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Days passed swiftly, and the wedding day of Song Feiwan approached. During this time, the Guo family and others seemed to have vanished, allowing Song Feiwan to live quite comfortably. The marriage was a decree from the Emperor, and Song Taipeng did not dare to be negligent. The entire Song residence was adorned with festive decorations, creating a joyous atmosphere.
Thanks to the tales of her heroism during the Lantern Festival, stories of her and Xiao Yu spread throughout the capital. Countless citizens eagerly awaited her wedding. As her bridal sedan chair left the residence, many townsfolk followed along, showering her with auspicious words. Children ran about joyfully, asking for sweets.
As drums and gongs sounded while passing by the bamboo pavilion, patrons on both floors leaned out to catch a glimpse. Today, Jianan sat in a luxurious brocade robe in a private room on the second floor, with verdant mountains and a clear blue sky visible outside the window. In front of him was an exquisite tea set, with fragrant steam wafting through the air.
However, he did not drink tea; his expression was indifferent as he gazed down with his narrow phoenix eyes, their deep pupils revealing nothing. Cheers from the tea patrons reached his ears: "Look! It's Song's Manor bridal sedan chair!"
Zhuo Er heard the commotion and leaned out to look down excitedly. "Wow, what a grand spectacle! Miss Song truly moved heaven and earth to fulfill her wishes!" He was known for his chatter and did not expect Jianan to respond.
To his surprise, Jianan let out a disdainful sneer. Was he mocking Zhuo Er's naive thoughts? Zhuo Er's simple mind whirred as he tried to recover: "Well, as a subordinate from Beirong, I don't quite understand the idea of life and death devotion that Da Zhou people have. After all, what's better than being alive? If I were Miss Song, I definitely wouldn't marry Xiao Yu but would seek another husband instead."
The sounds of the wedding procession faded into the distance. Jianan finally withdrew his cold gaze and lowered it condescendingly onto Zhuo Er's face. His thin lips curled slightly as he coldly remarked, "It's rare to see you so clear-headed."
Zhuo Er was taken aback. Was his master praising him or mocking him? Should he express gratitude? He felt that his master seemed somewhat displeased today.
After a long pause without coming to any conclusion, Zhuo Da respectfully spoke up:
"My lord, during the lantern festival last time, I observed Miss Song's remarkable needlework skills. That child’s epilepsy was also well-controlled. Epilepsy is a type of brain disorder, so perhaps Miss Song has strategies for other brain diseases as well."
Zhuo Er was captivated, nodding repeatedly.
"I believe what my brother says makes sense. My lord, your martial arts are exceptional, and your episodes are irregular. Even if we all joined forces, we would be unable to prevent you from leaving."
"Upon your return, you have no recollection of the events during your episodes, and the duration of your disappearances is increasing. Even the witch doctors say your condition is worsening; it’s possible that one day after an episode, you may never awaken again."
"Would it not be wise to invite Miss Song to treat you?"
This trip to the capital was also aimed at seeking renowned doctors to treat Jinan's brain condition. Unfortunately, after consulting several physicians, none had proven effective.
Jinan was not anxious; it was the two of them who were on the verge of despair.
Zhuo Da suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud and earnestly said, "My lord, without you, we would have frozen to death in that harsh winter two years ago. I wish more than anyone for you to be healthy and live a long life."
Zhuo Er also knelt solemnly, "So do I!"
Jinan's elegantly curved phoenix eyes swept over their faces before he spoke indifferently, "Does it matter that I am a general of the Great Zhou and have slaughtered your kin?"
Zhuo Da and Zhuo Er exchanged glances before they resolutely replied, "The Great Zhou is indeed an enemy of the Northern Rong, but our tribe is too weak to have participated in that war. All I know is that when livestock and food were taken by other tribes and we could not survive, it was you who helped us reclaim them. You helped us establish ourselves on the grasslands and gradually grow stronger."
"No matter who you once were, you are our King Jinan, our master whom we will serve loyally for a lifetime! Please take care of yourself!"
The handsome man at the head of the table quietly regarded them for a moment before finally saying:
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