Chapter 1220 – The Chuunibyou Young Man, Feng Huaiyu (Part 2)
Huang Song’s background was a significant weak point, making him unappealing to ordinary noble families.
At this moment, stepping into officialdom was just right—not only would it not lower his own status, but it would also provide Huang Song with assistance and increase his leverage.
If Huang Song waited until he had pacified the world to seek help, it would simply be icing on the cake; others might not even care.
Little did he know, Jiang Pengji, this bandit, unexpectedly came onto the scene, stirring up the increasingly clear situation and managing to turn things around beautifully in the end.
Dumbfounded, right?
Absolutely dumbfounded!
What about Feng Jue?
What basis did a poor and rootless Huang Song have to gain Feng Jue’s wholehearted support?
Tang Yao and Feng Jin originally had similar ideas; since Feng Jue had deviated so much from the norm, why not just go out on his own to become a lord and conquer the world?
Being a lord and a strategist at the same time would be a win-win!
If Feng Jue’s career flourished, the Feng clan would still be his most solid backing.
Isn’t this better than siding with Huang Song?
To put it simply, it’s like the super-rich second-generation not starting their own business but instead helping a regular middle-class kid build their empire.
Has their brain gone soggy?
In short, he couldn’t comprehend the thinking of a learning god.
“Feng Sanlang aiding Huang Song is neither for fame nor profit, and definitely not to fulfill ambitions and cleanse the world…” As Tang Yao pondered, a suspicious blush appeared on his face, and he weighed his words, “Perhaps he has another reason for assisting Huang Song? If Huang Song loses the battle, Feng Sanlang’s life might be safe, yet he could find himself ‘in captivity between a yard and inches, amidst the mountains and fields,’ achieving his desires.”
The more he spoke, the more convinced Tang Yao became of his judgment.
His hands rubbed together in excitement, as if he had discovered a juicy gossip.
What kind of look did Mr. Yuanjing have? Did he really fail to see through the ridiculous thoughts of his student?
According to Tang Yao’s logic, Feng Ren not punishing his silly son Feng Jue was due to a father’s genuine love, then Feng Jue wholeheartedly aiding Huang Song without any ulterior motives might also be some form of true love? Hehe—such a “flawless” logic is absolutely brilliant!
Mr. Yuanjing felt exhausted.
He vaguely understood the real reason why Feng Jue was helping Huang Song.
“Speaking of which, Feng Sanlang is rather similar to my younger self—”
Tang Yao gasped, looking up at Yuan Jing.
“Similar?”
“Very similar.” Mr. Yuanjing chuckled, “Highly talented, proud, arrogant, and self-absorbed. Because nothing seemed difficult for him, he developed the belief that ‘everyone is foolish while I alone am wise.’ On one hand, he thinks nothing in the world can stump him; on the other, he tirelessly seeks things that might humble him. My path of ‘promoting students far and wide’ naturally stems from this thought.”
Feeling too clever, he needed to find something challenging to trip him up; otherwise, life would be terribly dull.
Life is so long—does one really want to waste it being bored?
Forget being dejected; let’s get hyped up!
Of course, such naïve thoughts are typically held only in youth.
After years of growth and reflection, Mr. Yuanjing genuinely enjoyed the feeling of educating and nurturing others, diligently following his own path.
Feng Jue was likely much the same.
“For Feng Sanlang, helping someone unlikely rise to power must be a wonderfully intriguing endeavor.” Mr. Yuanjing said with a bitter smile, “Though we have yet to meet, this Feng Sanlang gives me a sense of seeing my younger self. I wonder if he has already found his ‘path,’ or is he still stumbling blindly forward. If it’s the former, even if he fails, he wouldn’t have any regrets, right?”
Perhaps because he didn’t know what he truly wanted, he wasted his youth, and even if he lost, he wouldn’t feel regret.
When Feng Jue truly matures and looks back at his past, will he feel pain and remorse?
