Before them stretched a long corridor filled with solemn dignity, with distant Buddhist chanting drifting through the air and the sound of scripture recitation. North of the corridor lay a flower garden, and beneath their feet spread a red carpet, clearly intended for high officials to walk upon.

“Ptui!” A glob of spit landed on the red carpet, coming from the flower garden where two figures stood – one large, one small – shivering as steam rose around them, chatting incessantly: “Kid, you stand over there! Don’t piss on my shoes!” “It’s because you picked a spot where the ground slopes down!”

As the saying goes: “A daughter-in-law learns bad habits from her mother-in-law in three days; a baby learns bad habits from its mother in a month” – meaning it’s easy to learn bad habits but hard to reform. A’Xiu was a perfect example. Since entering Hongluo Temple today, he had already urinated three times, defecated once, spat countless times, robbed people, visited brothels, and hidden his stolen money in the temple’s kitchen storehouse to retrieve when going home.

While still adjusting his pants, a monk passed by the flower garden. Seeing this scene, he couldn’t help but stop and angrily demand: “What are you two doing? What’s with this bizarre behavior?” Before he finished speaking, an imperial guard turned around and said: “Official business. No comment.” The monk angrily retorted: “What official business?” Just as he was about to curse, suddenly the two men’s eyes met, and he too began shivering with cold, quickly squeezing into the flower garden where all three stood in a row, trembling.

Steam drifted over the foul-smelling flower garden. Having finished urinating, Qin Zhonghai climbed back onto the corridor still dripping wet, wiped his hands on the red carpet, with A’Xiu crouching nearby copying his example.

After playing all day, their spirits were just getting started. A’Xiu whispered with a grin: “Uncle, what exactly do you want from Brother Chongqing?” Qin Zhonghai replied: “I want to borrow something from him. You’ll find out soon enough.”

This corridor was a vital thoroughfare connecting the West Garden to the Great Buddha Hall – an excellent place to wait for Wu Chongqing to walk into their trap. However, most guests had gone to the plaza in front of the hall, leaving few visitors and the corridor quiet.

The Zhengtong Dynasty called itself the “Great Buddhist Kingdom” and showed extreme reverence to Buddhism. Looking around, the corridor was hung with Tianzhu Buddhist paintings, finely crafted with brushwork depicting bodhisattvas and arhats, each over ten feet tall, solemn and dignified, causing passing guests to stop and worship.

With nothing else to do and Wu Chongqing still nowhere to be seen, the pair walked up to examine the paintings. Qin Zhonghai stretched his neck to look at a Buddhist image showing a fierce-faced deity twelve feet tall – two heads taller than himself – and marveled: “What kind of god is this? So huge!” A’Xiu snorted: “You don’t know this? These are called the Twelve Yaksha Generals, also known as Yaksha or Medicine Buddha, corresponding to the twelve zodiac animals.”

Qin Zhonghai made an “oh” sound and turning his head, saw indeed ten or so giant paintings hung on the wall, brilliantly colored and each holding different ritual implements. He said in surprise: “Who would have thought you’re quite learned, kid.” A’Xiu snorted: “Of course! I’ve attended the rain prayer ceremonies every year since I was three – I can recite them by heart.” Qin Zhonghai whispered: “Are these rain prayer ceremonies very boring?”

A’Xiu sighed: “Don’t even ask! These ceremonies are the most tedious. Not only do I find them annoying, but my grandmother wants to run away every year too. But my father insists she come, so she has no choice. She argues with my father about it every year.” Qin Zhonghai made an “oh” sound: “Does your grandmother have a bad temper?”

A’Xiu sighed: “Actually, my grandmother is very kind and treats me very, very well. Every time my father wants to beat me, grandmother quarrels with him.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed: “That’s strange – your grandmother doesn’t dote on your father but dotes on you instead?” A’Xiu whispered: “Uncle, I’ll tell you a secret, but you absolutely can’t tell anyone else.” Qin Zhonghai quickly said: “Go ahead, I promise I won’t go shouting it in the streets.”

A’Xiu looked around cautiously and whispered: “I think my father isn’t my grandmother’s biological son.” Qin Zhonghai was stunned for a long moment, then burst out laughing: “There’s such a thing? Where did you hear that?” A’Xiu said quietly: “My grandmother really hates my father. Sometimes she throws things at him – vases, bowls, chopsticks, everything.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed: “That’s a new one! Good thing I popped out of a rock and don’t have an old mother throwing chamber pots at me.”

A’Xiu giggled and was about to make something up when he suddenly thought of his mother, felt a pang in his heart, and sighed softly. Qin Zhonghai cursed: “Damn it, how many times a day do you think about home? Isn’t it annoying?” A’Xiu’s face reddened with anger: “You damn it, when did I think about home?” Qin Zhonghai sneered: “Then why are you sighing?” A’Xiu retorted: “Can’t I sigh if I want to?” He leaped up in rage: “I’ll sigh! I’ll sigh! I’ll sigh to the heavens! I’ll sigh with my head down!”

The two continued walking and arguing, taking in the sights along the way. In the midst of their quarrel, A’Xiu made a “eek” sound and hid behind Qin Zhonghai. Qin Zhonghai asked in surprise: “What’s wrong?” A’Xiu covered his face and pointed at a painting on the wall: “Look at that one.” Qin Zhonghai turned to look and couldn’t help but grin and lick his lips: “Damn, it’s a hell painting.”

Before them was indeed a hell painting depicting ox-headed and horse-faced demons skewering people for burning, tongue-pulling punishments, and disembowelment. The hell scene was filled with blood, screams, bizarre and terrifying imagery. A’Xiu covered his little face and whispered: “Uncle, let’s go quickly. I don’t dare look at this painting.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed: “What’s to be afraid of? I’ve seen the real thing in prison – why fear this fake stuff?”

Hearing his bold words, A’Xiu secretly took another peek and saw demons cutting flesh and skinning a man hung upside down. He made an “eek” sound and said: “Let’s go, let’s go!” But Qin Zhonghai hummed a tune while picking his nose, examining the painting carefully. A’Xiu’s scalp tingled, so he covered his face and ran frantically for dozens of feet until he suddenly saw a woman ahead, bending down and carefully examining a hell painting.

A’Xiu trembled, wondering what kind of bold madwoman dared to look at such terrifying imagery. Curious, he walked closer a couple of steps and suddenly made a “huh” sound, thinking: “It’s Mother!”

Before him stood Gu Qianxi, alone in front of the hell painting, her expression focused. She wasn’t just looking but reaching out to gently touch the suffering sinners in the painting, as if trying to make out their facial features.

A’Xiu was startled – he had never seen his mother like this. She stared blankly at the dismembered bodies in hell, her expression showing neither fear nor schadenfreude, but rather a dazed look as if searching for something.

Suddenly A’Xiu’s body shook violently as he understood – Mother was looking for people in hell, because there were people she deeply loved there: her father, her mother, and perhaps the missing little A’Xiu.

A’Xiu’s eyes grew moist and red. He shrank back, lowered his head, and quietly circled behind his mother. He very much wanted to go up and hug her, but remembering the day’s events and having decided to return to heaven, he felt he should let Mother have peace alone. He bit his teeth, steeled his heart, and was about to turn and look for Iron Foot Uncle when he saw the corridor was completely empty – Qin Zhonghai had disappeared!

A’Xiu stared blankly at the far end of the corridor, thinking: “He… he left?”

Iron Foot Uncle had left and returned him to Mother? At this thought, A’Xiu suddenly panicked and was about to go look for him when he heard a sweet shout: “A’Xiu!” Rapid footsteps approached down the corridor as a little girl hugged him from behind – it was Hua Mei.

A’Xiu made an “ah ya” sound and was about to struggle free when his cheek was gently caressed. Turning to look, he saw a woman crouching beside him, looking up with a smile despite tears on her face – who else could it be but Mother?

A’Xiu lowered his head, mumbling incoherently, wanting to say something but unable to speak. But Gu Qianxi shook her head, indicating he needn’t say anything. Mother and son gazed at each other silently until A’Xiu suddenly cried “ai ya” as Hua Mei smacked the back of his head, laughing: “A’Xiu! How dare you! You actually skipped school!” A’Xiu had no way to deal with Mother, but he had plenty of tricks for Hua Mei, so he yawned: “Who skipped school? Let me tell you a secret – I’ve gotten rich! I have at least three thousand taels of silver now!”

