My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 105 - 92 Retrieve Tomorrow (Please collect! Please vote!)

Chapter 105: Chapter 92 Retrieve Tomorrow (Please collect! Please vote!)

Gao Yi heard his words, immediately turned around, and glanced at Liu Sanbian with a slight sigh.

He sat down again, looking straight into Liu Sanbian’s eyes, “You’ve just returned, and I feared you’d be distressed, ah well, I’ll tell you what I know.”

Liu Sanbian nodded without speaking.

“Half a year ago, your father submitted a memorial impeaching the current Grand Secretary, Prime Minister Qin.”

Gao Yi looked up and found that Liu Sanbian’s face was expressionless, not at all surprised.

“As you know, back in the day, Great Wei was under the control of treacherous court officials. Your father was punished for speaking out, sentenced to the prison and then exiled to the army, becoming a humble schoolteacher. Later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, Prime Minister Qin eliminated the corrupt officials, rectified heaven and earth, and reinstated the former ministers, including your father.”

“Therefore, your father’s impeachment of Prime Minister Qin caused quite a stir. I’m not clear about the specifics in the memorial, but I heard it mainly listed the crimes of the Qin family of Langxi, one of which accused Prime Minister Qin of lax discipline with his son. Qin Ji, his only child, behaved recklessly and brutally, oppressed the weak, and brought disaster upon the people of Liangjing…”

“Though the memorial had a strong reaction, it had no substantial effect on Prime Minister Qin. The Emperor of Wei ignored the document, and Prime Minister Qin remained greatly favored. Moreover, Prime Minister Qin merely laughed it off and did not reprimand your father.”

“But then.”

Gao Yi paused.

“One day, Qin Ji was wandering the east of the city with his entourage and encountered your father eating at a noodle shop on the street. Afterwards… perhaps because of the memorial, Qin Ji, egged on by his henchmen, got into an argument with your father and accidentally…”

Gao Yi let out a long sigh and didn’t continue.

He looked at Liu Sanbian’s face, to find that he remained neither joyful nor sorrowful, “Sanbian, the departed are gone, grieve not…”

“How did he die?”

Liu Sanbian suddenly spoke up, “What do you mean by ‘accidentally’?”

Gao Yi pursed his lips, “I heard that the young ruffian intended to scare your father with a riding whip, and then… it struck his head.”

Gao Yi uttered a lament, tightly seizing his old friend’s hand, his voice filled with hatred, “Those two originators who instigated the matter at Qin Ji’s side have been locked up in the prison by Prime Minister Qin and met with a lingering death.”

“Qin Ji received family discipline from Prime Minister Qin, and bowed his head in apology in front of your father’s coffin.”

“The Emperor of Wei was also furious, stripping all of Qin Ji’s hereditary official positions. Afterwards, he posthumously honored and ennobled your father.”

“Filled with shame for failing to properly teach his son and being too embarrassed to hold office, Prime Minister Qin has submitted his resignation three times in a row, but each time he was persuaded to stay by the Emperor of Wei and the entire court.”

“And the Qin family of Langxi compensated with one hundred thousand taels of gold. Hmm, since your father lived alone without direct relatives, the entire sum was paid to your two brothers who had already embarked on official careers and established their own families outside.”

“Moreover, due to this matter, the court and the Qin family feel guilty, and I believe your brothers will have a smooth career in the future.”

Gao Yi patted the silent and expressionless Liu Sanbian’s hand and said solemnly:

“Old brother knows you’re grieving, and I’d like to join you in taking that young scoundrel’s life.”

“But, this is already the best outcome.”

“They are the top-tier wealthy family of Langxi from Great Wei, and Prime Minister Qin is a Great Cultivator in the Golden Core Realm of the Confucian path…”

“Your father’s funeral was conducted with great dignity and splendor, and your two brothers accepted the Qin family’s apology.”

“My brother, the deceased are gone, and life goes on.”

Gao Yi’s voice was somewhat choked, and his gaze looked anxiously at his silent friend before him.

