Gong Yuan Zhi is the only successor of the Zhi House. His poison skills are outstanding. In terms of medicine, he is not inferior to the Yue Clan in the Southwest. I heard that he is well-versed in martial arts. A child like Gong Yuan Zhi, who has high abilities at a young age, is a family's treasure. Why shouldn't he be important to you?" Gong Shang Jiao looked at Gong Lang Jiao and said, Gong Lang Jiao realized the situation and began to walk away with a disapproving look.
"Jin Fu, gather all the guards and go up the mountain right now to look for Gong Yuan Zhi." After Jin Fu accepted the order and left, Gong Shang Jiao remembered a certain thing: "He might be injured, so please bring the medicine you think he needs." Gong Shang Jiao's doctors were started working as ordered.
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"Young Master," "Master Zhi," "Master Gong Yuan Zhi," and "Master Yuan Zhi"
The entire mountain was being scoured by all four houses, each employing their full manpower. Before long, calls echoed from all sides, confirming that their respective areas had been thoroughly searched. The groups converged quickly towards the source of the commotion. At the bottom of the mountain, lying motionless, was Gong Yuan Zhi.
Gong Shang Jiao took immediate command of the situation, directing the medical team to prepare while he himself, with rope in hand, hurriedly descended the steep slope. Securing the rope firmly, he rappelled down with practiced ease. Upon reaching the bottom, he knelt beside Gong Yuan Zhi, swiftly checking for a pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint, yet unmistakable, rhythm of life beneath his fingers.
Gong Shang Jiao's hands moved deftly, inspecting Yuan Zhi for injuries. Apart from the expected bruises and scrapes from the fall, there were no signs of grave harm. It was evident that Yuan Zhi had managed to protect himself to some extent during the descent. With careful movements, Shang Jiao began administering first aid, his focus unwavering despite the chaos around him.
Scattered around Gong Yuan Zhi were various medicinal herbs, suggesting he had slipped while attempting to harvest one growing on the treacherous mountain wall. As Gong Shang Jiao took in the scene, his eyes were drawn to something clenched in Yuan Zhi's hand. It was the flare Shang Jiao had given him, now broken in half.
A wave of sorrow and regret washed over Shang Jiao. In Yuan Zhi's moment of need, it was he who had come to mind. "I’m here, Yuan Zhi," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry I was late."
He cradled the unconscious Yuan Zhi gently, his protective embrace shielding him from further harm. As the medical team arrived and began their work, Shang Jiao stayed close, his heart heavy but resolute. "You’re safe now," he murmured, determined to ensure that no harm would come to Yuan Zhi again.
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Although there were no major external injuries, Gong Yuan Zhi had been unconscious for more than a day in the snow forest. The prolonged exposure had caused him to develop hyperpyrexia, rendering him unconscious for days.
Gong Shang Jiao, filled with a mix of worry and determination, never left Yuan Zhi's side. He constantly monitored his condition, ensuring that every possible measure was taken to reduce the fever. The medical team worked tirelessly, using a combination of traditional herbs and modern techniques to stabilize Yuan Zhi's temperature and support his recovery.
When Yuan Zhi regained consciousness on the fifth day after the incident, he opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Glancing to the side, he saw Gong Shang Jiao holding his hand, transferring his inner strength to him. Confusion and curiosity swirled in Yuan Zhi's mind.
"Are you still hurt?" Gong Shang Jiao asked, but received no response.
"Are you hungry?" Yuan Zhi didn't answer.
"Do you want a drink of water?" Yuan Zhi just blinked.
"Do you like porridge with chicken?" Yuan Zhi seemed startled by the questions.
"If not, what do you want to eat?" Gong Shang Jiao continued, but Yuan Zhi remained silent.
Finally, Gong Shang Jiao asked, "Why? Do you feel unwell?" As he reached to check Yuan Zhi's forehead, Yuan Zhi instinctively moved back.
"Where am I?" Yuan Zhi asked, speaking for the first time.