Hua Mei made a face, took Gu Qianxi’s hand, and pouted: “Master, scold A’Xiu quickly – he’s lying again!” Gu Qianxi smiled slightly: “Alright, Master will scold him in a moment.” She took A’Xiu’s hand and held it tightly, never letting go again.

After wandering all day, he had finally returned to Mother’s side. A’Xiu looked at his mother, then at Hua Mei – all of this was so familiar. He turned to look at the empty flower garden but could no longer see that tall, bold figure.

Without realizing it, A’Xiu’s eyes filled with tears as he slowly lowered his head, that vast, boundless feeling about his origins welling up again.

He had a premonition that Iron Foot Uncle would never return. That great marshal of seven hundred thousand rebel troops, the “Angry King” Qin Zhonghai, had seen him and would now return to where he belonged.

A’Xiu lowered his head and shed tears. He very much wanted to see Iron Foot Uncle one more time and talk with him. As he cried, a handkerchief appeared in his hand – Gu Qianxi had given it to him. Beside them, Hua Mei exclaimed: “A’Xiu, what’s wrong with you today? How many times have you cried?”

A’Xiu startled: “I’m just… I’m just running at the nose! Achoo! Achoo!” He was about to demonstrate spitting when he heard laughter from the other end of the corridor – it seemed more people were coming. Looking over, he saw a group of official ladies chatting and laughing as they surrounded a beautiful woman walking forward. Hua Mei cheered and ran toward them shouting: “Mother! Come quickly!”

Yan Ting had arrived. Her long robe reached the ground, she wore a phoenix hairpin, and when she walked her shoulders remained perfectly straight without the slightest sway in her skirt hem. Such grace truly befitted the most beautiful first-rank lady of the dynasty. Looking up and seeing Gu Qianxi, she smiled: “Sister, why are you here alone?” Gu Qianxi smiled slightly: “Didn’t little sister come too?”

Yan Ting traveled with quite an entourage. Though she was just strolling through the corridor, seven or eight ladies accompanied her, all exquisitely dressed and made up, clearly following the lead of this marquis’s wife. Behind her followed a military officer – it was Gong Zhi.

A’Xiu stood blankly, still looking toward the far end of the corridor, when suddenly a rich fragrance wafted by. Turning, he saw that Aunt Wu had bent down with a smile: “Little rascal, what are you daydreaming about now?” A’Xiu thought: “I’m thinking about the Yihua Courtyard,” but with Mother right there, how could he say such things? He could only mumble: “Aunt Wu, I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

Yan Ting smiled and suddenly leaned close to his ear: “Did you mention to your mother what I asked you to tell her?” A’Xiu’s mind snapped to attention – at noon Aunt Wu had given him a gold ingot and asked him to tell Mother about having tea in the evening, but he had completely forgotten. Seeing Yan Ting still looking at him expectantly, he whispered: “You… you’re here anyway, can’t you tell her yourself?”

Seeing Yan Ting glare at him, A’Xiu quickly changed his tune: “Alright, alright, I’ll… I’ll tell her later.”

While they were talking, the official ladies had already greeted Gu Qianxi, though the exchanges were rather cool and not particularly warm. Yan Ting walked back to Gu Qianxi’s side, helping arrange her hair with a smile: “I haven’t seen you in so long. Why aren’t you in front of the hall chatting with everyone, but here alone looking at paintings?” Gu Qianxi said: “With nothing else to do, I thought I’d walk alone and think about some things.”

Yan Ting smiled: “That’s fine too. Let’s sisters walk together then.” Seeing their leader arrive, the official ladies began chattering and laughing again, with Hua Mei joining in their giggles. A’Xiu walked silently at the back, looking dejected.

This encounter felt like a dream – one moment he had been playing with Qin Zhonghai, and in the blink of an eye the dream was over. Just as tears were about to fall, his head was suddenly struck by something someone had thrown. A’Xiu got angry and glared around, but seeing Hua Mei still pressed close to her mother’s side, he knew it wasn’t her doing. While he was puzzled, his head was struck again. A’Xiu’s heart suddenly raced as he quickly looked toward the flower garden and saw a dirty man waving and laughing silently.

A’Xiu was overjoyed and wanted to run over, but Qin Zhonghai made a shushing gesture and pointed toward Gong Zhi. A’Xiu’s heart jumped in alarm and he quickly pretended to tiptoe slowly toward the corridor where Iron Foot Uncle had climbed out of the flower garden and whispered: “Stay close to your mother like a good boy. I’ll come find you again in a while.” A’Xiu’s voice trembled: “Will… will you come back?”

Qin Zhonghai smiled slightly: “Don’t worry. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll come find you.” A’Xiu’s eyes reddened and he actually began crying. Qin Zhonghai was puzzled: “What’s wrong? I didn’t hit you.” A’Xiu was so happy inside but couldn’t say so, breaking into a smile through tears: “Uncle, are… are you still going to find Aunt Tang Yuan?”

Qin Zhonghai nodded: “Of course. I came to Beijing for exactly this reason. If I don’t see her, I’ll burst from holding it in.” A’Xiu was puzzled: “Holding what in?” Qin Zhonghai’s face reddened – he hadn’t expected to talk too much and let something slip. A’Xiu was curious and about to ask more when he heard footsteps – thump thump – as Hua Mei ran over calling: “A’Xiu! What are you doing?”

Qin Zhonghai coughed quietly: “Your little wife is coming. I’ll go first.” A’Xiu quickly said: “Wait, you… you’ll definitely come back to find me?” Qin Zhonghai smiled slightly: “Don’t worry, I keep my word.” Just as he was about to leave, A’Xiu grabbed his hand and whispered: “Wait, let’s make a pact first.” He stuck out his thumb and pressed it against Qin Zhonghai’s thumb – this way they had made a contract and neither could go back on their word.

While they were busy with this, Hua Mei’s voice rang out behind them: “A’Xiu, why are you crawling on the ground?” A’Xiu jumped in fright and turned around, finding Hua Mei already behind him. When he turned back to look for Iron Foot Uncle, he had already disappeared. Relieved, he said: “I’m practicing martial arts – the Swimming Dragon technique.” He then imitated a tadpole, wriggling on the red carpet and was about to crawl under Hua Mei’s skirt when he heard a delighted voice from the corridor: “A’Xiu! You’ve come back!”

Looking up, he saw a handsome young man had appeared in the corridor, with red lips and beautiful eyes, wearing a white pheasant court robe – it was Uncle Yang Shaoqi. Beside him he was supporting an elderly woman around fifty years old who was breathing heavily as she walked – it was clearly Grandmother.

Hua Mei, being well-mannered, immediately curtsied upon seeing Old Lady Yang arrive, calling out: “Grandmother Yang.”

A’Xiu was also clever – seeing Grandmother appear, he immediately went forward, knelt down, and hugged her legs, crying: “Grandmother! Your grandson missed you terribly!” Though Old Lady Yang was breathing heavily, she was still amused and panted: “Didn’t… didn’t we just see each other yesterday? How did you miss me terribly already?” A’Xiu was about to explain when Yang Shaoqi gave him a meaningful look. A’Xiu understood – Grandmother didn’t yet know about his fight with Zai Jing at the noon banquet, so it was better not to mention it.

Thinking of that Zai Jing, A’Xiu was genuinely worried, fearing the boy might really be in mortal danger and he himself would be sent to the authorities. While worrying, he heard Uncle whisper in his ear: “Where exactly did you go? I went to the amusement park to look for you but couldn’t find anyone.”

This amusement park south of the city at Tianqiao was indeed A’Xiu’s favorite haunt. Uncle was truly perceptive, thinking to look for him there first – much smarter than Mother. But no matter how prescient Uncle was, he couldn’t have guessed that A’Xiu had met Qin Zhonghai, played around all day, and even had a earth-shaking fight in the western ghost house that had probably made them famous throughout the martial arts world.

Seeing him distracted, Yang Shaoqi said: “What’s wrong? Are you hiding something from me?” A’Xiu jumped in fright – Uncle’s eyes were truly sharp, seeing immediately that something was wrong with his expression. He quickly said: “No… nothing.”

