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"What does Mother think is best?"
"Naturally, it would be best to find an elder nearby. However, you know the temperament of the Liu Family; Qingxi would avoid them at all costs, so they definitely can't be considered. The only one in the Village who can communicate well is probably the village chief, but since he works with Qingxi, that might not be very appropriate."
The Wen Family was also in a bit of a dilemma. An elder with capability and prestige would certainly give Liu Qingxi more face and prevent others from gossiping.
The mother and son wouldn't care about these things; they were just worried about how Qingxi would be perceived in the future.
"Wait!" Yang Yichen suddenly had a lightbulb moment and thought of the perfect candidate.
An elder with prestige who is also Liu Qingxi's mentor, but...
At that moment, Yang Yichen felt as if he had swallowed something unpleasant; the problem was that he had brought this upon himself.
"Who is it?" The Wen Family couldn't immediately think of anyone suitable, but seeing their son's changing expressions made them anxious.
Yang Yichen gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and rolled his throat, trying to get the words out: "It's Elder Ying, Qingxi's master."
"Right! How did I not think of that?" The Wen Family suddenly slapped their forehead in realization; this was indeed the best choice.
"By the way, Yichan, you should quickly write a letter to Elder Ying. No, it's getting cold now; who knows when it will snow? If there's a delay on the way, it could be troublesome." The Wen Family frowned deeply.
"Elder Ying is getting old; traveling back and forth isn't easy for him. But if we don't make a decision now, we'll have to wait until next spring."
The Wen Family's muttering made Yang Yichen's heart sink to the bottom. This felt like lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot—was it really necessary to be this unfortunate?
Because of Elder Ying's presence, his time alone with Liu Qingxi was becoming increasingly scarce. To address this, he had deliberately caused some trouble for Ying Mansion to send Elder Ying away. And now?
In just a few days, he found himself thinking about Elder Ying again...
Did he want to slap himself a few times? Was this considered self-inflicted?
The Wen Family was torn about whether to rush and invite Elder Ying over, completely oblivious to their son's frustrated expression, and unaware that he was regretting his decisions deeply.
If only he knew that his son had dug a pit for himself and thrown himself into it, he wouldn't know how to feel.
Suddenly, Yang Yichen left like a gust of wind, the breeze lifting the corner of his robe, leaving behind a faint sound in the air: "I'll think of a way."
In just a few seconds, Yang Yichen's figure had vanished.
On a steep slope of the mountain, Yang Yichen observed the signs, gauging the wind direction and watching the clouds drift. He felt a slight relief that there had been no heavy snow recently.
The young man relaxed slightly, lightly tapping his toes as he leaped into the air, moving gracefully like a swallow, bounding over the dry branches and reaching the foot of the mountain in an instant.
To avoid alarming the villagers, he slowed his pace, though his speed was still unmatched by ordinary people.
In the Yang Family Courtyard, a man in his forties was grooming a horse in the stable when suddenly a figure flashed by. It was his young master riding away at full speed.
The Coachman Uncle had grown accustomed to such hurried departures from his young master but was curious about what had caused this particular urgency.
He could only recall Liu Qingxi being able to make him lose his composure like this.
The truth dawned on Coachman Uncle.
The steed galloped swiftly, its front hooves raised high while its hind legs leaped into the air, leaving only an afterimage behind.
Pedestrians on the roadside looked up to see a figure in white riding a glossy steed, speeding away and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Who is that? Where are they rushing off to?" All that answered him was the dust swirling in the air.
A person and a horse, no one else but Yang Yichen, who had hurriedly left after observing the situation.
They passed through the town, walked through the county city, and arrived at the vast Official Road. Along the way, he did not have time to stop, not even to drink a sip of water.
In the afternoon, after riding for two hours at full speed, they finally arrived before a grand and imposing city gate that exuded a heavy sense of solidity.
The young man did not linger and continued forward with determination until he reached his destination.
In front of Ying Mansion, Yang Yichen, who had visited once before, was quickly recognized by the Doorman: "I am Yang Yichen, here to visit Elder Ying. May I trouble you to announce my arrival?"
"Young Master Yang, please wait a moment."
The Doorman was also quite astute; Yang Yichen had come last time with Liu Qingxi, who was the favored disciple of their master. Naturally, they could not neglect someone related to her.
As for Elder Ying, he had been called back in a hurry due to a letter regarding his granddaughter Ying Cai'er, who had suddenly fallen ill with an unknown ailment and had been in a deep sleep without waking up.
She was the precious darling of the family, and her sudden health issues made him anxious. He rushed home immediately, but fortunately, her condition had gradually improved recently, which eased his worries somewhat.
At that moment, the Doorman hurriedly reported: "Old Master, there is a young gentleman named Yang outside. He is here to visit."
Elder Ying paused for a moment as a handsome face appeared in his mind; it was that Fellow: "Please let him in!"
He wondered what important matter this Fellow had come for.
As the Doorman rushed in, a tall figure appeared in the reception hall.
Yang Yichen slightly bowed: "Greetings, Elder Ying. I apologize for my abrupt visit and hope for your forgiveness."
"You can speak freely about your matters. We have dealt with each other several times at Ten Li Pu; we are old acquaintances now."
"Elder Ying, here's the situation."
Yang Yichen then explained the whole matter in detail: "I want to ask you to be the matchmaker for my engagement with Qingxi, as she doesn't have a suitable elder on her side."
After listening, Elder Ying's gray beard trembled slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He turned to smile at the calm and composed young man before him; his demeanor and talent were not something ordinary people could compare to.
If Qingxi could marry this young man, it might be a good choice.
He paused for a moment and said, "What does Qingxi think about this? Why are you asking instead of her?"
"Elder Ying, there have been many recent events, and Qingxi has been endlessly troubled by the people from Village. I want to give her a surprise." Yang Yichen expressed his determination firmly; he truly loved Liu Qingxi.
When Elder Ying heard that Liu Qingxi had been hurt by rumors, a surge of anger welled up inside him. How could they be so unreasonable? Who gave them the audacity?
"Since such things have happened, do you really have no opinion? Do you truly believe in Girl?"
"Elder Ying, I assure you that my feelings for Qingxi are genuine. I swear that if I ever change my heart, may I be struck by lightning and meet a terrible end."
Such a fierce promise was made with conviction. In an era that valued oaths highly, Elder Ying felt reassured.
"Making a trip is not out of the question, but..."
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