Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 192 The Eve (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

I do not desire titles and honors; I only wish for calm seas.

There was silence.

After a long, long time... the crowd became restless. Some people laughed loudly, and then cried. Some just sighed repeatedly, not knowing what they were thinking. Some even wept bitterly.

The banquet for bestowing titles ended in this strange atmosphere.

As they were leaving, one official after another approached Song Yan and bowed in greeting, much more formally than when they arrived.

This gesture of respect was a sign of reverence for Song Yan.

"Being granted a title is not my wish, but I hope the seas are calm..." Song Yan did just that. Although he was not granted a title, he calmed the seas and restored a clear sky to the coastal people. They could not become such a person, but they admired him.

This ceremony is also a tribute to the irretrievable purity of youth.

But is it really impossible to find it again?

In some people's hearts, the shadows of the past seem to have returned in a hazy, indistinct way.

"Becoming a marquis is not my wish, I only wish for calm seas..." Countless times people have murmured this poem. A bitter look appeared on Fang Hai's face. Most aristocratic families are high and mighty. They maintain a reputation for benevolence but are actually arrogant in their hearts.

The same applies to Fang Hai.

He wanted to cling to Song Yan's coattails because Song Yan was worth clinging to. If Song Yan were any more ordinary, Fang Hai wouldn't have this attitude.

He had to admit that Song Yan's level of understanding was far beyond his own, and even more so beyond the reach of aristocratic families.

Perhaps, fame, fortune, beautiful women, and wealth are nothing but fleeting clouds in Song Yan's eyes, just like the yellow earth on the ground and the floating clouds in the sky. What he seeks is peace and prosperity for the country and tranquility for the people.

It's unimaginable how a sixteen-year-old boy could have such a mindset.
Fang Hai's face was a little red, perhaps because the situation was a bit special today and he had drunk a few more cups than usual. His eyes also became a little dazed. He gently patted Song Yan's shoulder and said, "Nephew, you truly deserve to be called the number one talent in Songzhou."

"No, this level of talent is worthy of being called the number one genius in Ningguo."

"This one sentence alone is enough to shame all scholars in the world."

He was still carrying a pot of yellow wine in his hand. Although he was already drunk, he still tilted his head back and took another swig, then let out a burp: "But my dear nephew, you should know that the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind!"

"Liaodong is not a good place. Don't... go there and never come back."

With his eyelids lowered, Song Yan picked up another wine jug and gulped down the entire jug of wine. He knew that Fang Hai was deliberately giving him a hint. Although he already had a lot of information, Song Yan was still very grateful that Fang Hai was willing to say this at this time.

"My enemy is not dead yet, and I still have someone to care about. How could I go and never return?"

"I'll come see you off again tomorrow when you set off." With a wave of his hand, Fang Hai turned and left without saying another word.

Fang Hai was the last guest.

With Fang Hai gone, only the maidservant responsible for cleaning remained in the large courtyard.

Looking up at the sky, the bright moon hangs high.

The drinking session was quite enjoyable, and before we knew it, it was late at night.

An elderly woman in her fifties or sixties was carefully putting away the poem "Tao Qian Shen Chu" (Deep in the Strategist's Manual). She was Lu Wan, the oldest maidservant by Luo Yuheng's side. She was waiting for the ink to dry so that she would probably arrange for a craftsman to frame it immediately.

The original manuscript of such a masterpiece is a family heirloom.

This is a poem by Qi Jiguang, but it's somewhat inappropriate to use it.

Having drunk quite a bit today, Song Yan felt a little unwell, so she shook her head, trying to clear her head, and then headed towards the backyard.

Cuiyun Courtyard.

This is the courtyard where Luo Yuheng lives.

As a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family, it's not appropriate for him to keep going to his mother-in-law's yard.

However, Song Yan's position in the Princess's mansion is somewhat special. He was once a pitiful boy who was sold by the Song family, but in just a few months, he has grown to a level that cannot be ignored.

Even though he still holds the status of a son-in-law, how many people would still dare to despise him for that?