Usually A’Xiu shared all his thoughts with Uncle – they talked about everything and were very close. But matters involving Qin Zhonghai absolutely could not be spoken of. If word leaked out, it might get him killed. Yet keeping it bottled up inside made him feel sad, as if he was deceiving Uncle.

While he was sighing, the official ladies had already turned back. After all, with Old Lady Yang present, no one dared be impolite, so they all came forward to pay their respects while Gu Qianxi took her mother-in-law’s arm and introduced everyone.

These official ladies were at least thirty years old, most around Yan Ting’s age. Seeing Yang Shaoqi there, they were truly delighted and immediately began chattering nonstop. Though Yang Shaoqi wanted to question A’Xiu further, he was surrounded and couldn’t break free. Seeing A’Xiu looking around again, Gu Qianxi said: “A’Xiu, come help Grandmother.”

A’Xiu had wanted to go find Iron Foot Uncle, but hearing the instruction could only say “oh” and obediently come over. Mother and son together supported the old lady, but the elderly woman was truly unwell – after walking just a few steps she was already gasping for breath. A’Xiu angrily shouted: “Uncle! Stop just playing with the ladies and come look after Grandmother!” Seeing the official ladies looking at him, Yang Shaoqi was slightly embarrassed and quickly said: “Wait for me,” slipping back over. Seeing Mother’s pale face and labored breathing, he quickly said: “This won’t do. Let’s get Old Cai.”

Just as he was about to turn around again, a woman’s voice said: “Is the old lady having another asthma attack?”

Everyone turned to look – it was Yan Ting who had come over. Seeing Gu Qianxi helping the old lady with back massage and breathing regulation, she took out a small porcelain bottle and came to the old lady’s side, saying gently: “Madam, this is my secret recipe immortal powder from Mount Jiuhua, most effective for treating asthma. During New Year’s I specially got several medicinal ingredients from Baicao Weng and personally prepared this for you.”

The official ladies laughed: “Oh my, what great honor for the old lady! Having the Grand Commander’s wife personally prepare medicine for you!”

Yan Ting smiled: “Stop gossiping.” Mount Jiuhua was famous for its medical arts, and Baicao Weng was a renowned herb gatherer. Combined, this immortal powder might truly be something only immortals could afford. Just as she was about to administer the medicine, Yang Shaoqi laughingly stopped her: “Please don’t trouble the Grand Commander to make house calls – how could the Yang family dare accept such honor? If my elder brother finds out, he’ll surely scold me.”

Yan Ting smiled: “Stop using your brother as an excuse. Go, go, go – stand aside and let me treat the old lady.” Seeing Yan Ting pour some medicinal powder onto her jade finger and extend it toward the old lady’s nose, Old Lady Yang, who had been hanging her head listlessly without speaking, suddenly saw Yan Ting reaching toward her nose and couldn’t help crying out: “Shaoqi! Shaoqi! Mother’s about to be poisoned to death!”

Hearing this shout, all the official ladies gaped in amazement while Yan Ting’s face turned completely red with embarrassment, her jade finger frozen halfway – unable to advance or retreat. Yang Shaoqi smiled bitterly and supported his mother, coaxing: “Mother, don’t be suspicious. Lady Wu means well.”

The scene was extremely awkward. Hua Mei was also stunned and said tremulously: “Grandmother Yang, my mother wouldn’t harm you!” She was about to go explain when A’Xiu pulled her back and whispered: “Don’t get involved in this. My grandmother only trusts my mother and uncle – she won’t take medicine from anyone else.”

Everyone tried to persuade her, but Old Lady Yang seemed deaf to their words, mumbling and wheezing as she shrank behind Gu Qianxi. Yang Shaoqi smiled bitterly, repeatedly apologized, then called out again: “Old Cai! Old Cai!” An elderly man hurried down the corridor – it was the Yang family’s steward. Yang Shaoqi whispered: “Bring the medicine. The old lady can’t walk.”

Yan Ting forced a smile and brushed the medicinal powder from her finger. Still wondering how to save face, Gong Zhi came over to help her out: “Seeing the old lady is truly unwell and it’s getting late, we should quickly go pay respects to His Majesty and ask for early leave to return home.”

Hearing this, Yang Shaoqi let out a long sigh: “It’s difficult! Every year at this time, which family isn’t in chaos? This rain prayer ceremony is bad enough, but I see this year we also have the heir designation – His Majesty definitely won’t grant leave.”

Everyone present sighed repeatedly. The rain prayer ceremony was lengthy with ritual feeding of hungry ghosts and dharma services lasting several hours – most burdensome for someone of Old Lady Yang’s age. This year there was also the heir designation assembly, likely lasting until midnight.

While everyone was sighing, A’Xiu was secretly laughing, thinking: “Aunt Wu can barely contain herself!” Sure enough, Yan Ting said coolly: “I think this – in a while I’ll accompany the old lady to speak directly with His Majesty. His Majesty will surely grant leave.”

The official ladies all laughed: “Oh my, when the goddaughter makes the request, how could it not be absolutely effective?” Hearing Yan Ting would intercede, Yang Shaoqi naturally expressed thousands of thanks with flowery praise: “Exactly! If someone else asks for leave, I can’t say whether it’ll be granted, but if our Sister Yan Ting steps forward, my mother can sleep well tonight.” The official ladies laughed while Yan Ting put on airs again, saying coolly: “Doctor Yang, you flatter me too much. I think it’s better to have your elder brother speak instead. Don’t let outsiders gossip about me.”

Yang Shaoqi laughed: “We Yangs have that wooden radical in our names – His Majesty gets angry just seeing us! If I ask my elder brother to speak, we might as well sleep on the floor at Hongluo Temple.” Gu Qianxi smiled slightly and looked toward Yan Ting: “Little sister, thank you for your trouble.”

When others begged and pleaded to no avail, Gu Qianxi’s request seemed like a panacea. Sure enough, the Grand Commander’s wife put on a smile: “Sister, you don’t need to ask – I would do this anyway. I’m just teasing Shaoqi.” Then she took Gu Qianxi’s arm and smiled: “But there’s one thing – you must invite me for tea tonight.”

The official ladies laughed again: “Oh my, why not invite us for tea? Let’s all go together!” They immediately began chattering and babbling, humming and hawing, gossiping about this family and that family, the Wangs fighting the Lis, rambling nonsensically in all directions. A’Xiu was feeling drowsy when he suddenly heard Hua Mei say: “A’Xiu! Look at this god – so strange!”

Hearing there was something interesting, A’Xiu looked up and saw before him a brilliant Buddhist radiance surrounding a deity with three heads and six arms. The first pair of hands were open palms, the second pair held the sun and moon, and the last pair wielded swords.

Seeing this deity’s unusual appearance, A’Xiu couldn’t help but exclaim: “Hey, this god is new – I’ve never seen it before.” Hua Mei also said: “Yes! This god looks so strange. Has it just become a Buddha?” She turned to ask: “Mother, what god is this? Why does it have so many hands?” Yan Ting laughed: “Really, Hua Mei, aren’t you learning painting with Grandmother Yang? You should ask your teacher.”

Everyone looked back at Gu Qianxi, but she shook her head: “This stumps me. I’ve read few Buddhist scriptures and don’t understand Buddhist matters.” The official ladies laughed: “The great talent is being modest! Haven’t you read countless books? How can there still be things you don’t know? That’s truly rare!”

Hearing the official ladies’ sarcasm, A’Xiu angrily said: “Who says my mother doesn’t know! Even I know about this! She just doesn’t want to show off!” The official ladies laughed: “Well then, according to Young Master Yang, who is this divine being?”

A’Xiu observed for a while and had already made up his mind, immediately saying: “This is the Happy Sheep God!” The official ladies were curious: “Really? Why is it called the Happy Sheep God?” The official ladies believed him, but Yang Shaoqi, who knew this child’s nature well, quickly said: “He’s making it up – don’t listen to him.”

A’Xiu angrily protested: “How am I making it up? That’s really its name! If you don’t believe me, everyone look.” He then waved his hands and sang: “Three times three makes six hands, left touching, right stealing, leading sheep by hand brings true joy!” Worried that everyone was getting bored, he vigorously tugged at Uncle’s belt to see if it was secure.

Seeing all the official ladies craning their necks with curiosity, Yang Shaoqi was alarmed and made as if to hit A’Xiu, who laughed and ran away, only to be caught by Gu Qianxi who sighed: “A’Xiu, don’t get carried away.”

