Doted By The Regent King

Chapter 1749: Chapter 1687: Repaying Kindness

This year’s winter in Nanyue is particularly cold, with continuous heavy snow for several days. It is said that quite a few people have frozen to death in dilapidated temples, and many villages have had their houses crushed by the snow. Rivers have all turned to ice, and roads are blocked by snow.

Of course, such things happen mostly in the suburbs of the capital or some small villages. Meanwhile, the bustling Changan City remains vibrant and lively, full of prosperity. Compared to those hungry and cold refugees, their lives are flourishing and lavish.

The New Year passed quietly just like that.

Because of bereavement in Wufu’s family, this New Year was not very lively, with not a hint of festivity. Everyone just gathered for a meal, and then the year was over.

Due to mourning, Wufu was not in a position to visit and pay respects everywhere, and everyone understood her situation, not blaming her.

After the Lantern Festival, Wufu found a day to hold a memorial ceremony, cremating Madam Zhou’s remains, preparing to accompany Hua Wushuang to the Mei Family.

Zhou Xueli also participated in this ceremony for the souls of water and land. Once it was over, Wufu sent people to escort them back to Wozi Village and gave them a sum of silver.

"Wufu, this is unnecessary. What you gave us before is enough for us to live without worries." Zhou Xueli declined.

Wufu said, "This year’s snow is heavy. Many villages have suffered disasters. Some say there may be a great disaster this year. Keep the silver close at hand!"

"Wufu..."

"Think of it as mother’s kind intent. She was not born as Mrs. Zhou; she is also your flesh and blood sister, and you have only her as your sister." Wufu said plainly, "Once I bury mother next to the grave of the Mei Family’s Old Madam, I will go directly to Beiyan. Whether we can meet again in the future is uncertain."

Zhou Xueli’s expression changed.

"This silver is for honoring you. Buying more farmland and storing some grains in reliable places is never wrong." Wufu looked at him and said, "To prevent being caught unprepared by disaster or future changes, you won’t lack food!"

Zhou Xueli listened, his face changed again and again, and after a long pause, he said, "Wufu, I’m a useless uncle with no skills, only making trouble for you. I’m sorry. I will listen to you, and I will take care of Yongyong and them well, rest assured."

Wufu nodded: "Not much else to say. If truly in difficulty, you can transmit messages or seek help at Li’s Blacksmith Shop in Willow Tree Alley on West Street in Huayang County."

"I’ll remember!"

Wufu said, "Then you shall be on your way!"

Zhou Xueli reluctantly said, "Take care of yourself, Wufu."

Wufu tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Xueli boarded the carriage, looking at Wufu one last time, only feeling that the few silver notes in his arms were as hot as fire, warming his heart and making his eyes moist.

As Wufu said, after this departure, for the rest of life, they may never meet again, or perhaps when they do, he would be very old.

Still, this uncle-nephew sentiment he must embrace, no matter how brief.

He looked at Wufu with both sorrow and gratitude in his heart. In truth, the Zhou family owes her much gratitude.

Wufu waved with a smile.

The carriage wheels began to roll, then stopped. The curtain was lifted, revealing Zhou Xiuer’s pale face.

She looked at Wufu, her lips moved, and she knelt inside the carriage to bow her head, saying, "Wufu, I’m sorry."

Wufu was stunned for a moment, then after a while, said, "Make good choices for yourself!"

Zhou Xiuer’s tears fell, watching her turn and leave, the figure disappearing.

No word of forgiveness, no words of sarcasm, just a sentence to make good choices for oneself. Henceforth, each on their own path, perhaps never to be involved again.

Zhou Xueli sighed, dropped the curtain, and instructed the coachman at the helm of the vehicle, "Let’s go!"

A farewell, till we meet again.