"This is Jiao Gong. You have been very sick for the past few days, so I moved you here since I was worried," Gong Shang Jiao explained.
"From now on, this is your room, and you can come here whenever you are bored at Zhi Gong. Maybe I can teach you martial arts and other knowledge."
Yuan Zhi blinked, processing the information. "You… moved me here?"
Gong Shang Jiao nodded. "Yes. I wanted to make sure you were safe and well cared for. You need rest and proper attention to recover fully."
Yuan Zhi's guard lowered slightly. "Thank you," he said softly, the words carrying a weight of gratitude and vulnerability.
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cough** cough**
Upon hearing the sound of coughing, Gong Shang Jiao quickened his pace. He entered Yuan Zhi's room and found him trembling, surrounded by physicians scurrying around. Scattered items on the floor caught his eye.
"Did he get up and fall down?" Gong Shang Jiao's voice was cold and full of rage, sending a chill through the room. The physicians didn't dare to breathe. "And you didn't notice and found out later. Am I right?" All the servants fell to their knees, begging for their lives.
Just as Gong Shang Jiao was about to explode with anger, he heard a soft whimper from Yuan Zhi. He rushed to his side, reaching out to grasp his cold hand. "Gong Yuan Zhi will now be transferred to Jiao Gong," he commanded with icy resolve. "After that, all of Yuan Zhi's personal attendants will be sent home."
His voice, cold and hard, echoed through the room, leaving no room for dissent. The entire Zhi Gong staff was overwhelmed by the authority and intensity of Gong Shang Jiao's command.
As Yuan Zhi was carefully prepared for transfer, Gong Shang Jiao stayed by his side, his anger giving way to concern and protectiveness. "You're safe now," he whispered to Yuan Zhi, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't let this happen again."
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Gong Yuan Zhi decided to take a look around Jiao Gong for the first time and went out. Not far away, the servants were gathering and talking, so I decided to lean in and listen. One of Yuan Zhi's hobbies is listening to gossip. Although, everything they say is right or wrong; it can kill the time in this boring place, so I listen.
"Hey, is it really?" "It's really cool." "All the guards on that side of the garden didn't even know that Master Zhi had fallen, so they were made to soak in that well for three days."The guards from the basement were also kept in the basement for 3 days without food or water."
"And it was said that if all those people were unconscious, the day would be extended." "Last week, the guards on duty at the foot of the mountain had to take off their clothes and kneel in the snow forest for a day and a night.""
"Hey, Mr. Lang also got warned by Master Jiao; if you go and disturb Gong Yuan Zhi, you will be punished; the young master was angry."
"Is that pitied?" "Can it be? The rest of the masters and mistresses are playing together, but he can't." "And our master must have felt sorry for Master Zhi."
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Returning to Zhi Gong, he saw some new servant and fearful looks from all of them. When I asked to do something, the pictures of them doing things more quickly and nimbly than before seem like they are afraid of doing something wrong. What's going on with them?
In the evening, Gong Shang Jiao came to Zhi Gong again. When they saw Gong Shang Jiao, Zhi Gong's servants bowed in awe. Right now, word spread throughout the Gong Clan that Gong Shang Jiao was severely punishing anyone who harmed Gong Yuan Zhi.
"Why didn't you tell me when you went back?" Gong Yuan Zhi didn't answer Gong Sang Jiao's question, but he poured the tea first.
"Does Master Jiao take too much of Sword Master's words, or is it because you see me as a pity for being different with everyone? I don't know what the main reason is, but there is no need, so Master Jiao can stop like this. I promise that I will not cause any problems as much as possible with the good will of Sword Master and Master Jiao. Now that I've made my point clear, I think Master Jiao will understand." Gong Yuan Zhi said it as politely as possible. But what did Gong Shang Jiao, who suddenly smiled coldly, mean?
"Jin Fu, Investigate who they are and give each one 20 canings," Gong Shang Jiao thought was corrected. It's like he must hearing gossip among the servants. Gong Shag Jiao, who was slowly sipping tea, saw Gong Yuan Zhi, who was confused by Gong Shang Jiao's sudden order.