A’Xiu snorted: “Who’s carried away? It really is the Happy Sheep God – you still don’t believe it!” Just as he was about to elaborate further, suddenly a Buddhist chant rang out: “Amitabha Buddha! One must not blaspheme before divine beings. This deity resides in the Mabadhi Palace beneath Mount Sumeru and is known as the King of Asuras. She once fought with Indra for many years and is also called ‘Non-Heaven.'” Everyone turned to look and saw an elderly monk approaching down the corridor, his face kind and solemn. Yan Ting smiled slightly, took Hua Mei’s hand, and put her palms together: “Disciple Yan Ting and daughter Chonghua pay respects to Master Lingyin of the Dharma Academy.”

The old monk quickly said: “How dare I, how dare I. Lady Wu is too courteous.” Speaking while also seeing Old Lady Yang, Gu Qianxi and others, he hurried to greet them: “This humble monk Lingyin pays respects to the Grand Lady, the Ladies, and Doctor Yang.”

The scene became lively. Lingyin was an accomplished high monk who suddenly found himself surrounded by women, making him somewhat at a loss. Just as he was about to respond to each one, he suddenly heard wheezing sounds nearby. Turning to look, he was startled to see Old Lady Yang’s face deathly pale, her nostrils flaring as if she were seriously ill. Lingyin exclaimed: “Is the Grand Lady unwell?” He raised his hand to take her pulse.

Seeing another person about to court death, Gong Zhi approached and whispered a few words in Lingyin’s ear. Apparently these two not only knew each other but had quite a close relationship, which saved Lingyin from embarrassment.

This Old Lady Yang rarely left home, appearing only once or twice a year. Given Lingyin’s friendship with Yang Suguan, it was no wonder he didn’t know about her peculiarities – no wonder Yan Ting had stumbled. Seeing Lingyin still bowing his head in prayer, an official lady laughed: “Master, this trip up the mountain is surely to help Prince Xu’s son win the realm, isn’t it?” Lingyin put his palms together: “Amitabha Buddha. How dare one outside the world meddle in court affairs?”

Once the conversation touched on the heir designation, the scene became lively again. A woman laughed: “Nonsense! I heard Prince Xu’s heir has been practicing martial arts diligently. Tonight’s imperial martial competition will surely see him dominate!” Another said: “That’s not right – I just saw Zai Jing with his head bandaged.” Yet another said: “Right, right, right! I heard Shu Ning say privately that Zai Jing seems to have been beaten and injured.” Everyone exclaimed in unison: “What? Who injured Zai Jing? Who’s so bold?”

The bold one was right beside them. A’Xiu’s heart trembled when his bottom was suddenly smacked. Yang Shaoqi whispered in his ear: “Don’t mention this later. If His Majesty demands punishment, your father will take responsibility for you.” A’Xiu felt uneasy: “But… but…” While speaking, Gu Qianxi had already reached over and pulled A’Xiu to her side.

Yan Ting had always had sharp ears and had been paying attention to the conversation. Seeing A’Xiu’s strange expression, she took Gu Qianxi’s arm and smiled: “Sister, what’s wrong? You look worried.” Gu Qianxi shook her head: “Nothing. A’Xiu, go help Grandmother.”

The most formidable spies in the world were these official ladies who daily caught wind and added fuel to fires – even a mouse running past a door could be interpreted as revealing how many men and women were inside. How could Gu Qianxi let anything slip? She only stayed by the Grand Lady’s side while chattering filled the air as the women walked and talked in great excitement. Suddenly Hua Mei laughed: “Master, what god is this one?”

The official ladies looked up and saw a scroll depicting a tall man standing on clouds with seven dragon heads behind him, his left hand on his hip, right hand holding a sword across his chest, radiating glorious and majestic divine imagery. Everyone praised: “So mighty! Just like Grand Commander Wu!” Hua Mei rejoiced: “Yes! This god looks like my father!”

A’Xiu nodded in agreement: “Yes, it’s a pity the face isn’t painted square enough, or it would look even more like him.” Hua Mei glared angrily: “What are you saying?” Just as she was about to settle accounts with him, Lingyin said: “Amitabha Buddha. This deity is Nanda Dragon King, one of the eight great Dragon Kings who protect the World Honored One. The Ekottara Agama records that this dragon can spit pure water and is also called the ‘Joyful Dragon King.'”

The official ladies examined the Dragon King’s features closely and saw his brows deeply furrowed in extreme sorrow, laughing: “He doesn’t look very happy – how can he be called the Joyful Dragon King?” Lingyin quickly said: “The ladies misunderstand. The Dragon King is called ‘Joyful Dragon King’ not because he himself indulges in pleasure, but because he responds to all beings by regulating wind and rain, thus earning people’s joy and receiving this true name.”

The official ladies laughed: “How strange! If everyone likes him, why does he look so worried?” Lingyin coughed and was about to explain when someone said: “This is because he deeply understands that people are difficult to please, so his heart grows confused and his face shows painful expression.” The women turned to look and all exclaimed “ah” in surprise. A’Xiu’s heart also trembled as he thought: “It’s Brother Chongqing!”

Behind them came a young man in black clothes with a red sash, over nine feet tall, his gaze fierce and intimidating. He came before Yan Ting, shook out his black robe and bowed: “Your son pays respects to Mother.” He then kowtowed respectfully to Old Lady Yang, Gu Qianxi, Lingyin and others.

Wu Chongqing had appeared, but seeing him so respectful to his elders was completely different from his usual rebellious demeanor. A’Xiu watched while looking around nervously, his heart pounding as he waited for an iron foot to fly from mid-air and snatch him away.

While anticipating this, Brother Chongqing had already seen Uncle. A’Xiu saw him lower his head and pretend not to recognize him, circling around, but Uncle smiled back: “Old brother, long time no see!” He reached out and patted Chongqing’s shoulder affectionately.

With this light pat, Wu Chongqing’s face suddenly changed drastically and he immediately leaped a large step sideways. Moving too hastily, he was about to crash into the official ladies when Lingyin reached out and caught him. A purple energy transmitted through, causing Lingyin to exclaim “hey” as his lower body swayed and they both fell together.

A’Xiu was greatly amazed – Brother Chongqing feared neither heaven nor earth, yet he could trip while walking? Hua Mei exclaimed: “Brother, what’s wrong with you?” Just as she was about to help him up, Chongqing had already flipped up and reached out to pull up Lingyin. The old monk didn’t show off his skills and honestly let him help, putting his palms together and sighing: “Amitabha Buddha. A hero emerges from youth – Benefactor Wu has profound martial skills.”

Hearing Lingyin’s praise, how could the official ladies miss this opportunity? They laughed again: “Isn’t it because his mother raised him well? Your family truly makes everyone envious!” A’Xiu watched from the side thinking: “How strange! Didn’t Brother Chongqing meet Uncle last night? Why does Uncle say he hasn’t seen him in a long time? Why lie?” His eyes rolled and he suddenly thought of the words “Lu Yun,” his heart filled with terror as everything came back to him: “Right! Last night Uncle told Brother Chongqing not to look for ‘Lu Yun,’ and Aunt Wu also said she was looking for someone who sells noodles, also surnamed Lu! How does everyone know this Three-Eyed Uncle?”

Growing more suspicious, he hurried to Mother’s side, tugged her sleeve and looked up: “Mother! Do you know a Three-Eyed Uncle?” Gu Qianxi bent down with a smile: “What uncle?” A’Xiu rose on his toes and was about to say “Lu Yun” when he heard loud talking behind him: “Chongqing!”

A’Xiu turned to look and saw it was Yan Ting scolding: “Where did you go last night? Why didn’t you come home all night?” Wu Chongqing coughed: “Your son had business and slept at a friend’s house.” Before he could explain further, Hua Mei suddenly cried out: “Brother! Your… your neck!” As soon as she spoke, all the official ladies also exclaimed: “This… this wound is so deep!”

A’Xiu made a sound of surprise and indeed saw a hideous wound on Wu Chongqing’s neck that had been sewn up with needle and thread, red and swollen, looking quite frightening. Yan Ting angrily said: “Fighting again?” Wu Chongqing said: “Not fighting – this was from falling while walking.”