Thinking for a moment, Gao Yi wanted to say more, but seeing Liu Sanbian’s eyelids tighten as he stared at the ground, he sighed softly and remained silent.

In the hall, silence ensued for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Gao Yi exhaled a breath, forcing a smile on his face, “Let’s put aside these thoughts for today. We haven’t seen each other in so long, let’s have a good catch-up.”

“How have you been living in Yunshui Cave these years? I’ve heard from friends it’s quite interesting there.”

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Liu Sanbian pursed his lips, glanced out the window, and replied softly, “Not bad.”

Gao Yi’s eyes widened slightly, and he tilted his head back with interest, “What’s your cultivation level now, you scamp? When you left, you were on the verge of breaking through to the Ninth Grade Martial Artist. By now, you must be at least Sixth Grade, right?”

The grim-faced man pulled back his gaze from the window, turned towards his old friend and said, “I was supposed to reach Sixth Grade, and even Fifth Grade wasn’t impossible. But because of an incident, I injured my physique, and now I’m only at Seventh Grade.”

Gao Yi frowned, “How could you be so careless? The path of Martial Arts is already difficult for us Martial Artists, and the foundation of our physique is of utmost importance. How could you allow yourself to sustain such hidden injuries!”

However, the man with thick brows and big eyes dressed in black robes soon sighed and said, “But that’s better than this foolish brother. Over the years, managing the villa and sticking my nose into other’s business has earned me the empty title of ‘Yi Baoyun’, yet it has held back my progress in Martial Arts. My cultivation has made little advance, and I’m only at the Eighth Grade now. I don’t even know if I can catch up to you in this lifetime!”

After saying this, seeming to grow angrier the more he thought about it, Gao Yi laughed and cursed at Liu Sanbian a few times.

Later, Gao Yi found some topics to reminisce about, but they didn’t chat for long before Liu Sanbian suddenly got up to take his leave.

Gao Yi didn’t try to stop him and saw him off down Juyi Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the two said farewell, and Liu Sanbian turned to leave.

Gao Yi stood in place, watching the gradually receding figure of his old friend, with whom he had rampaged through the jianghu in his youth.

Back then, he liked to dress smartly in green clothes with a sword at his side, while Liu Sanbian didn’t care much for his appearance, rough and unkempt.

They didn’t seem like they would travel the same path, but they got along surprisingly well.

Sometimes they would scheme together; one would play the role of a vicious bandit abducting a girl, the other would play the young and promising hero who swoops in to save the damsel in distress.

Sometimes, when they had no money for drinks, they’d go to a tavern and drink without paying. Later, they’d be held to wash dishes or keep watch at the tavern for a month, which also meant a month’s worth of free drinks.

Sometimes, they would draw their swords to aid in an injustice, only to mess things up and end up being chased all over the mountains.

“Sanbian.”

Gao Yi suddenly spoke up.

Liu Sanbian stopped and turned back.

“Could you stay and have a drink with me?”

Liu Sanbian remained silent.

Gao Yi squinted his eyes.

Then, with a serious tone, he said, “If you need any help, you can come to me.”

He added, “Just like the old times.”

Liu Sanbian nodded, then turned and left.

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That evening,

Twenty miles outside Liangjing City, there was a lone grave situated between the lush greenery of Qingshan.

The whole grave was constructed with solemn grandeur.

It was nearing nightfall, and the silence was profound.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure carrying a basket came to the grave.

He squatted down, bowed his head, and from the basket took out several dishes, laying them out one by one in front of the gravestone.

There was soy-sauce beef, salty cucumbers, and peanuts.

All were favorites of the deceased.

Of course, these were just accompaniments to the drinks, which were the deceased’s true love.

The shadowy figure took out two jars of wine.

One he drank from.

The other he poured out.

At a certain moment,

The shadowy figure rubbed his bleary eyes, looked around the grave, and suddenly felt that something was missing.

It wasn’t something to eat or drink, but he felt it was essential.

No matter.

He would retrieve it tomorrow.