"Sometimes there are times when you have to show what a master is. Yuan Zhi, you may be young, but you are Zhi Gong's master. Including one of the four house masters. Some things exceed your tolerance, rather than reacting. You have to prevent it before it gets too far. Only your side is right. No matter who the other person is, you have to be able to fight for yourself." Yuan Zhi half understood Gong Shang Jiao's words in a calm voice.
"It's fine; you don't understand everything, so I will teach you to understand little by little. For now, take care of yourself first. If I come back from outside the palace this time, I will teach you everything you want to know." The younger one seems more amenable.
"About the servants are you not gonna asked the reason. If there's someone you want to bring back, name them and I'll bring them back." but he smiled and shook his head.
"I have no objection to doing what Master Jiao thinks is good. Thank you for taking care of such details." The boy said with a fake smile on his face, but he didn't hide it on purpose. Gong Shang Jiao thought that was adorable.
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In the morning, when Gong Shang Jiao was going to go out according to the assignment given by the elders, he saw not only the regular medicine sent by the Zhi house but also some medicine and hidden weapons specially added for Gong Shang Jiao, so Gong Shang Jiao smiled. Finally, Gong Yuan Zhi, a wolf cub who pretended to be stubborn and tough, was successfully lured by him.
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Yuan Zhi heard that Gong Shang Jiao had returned, but he never expected to receive gifts from him. In the past, valuable items were usually sent to the entire house, but this time, they were specially packaged and addressed to Yuan Zhi.
He unwrapped the gifts with curiosity, finding medical and martial arts books among them. Beneath the books, a small box caught his eye. Inside, there was a small bell accompanied by a note:
"These can make more noise."
Yuan Zhi touched the old bell in his hair, a grin spreading from ear to ear. The gesture was thoughtful and personal, something that truly touched him.
Meanwhile, Gong Shang Jiao inquired of Jin Fu, "Did he like my gift?"
"Yes, master. Master Zhi was smiling radiantly," Jin Fu replied.
Gong Shang Jiao felt a warmth spread through him at the thought. He had hoped to bring some joy to Yuan Zhi, and knowing he succeeded made him eager to see that smile in person.
"Ge ....." Gong Shang Jiao saw his brother Gong Lang Jiao waving at him at the front of Yu Gong study room, looks like they just finish their class. Then he saw Gong Yuan Zhi who walk behind his brother, who looked annoyed and walk fast.
"Yuan Zhi DiDi ! call me Jie Jie" "Me too call me Ge Ge" Gong Zi Sheng and Gong Zi Yu follower after Gong Yuan Zhi and tease him, they didn't aware of all the master are watching them from front of the main hall.
Yuan Zhi neglect them and quicken his footsteps.
"Gong Yuan Zhi are you deaf?" Gong Zi Sheng grab his book and Yuan Zhi pull back, between two forces the book torn apart.
"Ayyy I didn't do that, you're the one who pulling hard. You all see that right?" Gong Zi Sheng asked for back up and look around, then she saw her angry father with other masters.
"Oh! our Yuan Zhi DiDi what do we do? Jie did you give him one more book. I'm so jealous." Gong Zi Yu was make a joke of Yuan Zhi's book.
"I'm sorry Yuan Zhi DiDi, here I pick it up for you." Gong Zi Shang who saw the houses masters change her attitude and try to warn Gong Zi Yu. Gong Lang Jiao who saw the masters from the start, so he act like he's not with them. Yuan Zhi was trembling with anger and throw away the other half of the book and stomp away.
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Next morning, stone face Jin Fu deliver two books to Gong Yuan Zhi.
"What is this?" Yuan Zhi saw two book one is his old book that already fixed, another one is new book but someone copy all the note from his old book.
"Master said you can use any book you like" Jin Fu reply respectfully
"Who wrote these note? Is that you Guard Jin" Yuan Zhi know Gong Lang Jiao handwriting it's not him.