Yan Ting was also a martial artist – how could she believe such nonsense? Just as she was about to scold him harshly, an official lady took her arm and whispered: “Sister, don’t get angry. There are outsiders here – if you scold the child publicly, everyone will hear.” Yan Ting glared at her and said loudly: “What? I need to ask your permission before disciplining my own child?” She jerked her hand free, shaking off the woman.

The official lady exclaimed in surprise, only then realizing she had offended someone. The other official ladies were tactful and moved away from her, everyone wearing smiles but no one looking directly at her again.

A’Xiu found this interesting and was about to observe more carefully when Mother pulled his hand: “Go to the front.” As Mother dragged him along, A’Xiu thought: “Strange, why hasn’t Iron Foot Uncle come yet?” Looking around, he couldn’t find any trace of Iron Foot, and in the distance he heard Yan Ting scolding: “Look at you! Today is the heir designation assembly! Not only are you injured, but you’re wearing these clothes? Where’s your official robe?”

Wu Chongqing said indifferently: “Pawned it.” At these words, all the official ladies lowered their heads to suppress laughter and walked even faster. Yan Ting’s face went white with anger as she shouted: “Jiu Jiu!”

As soon as she spoke, rapid footsteps came from the other end of the corridor as an old maid hurried over: “This servant is here.” A’Xiu couldn’t help but cry “ah” softly, thinking: “It’s her again!” Though this “Jiu Jiu” was dressed as an old woman, her face wasn’t old at all. In plain dress and simple makeup, holding a whisk, she looked radiant and even more beautiful than those official ladies. Yan Ting said: “Are there any of the master’s clothes in the carriage?”

Jiu Jiu quickly said: “There’s a cloak and an official robe from the Zhengtong Army.” Yan Ting said: “Good. Remove the insignia from the robe and sew on a roe deer one instead. Don’t let him go out looking like this.” Jiu Jiu quickly said: “Yes, this servant will go immediately.”

Watching Jiu Jiu turn and leave, Hua Mei came over with a worried face: “Mother, don’t be angry. It’s rare that everyone’s here.” This reminded Yan Ting, and her voice immediately rose again: “Right! Have you two seen your Aunt Juan?” Wu Chongqing’s hearing wasn’t good and didn’t respond after several questions, but Hua Mei whispered: “No… no, I haven’t seen her.”

This Juan’er was the new leader of Jiuhua, but with darkness falling and the imperial audience imminent, she was still nowhere to be seen. Yan Ting sighed: “Ai, this whole family – not one of them is decent.” She said no more, took Wu Chongqing’s arm and strode forward, while Hua Mei followed worriedly beside them like a little palace maid serving an empress dowager on tour.

A’Xiu watched with secret amusement and was about to go make trouble when from the corner of his eye he saw a large group of official ladies pointing and gesturing as if there was something exciting again. He hurried over and saw a woman sitting on a bench in the corridor, her eyes red and swollen as if she’d been crying – who else could it be but Qiong Fang?

A’Xiu exclaimed in surprise – this Aunt Fang usually did as she pleased and specialized in bullying children. When had she ever cried herself into a red nose? Just as he was about to go ask, Yang Shaoqi pulled him back and whispered: “Don’t make trouble. Let your mother go over.”

Gu Qianxi had already seen her and approached: “Little sister.” Qiong Fang looked up, saw Gu Qianxi, but only turned her face away without even greeting her. Gu Qianxi whispered: “Why are you here alone? Where’s Juan’er?”

Qiong Fang raised her head as if to speak but stopped, then lowered her head again as tears rolled down her cheeks. Old Lady Yang had already sat down on the corridor bench, and A’Xiu was beside her massaging Grandmother’s back. Seeing Aunt Fang crying publicly, his heart jumped in alarm. The official ladies were also discussing amongst themselves and were about to surround her to talk when a woman laughed: “Oh my, is the Young Sect Leader wearing women’s clothes today?”

Everyone turned to look – it was Yan Ting who had come. A’Xiu’s heart cried out in alarm, knowing this woman would definitely provoke Qiong Fang, but this Qiong Fang wasn’t one to be trifled with either. He quickly hid by Grandmother’s feet to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Qiong Fang had always worn scholarly robes with dignified authority, but today she seemed like a toothless tiger, only crying. Yan Ting smiled, her eyes focused as she bent down to examine her, smiling: “Young Sect Leader, you weren’t in the capital during New Year – it really worried His Majesty. Hurry over and pay your respects in a moment.” Just as she was about to reach out, Qiong Fang turned her head away and said coldly: “Don’t touch me.”

Seeing Qiong Fang’s temper was truly number one – her first words were already turning hostile. Yan Ting’s willow brows knitted as her face darkened. The official ladies’ hearts jumped in alarm, fearing she would explode, but unexpectedly Yan Ting put on a smile again and said gently: “Ai, Young Sect Leader, do you have some worry? Come tell big sister about it.” Her jade hand reached out and firmly grasped Qiong Fang’s palm with a “let’s see what you can do about it” attitude.

Others feared Qiong Fang’s influence, but Yan Ting wasn’t afraid at all. The more Qiong Fang didn’t want others to touch her, the more she insisted on touching. Qiong Fang had no heart for socializing and was naturally angry, swinging her hand sharply to break free from the grip. But Yan Ting held extremely tightly, her internal energy refined and gentle, dissolving Qiong Fang’s force and refusing to let go.

Qiong Fang’s internal energy was inferior to Yan Ting’s, and her social skills were also no match, so she fell under her control. Then someone said: “Little sister, stand up – I think your skirt hem is indeed a bit short.” Gu Qianxi had come, and these words allowed Qiong Fang to break free, though Yan Ting still wouldn’t let go, smiling: “What? Did big sister tailor this outfit?”

Gu Qianxi nodded: “Yes. Miss Qiong stayed overnight at my place last night, so I helped her change into women’s clothing.” Yan Ting smiled: “That’s not easy! So many people in the world wanted to get her back into women’s finery but no one succeeded – only you have such influence.” Speaking while finally releasing her hand. Having freed herself from the grip with great difficulty, Qiong Fang was about to turn and leave when the official ladies surrounded her again, laughing: “Young Sect Leader, congratulations! You’re going to be a bride! How enviable!”

This was truly mentioning the very thing that shouldn’t be mentioned. Seeing Qiong Fang’s tears flowing, even A’Xiu felt these women couldn’t have good intentions. Sure enough, this reminded Yan Ting, who smiled: “Right! Look, I almost forgot – where is Su Ying, the great hero Su? He’s about to become a bridegroom – why isn’t he here warming up with everyone?”

Hearing this, Qiong Fang’s eyes involuntarily reddened. She sighed and turned away from the crowd. The official ladies were sharp-eyed and immediately exchanged meaningful glances, knowing the young couple had some problem. Though they wanted to come ask, they feared Qiong Fang’s temper. But Yan Ting had no such concerns and smiled: “Ai, quarreling again? You young people – you’re blessed but don’t know it. Never mind, in a while big sister will speak to Young Hero Su. About to become a bridegroom and he still doesn’t know how to cherish our Young Sect Leader!”

Speaking while reaching out to hook Qiong Fang’s chin, Qiong Fang suddenly raised her hand to slap away her hand, but Yan Ting lightly dodged and used a reverse grip to control Qiong Fang again, smiling: “What’s wrong? How exactly have I wronged you?”

Qiong Fang dried her tears and slowly darkened her face – she was probably about to explode. But was Yan Ting someone to be trifled with? Whether fists or political arena, the Grand Commander’s wife was ready for anything.

The Young Sect Leader versus the Grand Commander’s wife – Wu Chongqing had already retreated far away to enjoy the cool air. A’Xiu and Hua Mei exchanged glances, each swallowing hard, also fearing being affected, so they turned to admire the Buddhist paintings again. Hua Mei said tremulously: “A’Xiu, what god is in this painting? It seems like another new one.”

A’Xiu laughed dryly, looked up and made something up: “You don’t recognize this? This is called the Dragon-Biting Bird God.”

The situation wasn’t quite right. Old Lady Yang only sat on the long bench gasping, paying attention to no one. But hearing this vulgar and improper “Dragon-Biting Bird God,” she laughed out loud, coughing and scolding: “A’Xiu never learns properly, always saying crude things.” A’Xiu quickly said: “Don’t scold me, Grandmother! It really is the ‘Dragon-Biting Bird God’ – if you don’t believe me, look for yourself.” Old Lady Yang coughed and laughed as she raised her head to see what this “Dragon-Biting Bird God” was.