Mr. Yuanjing sighed.
That night, at the Cheng residence.
“He’s recovering, really recovering!” The young doctor checked Cheng Cheng’s temperature, and indeed, the fever had started to subside.
The maidservants inside immediately relayed this good news to the anxious Cheng Madam, Cheng Yuan, and Cheng San Niang waiting outside.
Upon hearing the news, the three were overcome with joy and wept tears of relief.
With the fever gone, if Cheng Cheng fell ill, their pillar of support would be lost!
Cheng Madam clasped her hands in gratitude, saying, “Son, remember to prepare a generous gift tomorrow and personally go thank Mr. Yuanjing.”
Cheng Yuan nodded, with red eyes.
After enduring several more hours, dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds.
“He’s awake! Master is awake!”
One good news after another arrived, and Cheng Madam, supported by her children, excitedly approached Cheng Cheng’s bedside.
“Wenfu, Wenfu…”
Cheng Madam, emotional, felt tears brimming in her eyes, spilling down in streams.
Cheng Cheng felt his body heavy, unable to move his limbs, his eyelids felt as if weighed down by a thousand pounds of lead, and he couldn’t open his eyes.
When he was seriously ill, he retained some awareness and could hear the voices from outside.
Hearing his family so worried for him, the sorrow he felt at the loss of his eldest son lessened somewhat.
With difficulty, he opened his eyes, moved his fingers a few times, and his blurry vision gradually cleared.
He felt as if he had been lying down for an eternity; his body had become so numb it hardly felt like his own, and it took him a while to recover.
“Madam…”
Cheng Cheng’s eyes shifted, landing on his second son and daughter kneeling nearby, warming his heart.
He was about to raise his hand, but before he could lift it high, it was firmly grasped by his wife.
Cheng Cheng forced a weak smile, “I’ve awakened, this is a joyous occasion, don’t cry… You should convince her too, too much crying will hurt her eyes.”
Cheng Yuan and his sister stepped forward to reassure Cheng Madam, and the family shared a warm atmosphere.
People say illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is as slow as pulling silk. This saying didn’t quite apply to Cheng Cheng.
After the young doctor checked his pulse, he was astonished to discover that aside from some weakness, Cheng Cheng seemed to have no other issues.
In fact, because of this severe illness, all the repressed energy within him had been released, and after some good rest, he would recover fully.
“This is truly a miraculous occurrence, unheard of!”
The young doctor marvelled.
Cheng Madam’s heart stirred, and she told Cheng Cheng about Mr. Yuanjing’s words.
“Truly a straightforward prophecy—” Cheng Cheng also displayed a surprised expression as he spoke, “Madam is unaware; during my severe illness, I felt as if my body was becoming lighter, and heard countless voices on the periphery. Not long after, I had an enigmatic dream. The dream contained only a few fleeting images, yet it echoed Mr. Yuanjing’s predictions—I lost two sons and a daughter, and even you, Madam, fell ill.”
Cheng Madam’s heart skipped a beat, urgently grasping Cheng Cheng’s hand.
“What should we do?”
Cheng Cheng replied, “Didn’t Mr. Yuanjing say fate was changed? From catastrophe to fortune, this is already divine protection.”
The loss of the eldest son could not be reversed, but Cheng Cheng truly wished not to lose the other two children.
Cheng Madam said, “In the future, I will perform more good deeds, hoping that heaven will count this good fortune onto Xun’er so that he may pass through his next life without worry!”
With such a mystical occurrence happening, Cheng Madam had started to believe in the merits of doing good deeds.
Cheng Cheng replied, “Hmm, I will join you in that.”
He embraced his wife, and the couple fell silent.
Yet within Cheng Cheng’s heart, there were even more thoughts, further solidifying his beliefs!
What he was doing now would help enlighten the people; if he truly succeeded, wouldn’t that be enough to earn eternal glory?
He only hoped that this action could slightly shine upon his deceased eldest son.