"No master Zhi, I can't write like this kind of high literature. These are written by master Jiao himself by whole night." Yuan Zhi feeling blue. His eyes are blur so, he turn away quickly and wave Jin Fu to dismiss.
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Jin Fu arrives with a dead face and reports that Master Zhi has invited him to dinner. Gong Yuan Zhi suddenly didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go empty-handed, so I made a potion to go.
When Yuan Zhi arrived at Jiao Gong, he was relieved to have dinner with Gong Shang Jiao alone. All the way, if only Gong Lang Jiao was there, he was worried about how to stay out of trouble.
Gong Lang Jiao is 21 ( 5 years older than Yuan Zhi) and 2 years older than Gong Zi Yu, so the three of them can be said to be the same age, but Gong Yuan Zhi is often dismissed as younger, and they only play with Gong Zi Sheng, who is 10 years older than them.
"If you eat quickly, you will have indigestion," he warned Gong Yuan Zhi, who was quickly eating his meal without saying a word, bowing his head.
Gong Yuan Zhi was surprised by Gong Shang Jiao's words, "Do you like that I prepared the dishes that you like?" How did he know that I don't even know what dishes I like?
"The time you were sick, I asked them to remember what you ate and didn't eat when you were at Jiao Gong," replied Gong Shang Jiao, as if he knew what Gong Yuan Zhi was thinking.
"Is your book ok?" Gong Shang Jiao asked with curiously Jin Fu said Master Zhi reaction was misty, he thought Yuan Zhi was sad. Why?
"Yes Master Jiao, you really don't need to do this for me. I'm so thankful." he shrinking his shoulder
"Jin Fu said you're not very happy with the books." Gong Shang Jiao poke him
"No, it's not like that. I I'm just don't know how to respond. When someone else came and took care of me for first time, so I'm not sure how I'm going to pay it back. The previous memories are so long gone that they are no longer useful. I apologize for offending Master Jiao's goodwill." Yuan Zhi, who was nervously rubbing his hand with one hand while keeping his head down.
Gong Shang Jiao held his hand, which was red from being rubbed "Yuan Zhi, you don't need to pay anything back. You don't need to feel like a burden. We are brothers."
Gong Shang Jiao saw Yuan Zhi's eyes are red and watery like he was holding so hard not to cry. Now, Gong Shang Jiao get it maybe this expression Jin Fu saw yesterday. The adolescent who try to hide his emotion.
"What do you want, or do you want to do something? What do you want to do?" Gong Shang Jiao suddenly asked while drinking tea.
"I don't want anything; I don't want to do anything," Gong Yuan Zhi replied swiftly, but he got a strange look from Gong Shang Jiao.
"How can such a young child not want to do anything? Think about it carefully." Gong Shang Jiao, don't give up.
"I'm sorry, Master Jiao, but I have nothing,” Yuan Zhi said hesitantly.
"Anyway, it's your birthday today, so I wanted to fulfill a wish. That's why I came back as early as possible on the trip this time. It's almost the birthday, but the owner of the birthday isn't as enthusiastic as I am.“ Yuan Zhi was surprised by Gong Shang Jiao's words: Is it my birthday today?
Gong Shang Jiao gazed at Yuan Zhi with a newfound understanding. The realization dawned on him that Yuan Zhi seemed to light up at the mention of his own birthday—a detail that had taken a decade for Shang Jiao to learn.
Over the years, he had only heard bits and pieces about Yuan Zhi, often through reports of conflicts with Lang DiDi, but circumstances had prevented him from truly getting to know the boy.
Reflecting on what he had heard from Lang Jiao and others, Shang Jiao had formed a biased view of Yuan Zhi as a troublesome youth. However, now he saw beyond the surface.
Yuan Zhi carried himself with humility, lacked self-assurance, and hid his insecurities behind a facade of aggression and defiance.
<If only I had met this child earlier,> Shang Jiao thought to himself, a pang of regret piercing his heart. He realized that Yuan Zhi's tough exterior was a shield, a defense mechanism born out of fear and uncertainty.
