#111 - Princess Roan

Actually, this little boy named Wang Ran had been secretly glancing at Ah Chun, who was sitting in the courtyard meditating, his face full of longing.

It seemed he wanted to learn martial arts.

Wei Changtian pondered for a moment and asked Li Suyue, "Madam, have you ever taken him to open his meridians?"

"This…"

Li Suyue hesitated for a long time before whispering, "No, I don't want Ran'er to follow his father's path."

"…"

Wei Changtian understood instantly.

Perhaps in Li Suyue's view, if her deceased husband hadn't cultivated, he wouldn't have become a镖师 (镖师 - Biāoshī - bodyguard/escort), and if he hadn't become a 镖师, he wouldn't have encountered bandits and died.

This idea wasn't wrong, but she might not be able to think from another perspective—if her man hadn't cultivated, would her life necessarily be better than it is now?

This is the same as many wives in the previous life complaining that their husbands "only know how to work and don't spend time with them."

Many things cannot be had at the same time; getting some things is always accompanied by losing some things.

Wei Changtian wasn't one to lecture others, so he didn't say any of this to Li Suyue at this moment, but just nodded.

"I understand, it's good that way."

"Yes, I don't ask for Ran'er to have much of a future…"

Li Suyue sighed softly, "I only wish him peace and safety."

…

Soon, Li Suyue took her son away gratefully, saying she would go back to tidy up and come to "work" in the afternoon.

Wei Changtian didn't care, anyway, he was only doing this to create opportunities for Zhang San and Li Suyue to interact, and didn't expect the latter to actually do much work.

But Zhang San didn't know the reason, so as soon as the mother and son left, he hurriedly asked, "Young Master, I'm a rough man, why would I need someone to serve me?"

Wei Changtian didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile, "What do you think of this woman, Li Suyue?"

"Which aspect are you referring to, Young Master?"

"All aspects."

"This humble one dare not say for sure, but from what I can see, she is a virtuous wife and loving mother."

"What about her appearance?"

"Not bad either."

"Hmm…"

Wei Changtian nodded, his smile even wider, "Zhang San, I heard from Wang Er that you are unmarried, right?"

"This…"

Zhang San was stunned instantly, "Young, Young Master, you wouldn't be thinking…?"

"What do you think?"

Wei Changtian said noncommittally, "You're not young anymore, you can't stay a bachelor forever. If you think this Li Suyue is okay, you might as well try to get to know her better."

"Of course, if you want to find a virgin, that's fine too. I'll keep an eye out for you in the future."

"…"

Zhang San never expected that Wei Changtian would actually find him a wife, and his mind was filled with complex thoughts for a moment.

As an outlaw, he had spent most of his life escaping and committing crimes, until Wang Er fished him out of Dali Temple and joined the Gongjuhui (共济会 - Gòngjì huì - Freemasons), which could be considered a relatively stable life.

And now he actually had the opportunity to start a family?

Although the girls in the brothels were all young and beautiful, with superb skills.

But Zhang San still yearned for the kind of thing as "marrying a wife," after all, this kind of spiritual sustenance was especially tempting for someone like him who had his head tied to his belt.

As for the fact that Li Suyue was a widow, he wasn't unable to accept it either. As long as she could still give birth, other problems weren't a big deal.

"If you two can really make it, I will personally be your wedding witness!"

"…"

Hearing this, Zhang San's eyes suddenly froze.

He opened his mouth but didn't say a word, but bowed deeply to Wei Changtian.

…

…

Afternoon.

After half an hour's carriage ride, Wei Changtian and Liang Zhen finally met Ning Qingyu, the "Prince Shun," one of the four princes of Da Ning, in the Shun Wang Mansion.

A sickly-looking middle-aged man.

It is said that this prince usually loves poetry the most, and his attainments are not low, having written many widely circulated works.

If he had been allowed to ascend the throne at that time, it is estimated that he could have been compared with the Last Emperor of the Southern Tang in the previous life.

But this was a good thing for Wei Changtian, after all, he was now a somewhat famous figure in the Da Ning poetry world, so as soon as he arrived at the Wang Mansion, he received an ultra-enthusiastic reception from Ning Qingyu.

"I have long heard of Young Master Wei's poetic name, and now I finally get to see him, it is really a great honor!"

Inside the magnificent hall, Ning Qingyu sat in the main seat, the smile on his face almost overflowing, without the airs that a prince should have.

Of course, no matter how Ning Qingyu behaved, Wei Changtian certainly couldn't be all smiles.

"Your Highness is too kind."

"Hahaha, Young Master Wei doesn't need to be so modest!"

Ning Qingyu pointed to a piece of calligraphy behind him, which actually wrote the poem "Clouds evoke the image of her dress, flowers reflect her face."

"Based on this poem alone, Young Master's talent surpasses 99% of the scholars in Da Ning!"

Indeed, if Li Bai himself were here, I guess none of you could compare.

Wei Changtian muttered to himself, still maintaining a humble attitude on the surface, constantly trying to shift the topic away from "poetry."

But Ning Qingyu had no interest in anything else, and after chatting for a few sentences, he returned to poetry, and earnestly asked Wei Changtian how to write good poems.

Wei Changtian didn't know a damn thing about writing poetry, let alone writing good poems.

He dealt with a bunch of nonsense for a long time, and finally couldn't resist Ning Qingyu's repeated questions, so he casually said a sentence with some perfunctory intention.

"Fine lines are born of heaven, clever hands obtain them by chance."

Wei Changtian's original intention was to say that Lao Tzu writes poetry entirely by copying, there are no skills, so stop asking.

But who knew that Ning Qingyu's eyes lit up after hearing this, as if he had obtained some treasure, and immediately clamored to write it down.

"Someone! Quickly call Ke'er here!"

Ke'er?

Hearing this name, the impatience in Wei Changtian's heart disappeared, and he instantly became energetic.

On the way here, Liang Zhen had given him a detailed introduction to Ning Qingyu's family situation. He had no sons, only three unmarried daughters.

The oldest one was just eighteen this year, named Ning Yuke, with the title "Rou'an."

Although I don't know what this Princess Rou'an looks like, her status alone is attractive enough…

It's not easy to transmigrate once, if there is a chance to "ride a princess", I still have to try it.

"Squeak ~"

Soon, the door slowly opened in Wei Changtian's expectant gaze, and a graceful figure entered the room.

But at the same time, Wei Changtian's idea of "riding a princess" also dissipated for the most part.

The reason is simple, this Princess Rou'an doesn't look good.

Actually, it's not that she's ugly, it's mainly that there is a long scar on her left face, which does look a bit hideous at first glance.

Wei Changtian glanced at the equally surprised Liang Zhen with some strangeness, and at this moment, Ning Yuke, who had just entered the room, also trembled.

She hurriedly turned her back, and when she turned back, she was already wearing a veil.

"Fa, Father, why didn't you say there were guests at home…"