Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 250 - 183: Lingshan Sword Immortal Returns Again (3)

Chapter 250: Chapter 183: Lingshan Sword Immortal Returns Again (3)

"Qiuling, you should go in. I won’t go inside."

"This is the medicinal liquid of the Nanhua Twin Grass. I’ve refined it, and you can take it to Sister Xuan; it should help with her injuries."

Hu Mei’Er said as she handed the Jade Bottle over to Wei Qiuling.

"Master, Patriarch."

"Madam invites you inside."

At that moment, a maid rushed out from the courtyard, bowed, and then looked at Hu Mei’Er, saying, "Madam Hu, Madam also wishes to see you."

Clearly, the noise at the entrance had already reached Zhao Xuan.

Upon hearing this, Wei Qiuling handed the Jade Bottle back to her, saying, "Let’s go together."

Everyone followed the maid’s guidance into the courtyard.

At this time, Zhao Xuan, pale-faced, was already seated in the pavilion within the courtyard, waiting.

Seeing Shen Yuan and the others arrive, she signaled the maid beside her to help her stand and bowed towards Shen Yuan:

"Father, your daughter-in-law has been disrespectful."

Shen Yuan released Shen Li from his arms and spoke, "Since you’re not well, don’t worry about these formalities, just sit."

After Zhao Xuan sat down, she nodded and smiled in greeting to Shen Wenxing and the others.

When her gaze fell upon Hu Mei’Er, her expression was somewhat complex, but she finally smiled and said, "Forgive me, sister, Chongxu was rude; after today, I will make sure he personally visits to apologize."

Hu Mei’Er shook her head repeatedly, approached, and handed over the Jade Bottle, "No need for such, sister."

"Sister is too weak; please drink this medicinal liquid quickly."

Zhao Xuan took the Jade Bottle, hesitated for a moment, and then drank the liquid inside.

The gentle medicinal power slowly unfolded within her, allowing her complexion to improve slightly.

Seeing this, a subtle smile appeared on Hu Mei’Er’s face.

Zhao Xuan sighed softly, looked at Hu Mei’Er and said, "Today, in front of Father and Brother, sister has something to say to you."

Hu Mei’Er nodded, "Please speak, sister."

Zhao Xuan continued, "Since you have married my husband, we are sisters."

"The other day, I wasn’t upset because of you and my husband."

"It’s only because..."

Zhao Xuan’s expression turned somewhat somber, and she lightly coughed twice, "It’s only because I guessed some things from your expression."

As she said this, her gaze turned sorrowfully towards Shen Yuan.

"Father, has my husband... passed away?"

Shen Yuan sighed quietly but said nothing.

Zhao Xuan saw this, and tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.

Seeing this, Wei Qiuling quietly moved to her side, ready to steady her emotions at any moment.

Zhao Xuan shook her head slightly, indicating she was fine.

"Ten years apart, I have nearly forgotten his appearance."

"All these years, it’s less about waiting for him and more about waiting for a letter of dismissal."

"I know he never truly wished to marry me..."

As Zhao Xuan spoke and her mournful expression was seen, Shen Yuan’s heart was filled with discomfort.

"Child, the Shen Family has let you down..."

Zhao Xuan shook her head slightly, "Father, the Shen Family has not mistreated your daughter-in-law."

"You and Mother have always treated me like a daughter, and as a daughter-in-law, I understand this."

After saying this, she turned again to Hu Mei’Er, "Can you tell me about your final moments with my husband?"

Hu Mei’Er hesitated for a moment but nodded, "If you wish, Mei’Er will tell you everything."

Seeing this, Shen Yuan slowly stood up, "You sisters have a good talk."

"Xuan, take care and don’t be too sad."

"You still have Chongxuan and Chongxu."

Zhao Xuan nodded lightly, watching Shen Yuan and the others leave.

In the courtyard, Hu Mei’Er recounted her memories with Shen Wenyan, including his final battle and death at Hundred Beasts Mountain.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan suddenly smiled sadly, "Who would have thought my husband had such a righteous spirit, we sisters should be grateful..."

Hu Mei’Er was somewhat taken aback.

"Sister, you..."

"I’m fine," Zhao Xuan smiled and shook her head, then looked at the well-behaved Shen Li beside her and softly said, "Li’Er, come, let Auntie hold you."

Shen Li looked up at Hu Mei’Er, then sheepishly approached Zhao Xuan, gently leaning against her leg.

Zhao Xuan gently raised her hand to stroke her cheek.

"Years ago, I wanted to have a daughter for my husband, but instead, I bore him two sons."

"Chongxuan takes after his father, now pursues the Literary Dao."

"Chongxu’s quirky temperament is somewhat like mine..."

Zhao Xuan talked gently about Shen Chongxuan and Shen Chongxu, her two sons.

Hu Mei’Er listened attentively, occasionally glancing towards the distant Shen Chongxu, who watched her cautiously, imagining what the scene would have been like if Shen Wenyan were alive and had returned with her.

Zhao Xuan’s voice grew ever softer.

The hand clasping Shen Li slowly slipped down.

"Auntie?"

Shen Li called out curiously, awakening Hu Mei’Er from her reverie.

Suddenly coming to, she felt Zhao Xuan’s breath fading away, her vitality becoming barely perceptible!

"Sister Xuan!"

Hu Mei’Er cried out!

"Auntie!"

The young Shen Li shook Zhao Xuan’s arm and called out.

From afar, seeing this, Shen Chongxu rushed forward.

He found his mother’s face adorned with a smile, her eyes already closed.

He stood frozen, eyes filled with tears, scarcely able to believe as he softly called out.

"Mother?"

Zhao Xuan had departed; she gave him no reply.

"Mother!!!"

Shen Chongxu’s tears cascaded, and he knelt down, clutching Zhao Xuan’s arm, weeping bitterly!

Hu Mei’Er too sank to the ground, kneeling.

Looking at the figure before her, leaning against the chairback, departing with a smile, tears streamed from her eyes.