"Gong Yuan Zhi, since your name is Gong, you're also my little brother," Shang Jiao said softly, his voice carrying a mix of apology and warmth.
"Master Jiao, I have something on my mind." Yuan Zhi seemed to be debating whether or not to continue.
"Go on, tell me. By the way, you still want to call me Master Jiao, not Ge?" Yuan Zhi was confused by Gong Shang Jiao's question, "What if Lang Jiao doesn't like it?" in a low voice carefully said.
"Since when did you start caring about Lang Jiao? Except for the unnecessary quarrels, you don't need to care about his likes and dislikes. So go ahead and say what you want." Gong Shang Jiao's clear words made him happy.
"I..." Gong Yuan Zhi faltered, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his throat. This morning, he had been testing a new type of poison. The antidote required taking medicine every four hours, but amidst the distractions of the day, he had forgotten to bring the medicine bottle with him when he came to dine.
"Yuan Zhi..." Gong Shang Jiao's voice cut through the air, tinged with concern as he detected the scent of blood.
"Master Jiao, I just remembered that I have something to attend to at Zhi Gong, so I should head back. Thank you for today," Yuan Zhi interrupted, his appearance betraying a hint of discomfort. He forced down the blood that threatened to rise again, bidding farewell hastily before quickly departing.
"Wait, stop right there," Gong Shang Jiao commanded urgently as Gong Yuan Zhi hurried towards the door. The smell of blood grew stronger the closer Shang Jiao approached.
"Are you hurt?" Shang Jiao asked with concern etched on his face. Gong Yuan Zhi shook his head, clearly wanting to leave quickly.
But before he could protest further, a cough wracked Yuan Zhi's body, causing blood to spill from his mouth. He staggered and began to lose his balance, only to be caught by Gong Shang Jiao just in time.
Shang Jiao supported Yuan Zhi, steadying him with a firm grip. "Easy now," he said softly, his voice filled with worry. "Let's get you seated."
Gong Shang Jiao guided Yuan Zhi back to a chair, carefully easing him into a comfortable position. He fetched a cloth to gently dab at the blood on Yuan Zhi's lips, his mind racing with concern for his young brother.
Gong Shang Jiao desperately wanted to give Yuan Zhi an emergency pill, a remedy developed by Yuan Zhi himself capable of countering a wide range of poisons. However, Yuan Zhi refused, knowing that his experimental work was not yet complete. Taking the emergency pill prematurely would jeopardize all his efforts.
As Yuan Zhi grew weaker and on the verge of losing consciousness, Shang Jiao's concern deepened. Ignoring Yuan Zhi's protests, Shang Jiao gently but firmly attempted to feed him the pill.
"Yuan Zhi, you have to take this," Shang Jiao urged, his voice laced with urgency and determination. "It's the only way to help you right now."
Yuan Zhi weakly resisted, but Shang Jiao persisted, knowing that every moment counted.
"Ge… My wish is this. I spent… more than 2 months on this, and I got it. Ge, please… Zhi Gong."
Gong Yuan Zhi's voice faltered as he called Gong Shang Jiao "Ge Ge," a term of endearment for elder brother, before slipping unconscious. Gong Shang Jiao swiftly lifted him into his arms.
"Jin Fu, quickly assist him. We're going to Zhi Gong," Shang Jiao commanded urgently.
Jin Fu, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, hurried to obey. He had always known Gong Shang Jiao to be a reasonable and composed person. Now, seeing him so concerned and affectionate towards Yuan Zhi, even allowing the familiar term "Ge Ge," Jin Fu wondered if Shang Jiao had softened towards Gong Yuan Zhi.
Together, they rushed back to Zhi Gong, Shang Jiao's heart heavy with worry yet determined to ensure Yuan Zhi received the care he desperately needed. His mind raced with thoughts of Yuan Zhi's dedication and the wish he had expressed before losing consciousness.
