latelenovela Chapter 312 Return to the Great Chu, the Whole Nation Mourns
Chapter 312 Return to the Great Chu, the Whole Nation Mourns
The Great Chu Kingdom.
It's snowing heavily and covered in silver.
In the teahouse, the storyteller spoke eloquently and fluently.
"It is said that the divine physician Chu Miao has been gone for three years. The people of Great Chu remember her for saving countless lives and are grateful to her. Every year on the anniversary of her death, they bring a pastry to her grave to pay their respects. Thus, every year on the thirteenth day of winter, one can see the people forming long lines and heading to the outskirts of the city... You have come at the right time today and are able to witness this magnificent scene."
Following the storyteller's lead, the people in the teahouse glanced out the window and saw a long line of people below, including men and women, the elderly and children, all with white cloths hanging from their waists and holding pastries in their hands. As far as the eye could see, the line seemed to stretch endlessly.
The scene was truly magnificent.
When people from other countries came to visit the State of Chu, they asked in bewilderment, "How can this divine physician Chu Miao be so prestigious? Is she more popular than the ruler of a country?"
The storyteller chuckled: "This reader is clearly from out of town, unaware of the renown of the divine physician Chu Miao throughout the Great Chu. Chu Miao, with her silver needles, can heal the dead and restore the dead to the dead, specializing in treating the poor and needy without charging a single penny. In the twentieth year of the Great Chu, a plague broke out in the border city. The monarch advocated burning the border city to stop the spread of the plague. At only twelve years old, she pledged her life and went alone, eating, drinking, and sleeping with all the patients for over a month, developing a cure for the plague and saving thousands of lives in the city. In the twenty-third year of the Great Chu, an enemy country poisoned the land, turning all the children in the Great Chu into mentally disabled children. At only fifteen years old, she tirelessly researched for three months, finally developing an antidote and saving tens of millions of children in our Great Chu. In the twenty-seventh year of the Great Chu…"
Once the storyteller started talking about Chu Miao, he went on and on, and those who didn't know Chu Miao before all listened with great respect for her.
There are such selfless people in this world. No wonder the people of Great Chu respect her so much. She truly deserves it.
"That's all for today's storytelling. Please come again tomorrow."
The storyteller stroked his beard, stood up, and patted the pastries beside him: "I also want to go and pay my respects to this divine physician, Chu Miao. It was Miss Chu who saved my life."
Besides treating illnesses and healing people, Chu Miao also intervened in injustices. With her around, the spoiled young masters of the capital dared not bully the common people anymore.
The storyteller once offended a young master. When his storytelling didn't meet the master's expectations, the master threatened to cut out his tongue. It was Chu Miao who appeared and taught the young master a lesson, thus saving his life.
He has always kept this kindness in his heart and will never forget it. For the past four years since Chu Miao passed away, he has gone to pay his respects every year.
……
On the long street, pedestrians lined up in long queues, even young children with white cloths tied around their waists. She asked in confusion, "Mommy, why do we have to line up here? What are we going to do?"
The woman hugged her and said gently, "Because we are going to pay our respects to a very powerful healer."
The little girl tilted her head; she knew the word "offering sacrifices." "But why are you offering pastries to my sister?"
She also went to pay respects to her grandparents, bringing thick yellow paper. But when she paid respects to her sister, she brought pastries. They smelled so good, she really wanted to eat them!
The woman smiled and said, "That's because this lady really likes pastries. She loves sweets the most."
……
Brothel.
Peacefulness.
The dancers were still playing music, their soft, seductive sounds filling the air. Outside, people with white cloths draped around their waists were visiting Chu Miao's grave, while inside, it was a scene of vibrant spring.
"boom!"
The brothel's door was kicked open, and a man carrying a large knife walked in, exuding a cold aura.
Behind him stood a man dressed similarly to him, with an extraordinary air about him, clearly a noble young master.
The music stopped, and the dancers who were still dancing stopped in fright. The madam turned pale with fright.
"Young Master Jiang! Young Master Liu, Young Master Lu, Young Master He... Oh dear, what wind blew you here? Please, have a seat." The madam cursed her bad luck for attracting these powerful figures, but she braced herself and went to greet them.
The man brandished his broadsword and shouted, "Don't give me that crap. Didn't I tell you that every year on the 13th of the 11th lunar month, it's the anniversary of my sister Miao's death? All music is strictly prohibited there, and the place must be closed. Did you just ignore what I said?"
Several men behind him laughed, one of them playing with a folding fan in his hand, his jade-like face grinning mischievously: "Old Jiang, they didn't just ignore your words, they simply don't care about you at all. Who do you think you are? They can't be bothered with you at all."
The madam broke out in a cold sweat. "No, no, no, Young Master Lu, it's not like that..."
"You mean I was wrong? Should I apologize to you?" Lu Jinyuan tilted his head to look at her, then suddenly smiled.
Upon hearing this laugh, the madam broke out in a cold sweat. What a terrible mistake! She should have known better than to open for business today and bring these living Buddhas here.
When Miss Chu was alive, she could keep them in check, but now that Miss Chu has passed away, no one can control these troublemakers.
"Young Master Lu, I really didn't mean that!" The madam cried, on the verge of tears. "I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, gentlemen, don't hold it against me!"
"Are you talking about us, being so magnanimous?" Another man chuckled maliciously. "I feel like you're mocking us."
Madam: "..."
A lesson from heaven and earth!
She didn't!
She really didn't!
The man carrying the large knife let out a cold laugh through his nostrils and brought the knife directly to the madam's shoulder!
The broadsword gleamed, and when it swung over, it brought a gust of wind with it. The madam trembled in fright and almost cried. Fortunately, she was a madam and had dealt with all sorts of people, which had given her courage. Anyone else would have wet themselves in fear.
"Since they won't listen after I've told them, there's no point in keeping their ears; I might as well just cut them off—"
Before the man could finish his threatening words, a cold voice rang out: "What are you cutting? Hmm?"
"What business is it of mine what I'm getting cut? You—"
The man instinctively swore, but stopped halfway through his sentence.
That clear, cold voice overlapped with a familiar voice in their minds, like a thunderclap exploding in their brains.
Their bodies were stiff.
That voice sounded exactly like their sister Miao's voice—that nonchalant yet slightly arrogant tone was practically identical.
In this world, there is actually a voice so similar to their sister Miao's...
They turned their heads in disbelief.
The woman, dressed in a red, fitted outfit, stood at the doorway, looking rather languid. A few strands of her long hair were casually tied up and fluttered in the wind, adding to her wildness.
She stood there, utterly carefree.
That face was completely different from what they remembered, yet the woman's expression felt incredibly familiar to them.
It was as if they saw their Sister Miao through the woman.
But she is not Sister Miao.
It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over their heads; their faces immediately turned ugly.
A surge of anger rose within them; they couldn't accept a woman so similar to their beloved Miao Jie. "Who are you?!"