At first glance, a shrill scream suddenly pierced through the corridor, startling everyone to turn around and ask in unison: “What happened?”

This scream came from the old lady herself. Her face full of terror, she pointed at the painting above and shrieked: “It’s him again! It’s him again! Shaoqi! Shaoqi! Quickly take Mother away! Quick! Quick!” Everyone heard her cry so pitifully and all looked toward Yang Shaoqi. Seeing Yang Second Master’s grave expression, they all looked up at this painting together.

The painting depicted a deity with wings on its back, bird head and human body, its feet grasping dozens of small snake-dragons, raising its hands and head as if about to devour a large dragon. In the silence, Yan Ting, Gu Qianxi, and Qiong Fang all looked up at this Buddhist painting, all feeling surprised and quickly saying: “What… what kind of demon is this?”

Lingyin, well-versed in Buddhist scriptures and knowledgeable about divine and Buddhist matters, explained: “Benefactors, the deity in this painting is Garuda, the Golden-Winged Bird.” Most had heard the name “Golden-Winged Bird” and immediately began discussing. Lingyin put his palms together and continued: “The Buddha Samadhi Sutra states: ‘The Golden-Winged Bird named Garuda, by karmic retribution, feeds on dragons. In Jambudvipa, it daily takes one Dragon King and five hundred small dragons, continuing this cycle for eight thousand years, consuming billions of dragons.'”

Just as he was about to continue, Old Lady Yang gasped: “No, it’s not! It’s not Garuda! It’s not Garuda!” Yang Shaoqi, hearing his mother’s rambling and fearing another outburst, was about to help her leave when he heard her scream pitifully: “Shaoqi! Can’t you see? What is it ‘gripping’?”

“Gripping” dragons, “gripping” dragons – painted so lifelike it gave people an strange feeling. After hearing Old Lady Yang’s words, everyone looked at each other without a sound. Hua Mei’s face was pale as she ran to her mother’s side seeking protection.

Though Hua Mei was young, she knew her father had an imperial four-clawed golden dragon robe and that his title was “True Dragon of a Generation.” She was terrified – if there were Golden-Winged Birds in the world, would they “grip” her father?

Old Lady Yang’s scream echoed as heavy footsteps came down the corridor – Old Cai hurried over asking: “What’s wrong? Is the old lady having trouble breathing again?” Gu Qianxi nodded and asked quietly: “Was the old lady’s illness last night also from seeing this painting?” Old Cai whispered: “I’m not clear about that, but… but her breathing difficulties last night started right here in this corridor.” Everyone looked at each other, all suspecting this painting was causing trouble. In the cold silence, Wu Chongqing suddenly said: “Master, I heard that after this bird eats the dragon gods, it seems to die itself too. Is that right?”

Lingyin said: “Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Wu speaks correctly. In Buddhist doctrine, where there is karma there is retribution. Legend says that after Garuda Bird consumes all dragons, before death it suffers great torment, burning away its body leaving only one heart atop Diamond Mountain, colored like lapis lazuli and called the Wish-Fulfilling Pearl.”

Wu Chongqing said: “That’s good then. Where there’s karma there’s retribution – Buddha is finally reasonable, saving me from having to act.” After saying a few words, he strode away. Yan Ting took a deep breath, took Hua Mei’s hand and said: “We’re leaving.”

After this commotion, no one was in the mood to continue enjoying themselves, so they all bid farewell and left. Yang Shaoqi exchanged glances and helped his mother up together with Old Cai, but Old Lady Yang continued muttering under her breath: “Gripping dragons, gripping dragons…”

The corridor emptied completely, but Qiong Fang still stood there. Gu Qianxi said: “Little sister, if you have nothing else, could you accompany me tonight? Big sister has some matters I’d like to consult you about.” Just as she was about to take her hand, Qiong Fang had already silently shaken her head and was about to leave when Gu Qianxi quickly coughed. A’Xiu immediately understood and cried out beside them: “Aunt Fang! Save me! Save me! I hit Prince Xu’s son and I’m afraid I’ll be beheaded! You must step forward to save A’Xiu!”

Worried that people might find it boring, he rolled around on the ground. In the midst of this commotion, Qiong Fang finally broke into a smile through her tears: “Little rascal, where did you sneak off to this afternoon? Your mother and I looked everywhere for you.” Seeing that he had made her laugh, A’Xiu quickly picked the most exciting parts to tell: “I’ll tell you – this afternoon we encountered several hundred masters who desperately surrounded and attacked me. Then a great demon king flew out from the horizon, clanging and striking a bell, and a Three-Eyed Great Buddha was also lying in a tree constantly chanting sutras.” Qiong Fang laughed: “You’re really talking nonsense.”

A’Xiu quickly said: “I’m really not lying! If you don’t believe me, look back – the demon king is hiding in this corridor!”

Thanks to A’Xiu’s pestering and stirring up trouble, Qiong Fang was pulled along. Gu Qianxi was a perceptive person and knew Qiong Fang must have encountered some trouble, but it wasn’t appropriate to ask too much here, so she just took her hand and caught up with the old lady.

Walking out of the corridor, they faced the plaza in front of the hall. Looking out, the plaza was completely filled with people – officials, family members, and countless martial artists, presumably all guests invited by the Eight Princes, numbering in the hundreds.

Faced with this sea of people, Yan Ting showed no fear. She led her children forward like an unstoppable force, with several maidservants respectfully hurrying to escort her to her seat, which was behind Prince Tang’s pavilion, closest to the imperial golden platform. Looking back at Old Lady Yang, she was coughing and wheezing, squeezed in the crowd and unable to move a step.

Gu Qianxi said: “Shaoqi, where should we sit?” Yang Shaoqi quickly said: “Wait, let me go ask.” Old Cai sighed: “Second Master is confused again – let this old servant go ask.” Just as he was about to move, the sound of a walking stick was heard as a high minister bowed and said: “This humble official Ma Renjie pays respects to Old Lady Yang.”

Everyone looked up and saw a lame man with a walking stick wearing a bright red court robe – it was the current Minister of War, Ma Renjie, who had arrived.

Yang Shaoqi coughed, shook out his official robe and bowed: “Humble official Yang Shaoqi kowtows to the Minister.” This Yang Shaoqi was a Vice Minister of War, so Ma Renjie was indeed his immediate superior. The Minister of War nodded and, turning his gaze, saw Qiong Fang and couldn’t help but show slight surprise: “This… this is the Young Sect Leader?” Yang Shaoqi whispered beside him: “Big Sister Qiong, Minister Ma is speaking to you.”

Qiong Fang made a sound and turned her head away, still unwilling to socialize. Ma Renjie coughed a few times, made a bow, then glanced at Gu Qianxi and said gently: “Madam, I haven’t seen you for half a year.”

Gu Qianxi made a sound and lowered her head to support her mother-in-law, but didn’t respond either. The atmosphere became strange again. A’Xiu watched from the side, feeling this Minister Ma should know Mother, and was about to eavesdrop when he heard Ma Renjie instruct his attendant: “Take the old lady and young madam to their seats. I have matters to discuss with the Doctor.”

The attendant came over and bowed: “Ladies, please follow this humble official.” A’Xiu blinked as he watched Mother and Qiong Fang leave, and was about to follow when he heard Ma Renjie say: “Doctor, how are things going?” Yang Shaoqi coughed: “Too many people here – inconvenient to talk.” Hearing that it was inconvenient to talk made it absolutely necessary to listen. A’Xiu immediately stopped, crouched down and picked his nose, then heard Ma Renjie whisper: “By the way, letting you know – His Majesty has already sent troops to guard Hongluo Mountain. I’m afraid something big will happen tonight.”

A’Xiu exclaimed in surprise: “What? Something big will happen tonight?” The two men looked down and saw a small child still standing beside them with his ears stretched out – it was A’Xiu eavesdropping.

Ma Renjie coughed several times: “Let’s not talk about it. All the Vice Ministers and Department Chiefs are meeting in the Yunhui Tea Hall – you should come too in a while.” He picked up his walking stick, put on the airs of a chief official, and hobbled away again. A’Xiu chased after him shouting: “Don’t go! Why is His Majesty surrounding Hongluo Mountain?”