Gong Yuan Zhi subconsciously clasped Gong Shang Jiao's arm tightly, his body wracked with pain as he continued to vomit blood and whimper in agony. Gong Shang Jiao, despite his own distress, tried to soothe Yuan Zhi, gently stroking his hair and murmuring comforting words.
At the same time, his voice rang out across the room, commanding the physicians urgently, "Quick, bring the antidote! Call all the physicians!"
Gong Shang Jiao's usual calm demeanor was overshadowed by deep concern and worry. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this overwhelmed with fear for someone else's well-being. Seeing Yuan Zhi in such agony tore at his heart, fueling his determination to do everything in his power to save him.
The physicians hurried to comply with Shang Jiao's orders, rushing to fetch the antidote and mobilizing their efforts to stabilize Yuan Zhi. Despite the chaos and urgency of the situation, Shang Jiao remained by Yuan Zhi's side, offering unwavering support and comfort, praying silently for Yuan Zhi's recovery.
Gong Shang Jiao looked on with distress at the boy, Gong Yuan Zhi, who moaned softly in his sleep. The physicians from Zhi Gong had testified that Yuan Zhi often subjected himself to tests involving poisons.
They recounted instances where even the antidotes failed, leaving Yuan Zhi unable to speak for extended periods—sometimes up to a week. The mere thought of this scenario gave Gong Shang Jiao a headache.
As he watched Yuan Zhi's restless sleep, Shang Jiao felt a mixture of admiration for Yuan Zhi's dedication to his craft and deep concern for his well-being. Yuan Zhi's relentless pursuit of knowledge and innovation in antidotes was commendable, but it came with significant risks.
Yuan Zhi woke up the next day around noon and found Gong Shang Jiao sitting beside his bed, conversing quietly with Jin Fu. Sensing Yuan Zhi's awakening, Shang Jiao turned to look at him with a mix of concern and exasperation.
"Why are you so daring?" Shang Jiao remarked with a hint of frustration. He moved closer to Yuan Zhi and asked, "How is your body?"
"I'm fine, Master Jiao," Yuan Zhi replied with a smile. "I think you're busy; you don't need to stay by my side."
"But you won't let me go," Shang Jiao responded, gently raising his hand to touch Yuan Zhi's, which had been holding the hem of his robe. Yuan Zhi hesitated for a moment before quickly withdrawing his hand.
"I'm sorry for bothering you," Yuan Zhi muttered, embarrassed, his ears and neck turning red.
Gong Shang Jiao contemplated scolding Yuan Zhi for his reckless behavior, but seeing him looking so fragile and weak softened his resolve. He sighed inwardly, realizing that scolding wouldn't be productive at this moment.
Instead, he spoke softly, "Rest well and recover fully. You shouldn't test yourself like this again."
Yuan Zhi nodded sheepishly, grateful for Shang Jiao's understanding despite his own foolishness. As Shang Jiao resumed his conversation with Jin Fu, Yuan Zhi closed his eyes, feeling reassured by the presence of his elder brother figure at his side.
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According to the doctor's words, Gong Yuan Zhi's situation is safe, so he can go back.
"mom .... mom ... please ... don't ... mom .. " Gong Shang Jiao grabbed Yuan Zhi's hand, who was grasping something, and gently rubbed it, then put it back under the blanket. But the cold hand that tightly gripped the hem of the robe didn't take off, his heart soften, so he gave up on going back and accompany the whimper kid. I am the one who can't leave.
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Gong Shang Jiao arrived at Zhi Gong, where a series of lanterns were lit. I heard Gong Yuan Zhi's conversation near the bedroom, so I stopped and listened.
"Master Jiao's gift can really make more sound," said the girl, who was helping Gong Yuan Zhi to get dressed.
"The ones that my mother made a long time ago don't make much noise anymore. I don't think they can be repaired anymore. I'll have to keep them anyway," Yuan Zhi said sadly, looking at the small bell on the bench.
"These are still good. Madam made them when you was still young, so they were a little smaller. Look Master, there are leaves and other shapes in the one that Master Jiao gave you" Yuan Zhi,was distracted by the servant and smiling again as he looked at the new ornaments.