The Princess dotes on her son-in-law, so no one would stop him from coming and going from Cuiyun Courtyard.

Although Song Yan was drunk, she did not forget the most basic rules. She had a maid announce her arrival, and only after receiving Luo Yuheng's permission did she step into the courtyard. Luo Yuheng was in her bedroom.

Tao Yun was serving him, with a bowl of hangover soup in front of him... to be honest, it wasn't very effective.

When Song Yan was drunk before, he drank a bowl of it, and his feeling could be summed up in one word: bitter. It was probably the extreme bitterness that temporarily distracted him from the numbing effect of alcohol; once the bitterness subsided, he was still drunk. Given Luo Yuheng's personality, he naturally couldn't stand such a taste. Therefore, although Tao Yun kept trying to persuade him, Luo Yuheng remained silent, not giving Tao Yun a single chance.

Upon seeing Song Yan appear, Tao Yun hurriedly said, "Young master, you should also persuade His Highness. He drank too much today, which may damage his health. Drinking some hangover soup would be good."

Song Yan smiled and said, "The hangover soup is useless, so it's fine not to drink it."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuheng immediately became smug, put his hands on his hips, and snorted as he looked at Tao Yun: "Did you hear that? Yan'er said that hangover soup is useless. Yan'er is a doctor, why don't you take it away?"

Tao Yun was helpless.

She glared at Song Yan and said, "I asked you to persuade the princess to sober up, not to stand up for her."
Also, Your Highness, you're a mother-in-law now, can't you be a little more composed in front of your son-in-law?

The eldest princess's words should be heeded, especially since the son-in-law is a renowned physician. If he says the hangover soup is useless, then it truly is. After Tao Yun left, Luo Yuheng turned to look at Song Yan, the smugness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a sorrowful reluctance.

He was indeed drunk; his body was limp and he couldn't muster any strength, so he slumped on the table, tilting his head and looking at Song Yan with bleary, drunken eyes.

As I watched, I couldn't help but smile foolishly again.

The way people behave when they're drunk is often quite outrageous.

If someone had a cell phone now and took a picture of Luo Yuheng drunk, it would probably become something like an embarrassing piece of history.

Luo Yuheng gestured with his lips toward Song Yan, indicating that Song Yan should sit next to him.

After Song Yan sat down, Luo Yuheng raised her slender arm and gently stroked Song Yan's face with a few fingers, occasionally pinching and tugging at it, as if she had found something fun to play with.

You're leaving tomorrow.

"Ah."

"How are everything prepared?"

"My mother has already prepared everything for me."

Luo Yuheng chuckled again, seemingly pleased with herself for being a very good mother: "Tomorrow, I won't see you off. I'm afraid I'll cry. I'm the eldest princess, and it would be very embarrassing if I cried."

Song Yan couldn't help but smile and said, "Mm."

"Banxia will go with you and take care of your daily life. That girl has been with me for a long time, so don't let her suffer any grievances."

"I will."

"You should still be careful with that girl from the Yang family. Although she probably won't be going back to the Yang family now, it's always good to be careful."

"I know."

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and Bu Yu are not enough to protect you. Let Tianyi go with you."

"Also, you're going to Liaodong, but that brat Tianyang hasn't made a move at all. He hasn't even asked to go with you. That's a bit strange. I guess he'll try to sneak into the three thousand heavy armor soldiers... You don't need to send him back then. Just take him with you."

"He is destined to become a fierce general who charges into battle; the Luo family mansion will never be able to confine him."

"I really hope you can stay by my side forever."

"Unfortunately, one by one, they all have to leave in the end."

In the end, I was all alone again.

Luo Yuheng kept talking on and on, as if he would never finish. Song Yan sat quietly beside him, listening and occasionally responding.

In short, he would agree to whatever Luo Yuheng said.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yan finally spoke up: "Mother."

"Ok?"

"In the afternoon, after that old eunuch said something to you, your complexion looked a little off. Has something happened to Emperor Ninghe?"

(End of this chapter)