This shout was really loud, like thunder. All the guests around couldn’t help but exclaim and turn to look. Yang Shaoqi pulled him back and scolded: “No fooling around! Go quickly and accompany Grandmother.” A’Xiu only wanted to find Iron Foot Uncle and moaned: “Uncle, I really need to urinate – it’s so urgent!” Yang Shaoqi reproached: “Still want to play? Do you know how anxious your mother was looking for you everywhere this afternoon? You’re not allowed to go!” He immediately shouted: “Old Cai! Old Cai!” The old steward hurried over: “What’s wrong with Second Master now?”

Yang Shaoqi took out a token: “Go find a guard – remember to pick one with high martial arts skills to watch him carefully and absolutely not let him run around again.” Seeing he was about to be imprisoned, A’Xiu couldn’t help but cry out in alarm: “Uncle! What… what are you doing?”

Yang Shaoqi took A’Xiu’s hand and said to Old Cai: “Hurry up and go!” Old Cai hurried off while A’Xiu struggled and refused, crying: “No! Don’t lock me up!” Yang Shaoqi said seriously: “A’Xiu, behave! Tonight really isn’t the time for jokes!” He personally dragged A’Xiu to look for family members when someone called: “Shaoqi! We’re over here!” Turning to look, he saw a pavilion with a banner reading “Prince Shouxiang.” Looking behind the pavilion, Gu Qianxi had already helped Old Lady Yang sit down, while Qiong Fang still stood to the side, lost in thought.

Seeing Yang Shaoqi escorting A’Xiu over, Gu Qianxi came forward: “What’s wrong? Is there business in your department?” Yang Shaoqi sighed: “Yes, tonight is too chaotic – I need to go over. I’ve already asked Old Cai to find someone to watch him – absolutely cannot let this child get lost again.”

Gu Qianxi said: “Alright, you go about your business. I’m here.” She took Qiong Fang’s arm and said gently: “Little sister, please sit.” Then she reached out and pulled A’Xiu back, ignoring his crying and pressing him into a chair – all that was missing were handcuffs and shackles.

At this time, both the Wu and Yang families had taken their seats, but they were extremely far apart. The Wu family sat behind Prince Tang’s pavilion, closest to the Emperor, while the Yang family was far away at Prince Shouchun’s pavilion, farthest from the golden platform – truly at opposite ends of the earth. A’Xiu lowered his head and shed tears, unable to care about anything else, his heart only concerned with Iron Foot Uncle. Seeing that Wu Chongqing had appeared earlier but Uncle hadn’t come to speak, perhaps he had left again. While he was sniffling and looking for someone, he heard distant shouts: “Prince Shouchun arrives!”

“The Tatar Prince arrives!” “The Prince and Crown Prince of the Timurid Khanate arrive!” “Prince Lu! Prince Lu’s heir arrives!” Amid the continuous shouting, noble guests arrived one after another, each more impressive than the last. Temple gate bronze gongs rang out as soldiers ran about busily while eunuchs carried tea and water everywhere, afraid of neglecting anyone.

The Shen period ended and the You period began – princes entered the scene from all directions. A’Xiu’s side also had someone arrive. In a crowd of people, a thin small child about the same age as himself led the way – he was actually the “Prince Shouchun.” His clothes even had patches, seeming like a pauper. Walking to the front of the pavilion, he made a deep bow as all the guests stood up together and said: “We pay respects to Prince Shouxiang.”

The little prince said: “Please sit, everyone. Today I am honored to share a table with all distinguished guests – this prince is extremely delighted.”

This “Prince Shouxiang” was about A’Xiu’s age but spoke in an old-fashioned way, seeming hundreds of times more sensible than A’Xiu. Seeing the plaza becoming livelier with martial arts figures entering from all directions – Shaolin Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Mount Emei – it was truly overwhelming. A’Xiu looked left and right and should have been excited, but now without Iron Foot Uncle, everything lacked flavor. While shedding tears, he heard talking from the neighboring pavilion as a guard announced names: “Du Dexian, Feng Degao, Ye Dekai, Hou Dezhang…”

Hearing these voices, Qiong Fang couldn’t help but exclaim “ah” and immediately craned her neck to look. A’Xiu also wiped his tears and glanced over to see a banner flying over the neighboring pavilion with two large characters: “Prince Chuan.” During the roll call, disciples came forward one by one to answer and each received a silk sash to tie around their arms. Then the guard said: “Lu Deli, Lu Deyi, and attendant Chen Defu.”

The two pavilions were very close – that one was “Prince Chuan” while this one was “Prince Shouchun.” Seeing that Prince Chuan’s heir had not yet arrived and Su Ying was still nowhere to be seen, Qiong Fang lowered her head again as if in a daze while Gu Qianxi beside her held her hand and whispered in her ear.

In the chaos with everyone looking for people, A’Xiu also looked around everywhere for Iron Foot Uncle when he heard the guard’s voice drift over: “All sit properly! All sit properly! Bring the swords and sabers over!” He took out sealing strips and pasted them one by one on the disciples’ weapons, then said: “Remember, the high platform ahead is where His Majesty sits – those carrying swords and sabers absolutely must not approach within three feet or your three clans will be exterminated! When His Majesty arrives, remember to kneel properly or ten clans will be exterminated! Don’t fart, don’t burp – if His Majesty doesn’t grant you a seat, you must stand, or seventy-nine clans will be exterminated!” A disciple murmured: “Why seventy-nine clans?” The guard sneered: “Not happy it’s not a round number? For you kid, I guarantee a thousand clans will be exterminated.”

A’Xiu heard the crude and strange way of speaking and quickly focused his gaze. His heart immediately filled with wild joy: “It’s Iron Foot Uncle!”

This Qin Zhonghai had remarkable abilities – somehow he had gotten this assignment and was actually here calling roll and announcing names with great seriousness. A’Xiu was extremely happy and afraid he hadn’t seen him, was about to shout loudly to attract attention when he heard Mother say: “What’s wrong?” A’Xiu quickly said: “I… I’m hungry.” Mother believed him and actually took out meat buns from a small bundle, first giving them to Old Grandmother, then giving two to Qiong Fang, and even saved three for A’Xiu, smiling as she whispered in his ear: “Be careful – you can’t eat meat in the temple, don’t let the masters see.”

While they were talking, Prince Chuan’s pavilion shouted again: “Everyone be careful! The demon dog is coming again!”

A’Xiu looked down and saw a black dog by Qiong Fang’s feet – it was the mortal enemy of “Broom Fu.” He was excitedly wagging his tail, not knowing if he recognized Qiong Fang or the buns, just jumping and leaping everywhere like a mad dog.

It was now the beginning of the You period, around dinner time. People in all the pavilions were eating, as it seemed tonight would drag on until midnight. While eating buns, he suddenly heard Old Cai say: “Madam, I found a guard – do you think he’ll do?”

A’Xiu turned around and saw someone with his official hat pulled low, bowing – wasn’t it Iron Foot Uncle?

A’Xiu’s heart filled with wild joy – truly inviting the fox to guard the henhouse! Of all people Old Cai could find, he actually invited the demon king to watch the child! Seeing Mother exclaim in surprise as she looked up and down at Iron Foot Uncle, A’Xiu’s heart jumped in alarm, afraid she would see through the disguise, and quickly cried loudly: “Mother! Drive him away! This man is bad! A’Xiu doesn’t want him following!”

At these words, Mother’s attention was indeed distracted as she held A’Xiu’s hand and gently instructed: “Be good, tonight you really can’t run around – bear with it, alright?” A’Xiu cried and refused while secretly glancing back, seeing Old Cai walk to Iron Foot Uncle’s side and say with a low smile: “Brother Guard, this child is rather naughty – please take extra care to watch him closely.” He brought over a bench: “Sit, please sit.”

A’Xiu became excited – with Iron Foot Uncle right behind him and Mother beside him, now he truly lacked nothing! His mood greatly improved as he immediately turned around: “Uncle, aren’t you looking for Wu Chongqing…” Mother heard him speaking and couldn’t help but pause slightly: “What? Who’s looking for Wu Chongqing?” At this time the pavilion was full of mad dogs running around and guests talking loudly in complete chaos. A’Xiu quickly said: “Nothing… nothing, the pavilion is so noisy.” Still thinking about how to pass messages, his ears filled with buzzing sounds as he heard a voice say: “Be careful – your mother recognizes me, just hasn’t remembered yet. Don’t be too conspicuous.”