"Don't go all the way, I'll look like a fool," he said while avoiding the servant's quick hands.
"My lord is lovely, whoever dares to say something bad, I will beat him up," Yuan Zhi was dumbfounded by the swift servant's words.
Yuan Zhi said with a challenging tone, "You can't beat Gong Zi Yu."
"Then I'll go and tell Master Jiao. Master Jiao will beat them." Yuan Zhi laughed loudly at the end of the servant girl's words. His whole body was shaking and giddy, so little sounds were coming out of the little bells on his head.
"Very good Gao Ye. Even Master Jiao is still asked to step in." Yuan Zhi squinted his eyes again
The two people in the room were startled by Gong Shang Jiao entering the room with a voice saying, "No problem, I'll step in."
"Master Jiao" Gong Shang Jiao nodded to Gao Ye who left after paying her respects. This girl is the girl who testified when Gong Yuan Zhi attacked Gong Zi Sheng with poison for the first time. Because of this, Gong Shang Jiao himself had chosen Gao Ye as one of Yuan Zhi's personal attendants because this girl had previously worked at the clinic. She's doing well.
"Ge~" called Yuan Zhi in a low voice. Although I was forced to call him Ge from the previous time. He promised to call later because he can't say anything because it was so sudden. Finally heard.
Gong Lang Jiao's Ge voice is bold and clear. Gong Yuan Zhi's Ge's voice was full of worry, shyness, and weakness.
"If there's a troll, just tell his name and I'll be punished for sure." <Thank you Ge> Yuan Zhi, who was embarrassed, said like he was not a boy trapped under the title of master of the house, but started to look like a real teenager.
Yuan Zhi watched the lanterns floating in the sky. Yuan Zhi, who doesn't usually participate in any festival every year, was invited by Gong Shang Jiao to participate in the Lantern Festival held by the Gong House this year.
"What about Yuan Zhi's lanterns?" I asked Yuan Zhi, who was not holding lanterns, although everyone was holding small lanterns they had made themselves.
"I don't have" Yuan Zhi said. Actually, I made two lanterns for myself and Shang Jiao Ge, but I didn't bring one because it was too unsightly.
Gong Shang Jiao no longer pressured Yuan Zhi, who was obviously telling the lie, and Yuan Zhi was happy when he gave him a lantern that came with him. Yuan Zhi was such an expressive person all his emotions can be seen on his face.
"Ge, I want to eat fish." Gong Lang Jiao's words stopped Gong Shang Jiao from eating. He removed the bones from the fish, then gave Lang Didi half and other half to Yuan Zhi's plate, who was sitting quietly beside him. Yuan Zhi pause for a second and keep eating.
"I heard Yuan Zhi was very clever these days. If I knew this, I would have handed you over to Shang Jiao from before." Because of Sword Master's words, everyone's eyes fell on Gong Yuan Zhi.
"When Gong Yuan Zhi is no longer causing trouble, the Gong mansion is at peace." At Master Sheng's words, Yuan Zhi bowed his head and clenched his fist under the table until his knuckles were white, but did not say anything.
"Yuan Zhi DiDi is well-versed in literary, medicinal and combat. In the next year or so, we can be estimated that he can master all 37 basic combat techniques. I asked him to study hoplology because he was interested in weapons. Now he had drawn a new pattern of hiding weapons and will present it to the Masters and Elders the next week. Do you have anything to report, Miss Sheng?" Gong Shang Jiao's sudden attack caused both Master Sheng and Miss Sheng to chock as they didn't know what to say.
Yuan Zhi, hold his laughter and being silly but tolerated, sneaked a look at Gong Shang Jiao, who was frowned playfully.
When Yuan Zhi back at Zhi Gong his hideous lantern are gone. The servant said Master Jiao ordered them to take these to Jiao Gong and put them in his room. Yuan Zhi feels delighted and smiled like an idiot. Gong Shang Jiao looked at him from afar and smiled softly.
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