A’Xiu’s heart pounded as he quickly nodded, then heard the voice say: “This is sound transmission – outsiders can’t hear it. If you hear me speaking, pick your nose.” A’Xiu lowered his voice and whispered: “Should I pick the left side or right side?”

Mother heard the strange words and paused again: “What?” A’Xiu’s face reddened as he could only stick both hands in his nose, about to wipe them on Qiong Fang when Mother took out a handkerchief: “Take this.”

A’Xiu blew his nose, only wanting to pass messages to Iron Foot Uncle, but with Mother supervising beside him and no paper or pen, what could he do? Glancing over, he suddenly saw Qiong Fang lowering her head to pet the little dog, her eyes seeming to glisten with tears. A flash of inspiration struck as he quickly said: “Aunt Fang, are… are you alright?” Qiong Fang sighed silently: “Not good.”

A’Xiu frowned: “Not good? Then you should go find Wu Chongqing to talk – isn’t he waiting for you?” Qiong Fang frowned: “I should find Wu Chongqing to talk? Who told you that?” A’Xiu said blankly: “You told me yesterday! You said to enter the forest you first need to find Wu Chongqing to borrow something. How come he’s been here so long and you still haven’t gone?”

Qiong Fang was puzzled: “What forest? Borrow what?” A’Xiu made vague responses then suddenly said: “Wait, let me listen more clearly.” He bent his waist sideways and frowned in concentration: “What? Speak louder.” Qiong Fang was annoyed: “What exactly are you doing?” A’Xiu whispered: “I’m listening to sound transmission – don’t interrupt first.” While concentrating, Qiong Fang had already leaned her head over and shouted loudly: “WAH!”

A’Xiu covered his ears in pain: “What… what are you doing?” Qiong Fang glared at him and ignored him, but at this moment buzzing sounds really did come to her ears: “Kid, don’t rush – we missed the opportunity earlier and now can’t get through.”

A’Xiu exclaimed in surprise, somewhat confused, and tugged at Qiong Fang desperately bothering her: “Wait, what do you mean by ‘missed the opportunity’? Could you explain more clearly?” Qiong Fang was full of worries and just wanted to sit quietly, but being repeatedly bothered by the little brat was truly annoying. She flung her sleeve and was about to get up and leave the pavilion when Gu Qianxi quickly said: “Little sister, don’t be angry – come, come, come, let’s switch seats.” Just as she was about to get up and change places, heavy footsteps sounded in the field as batch after batch of soldiers arrived, all stationed on both sides of the plaza.

All the guests turned around. Seeing these soldiers were neither Golden Guards nor Imperial Forest Guards but all carried firearms, everyone felt something was wrong. A’Xiu was also startled, not knowing why these soldiers had come. Could they have discovered Iron Foot Uncle? While afraid, he heard the voice say: “Don’t worry, they’re not here to arrest me.” A’Xiu mumbled: “Then… then this is…” The voice said: “Ask your mother to borrow a mirror.”

A’Xiu made an “oh” sound: “Mother, do you have a mirror?” Seeing Mother ignore him, he cried and made a fuss: “Want a mirror! Want a mirror!” Qiong Fang angrily said: “Can’t you stop talking?” Mother also reached out to hit him: “Not a bit proper – sit still.”

A’Xiu rolled on the ground screaming like a slaughtered pig when a nearby official lady said: “I… I have a mirror here.” She took out a small round mirror and handed it over. A’Xiu was delighted and took it. Just as he was about to hold up the mirror to look at himself, Iron Foot Uncle instructed again: “Shine it toward the roof behind you.” A’Xiu made an “mm” sound and raised the mirror upward, suddenly seeing several black shadows crouching on the roof right behind the Huashan pavilion. A’Xiu’s heart jumped in alarm as he heard Iron Foot Uncle say: “I’m not clear what’s happening either, but these people came for Huashan.”

A’Xiu stared blankly at the mirror, seeing the black-clothed people on the roof concentrating and watching – they were indeed staring at the Huashan disciples. But what exactly were they looking for? While confused, he suddenly heard shouting from the field: “Marquis Weibu, Grand Commander of the Zhengtong Army, Wu Dingyuan arrives!”

Loud footsteps came from the field as a great general of the nation walked to the front of the golden platform. Gong Zhi had already stepped forward to receive him while Yan Ting, Wu Chongqing, and Hua Mei all stood up. A’Xiu realized Uncle Wu had arrived and was about to put away the mirror when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise – behind the black-clothed people, another shadow had rushed past, silent as a ghost. Not only had the black-clothed people not noticed, even Iron Foot Uncle was unaware.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the sparrow behind – A’Xiu was filled with terror, not knowing what divine being had arrived. He saw the shadow come to behind their own pavilion and suddenly freeze motionless, allowing A’Xiu to see clearly – the newcomer was actually that “Three-Eyed Uncle”!

A’Xiu was uncertain whether he should notify Iron Foot Uncle when at this moment someone patted his shoulder. A’Xiu turned to look and nearly jumped out of his skin – this person had a short beard on his lips. Wasn’t this the “Grand Secretary of Zhongji Hall” Yang Suguan, whom he called “sir” with his mouth but cursed as “grandson” in his heart, arriving in person? (Wonderful!! Wonderful!! Ten years later, all of “Watching the Sea and Distant Clouds” are present!! Gathered in one hall!!!)

A’Xiu was scared out of his wits and was about to flee when Qiong Fang beside him moved first, turning to leave. But Yang Suguan reached out to stop her, whispering in her ear: “It’s alright, I’m here.” Seeing Qiong Fang’s pale face and slight trembling, A’Xiu was confused and didn’t understand what was happening when he heard shouting from the hall entrance: “Duke of England, Imperial Walker of Qianqing Palace, National Uncle Qiong Wuchuan arrives!”

From the Heavenly King Hall came a row of scholars led by a prince holding high a red tray with a dragon-headed steel whip on it. Then came a row of household officials – the left row all wore swords and were Huashan swordsmen like Fu Yuanying and Lu Yingchang, while the right row held jade scepters and were Ziyun Pavilion scholars. Among them, one person led a child by the hand – it was “Prince Chuan’s heir” Zhu Zhizai.

The plaza quieted down as an old man slowly emerged from the Heavenly King Hall wearing a fire-phoenix bright red robe, breathing heavily and lowering his head as he crossed the threshold. Fu Yuanying and others quickly rushed forward whispering: “Master, watch your step.”

The National Uncle arrived at the venue, but no one came forward to greet him because everyone knew an even more important figure was coming behind.

Clang, clang – gongs sounded as footsteps came from the Great Buddha Hall. An old eunuch emerged – it was the current “Seal-Bearing Eunuch,” East Factory Director Fang Wannian. He held a jade tray and came to the imperial platform, kneeling and holding the tray above his head. All the guests could clearly see a green square seal on the tray – it was the “Seal of Zhengtong.”

The Imperial Jade Seal had arrived. In an instant, the eight princes and eight heirs in the eight pavilions all stood up, and all the guests in the venue also stood. A’Xiu was dazed for a long while, not knowing what to do, until Father pulled him up.

“His Majesty arrives!” In an instant, regardless of monks or Daoists, old or young, everyone faced the Purple Forbidden North Pole, knelt down together and shouted: “Long live our Emperor! Long live! Long, long live!”

In the complete silence, distant and shadowy footsteps came from the direction of the great hall. A’Xiu looked up blankly and saw an old man approaching from afar wearing dragon robes, his left hand holding a cat, his right hand carrying a walking stick, slowly stepping onto the golden platform: “Fang Wannian.”

Director Fang quickly knelt down and said in a shrill voice: “This slave is here.” The old man said indifferently: “Has the Empress not arrived yet?” Director Fang whispered: “Little Fuzi has already gone to invite her.” The old man sat down, took a memorial from his bosom, threw it onto the imperial platform with a slap and said: “When all under heaven are guilty, the guilt lies with the emperor.”

He smiled and bent forward, whispering: “Do you think this saying makes sense?”