The head of the Red Mansion

The daughter's desire to go out and see the world was quite obvious. Jia Jing did his best to recount all the dangerous things he had encountered. Of course, if she wanted to go out, only knowing the language of Da Zhao wouldn't be enough.

Jia Jing began working as a tutor, systematically teaching her English and French.

He knew he didn't have enough time, but his daughter had a foundation, so he would teach her as much as he could!
From the time she could crawl, Jia Yue followed her older sisters who were in school. What might be difficult for others was as natural as eating and drinking for her.

The surprises and sense of accomplishment she brought to Jia Jing were so great that they almost offset most of the physical pain.

Every day, his daughter seems to bring him a unique surprise.

When her son Jia Zhen learned something, he would forget most of it after one night, but her daughter Jia Yue seemed to have a much stronger grasp of it.

Ahhh, as expected of his child.

Jia Jing was overjoyed.

In order to spend more time with his daughter and to teach her everything she needed to know, he actively cooperated with the family physician's various acupuncture and medicinal baths, and tried his best to eat the medicinal meals and other delicacies prepared by his wife.

During his years away from home, besides missing his family, he also missed all the delicious food from home.

Now that he can finally eat it again, Jia Jing cherishes it very much.

No matter how much he cherished it, his appetite shrank day by day.

"The problem with the Emperor should be mostly resolved."

When Shen Ning returned after entering the palace several times at the Empress's request, she said to him, "The veterans are still here, and the young generals are also in dire need of stepping forward."

Being confined at home makes it easy to take sides.

As the emperor grew older, he feared that his sons might once again cause a power struggle for the throne, just as they had done in the past.

Shen Ning said, "Today the Empress also told me that while we are still able to fight and can afford to fight, the Emperor wants to add another achievement to his civil and military accomplishments."

"...The Emperor Emeritus has finally done something worthwhile!"

He passed the throne to the current emperor.

Jia Jing tried hard to suppress the metallic taste in his throat and said with a smile, "Today is a good day. How about we have a drink with Uncle Jiao later?"

"Okay~"

Shen Ning saw his face flush red after turning ashen, and her heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, she agreed, "I'll have Aunt Li only make what you like to eat."

"I don't want the medicinal diet anymore."

"it is good!"

Shen Ning agreed.

She quickly gave Xiaodong a wink, signaling her to immediately call the physician over and give him some acupuncture.

At least it will lessen his suffering.

"By the way, didn't you say the other day that the lotus leaf and lotus seed soup at home was good?"

Shen Ning smiled and said, "I've already had someone fetch the mold. How about I make you a lotus leaf and lotus seed soup tonight?"

"Very good!"

His wife remembered his hobbies.

Although he hadn't eaten it yet, Jia Jing was already very happy.

“This is easy to do. I’ll have Yue’er make it for you herself.”

"..."

Another wave of uncontrollable pain struck, and Jia Jing was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only manage a forced smile and cup his hands in a gesture of respect towards Shen Ning.

Shen Ning paused, she actually wanted to say, if you can't stand it, just scream.

But she also knew that this person had a strong personality and would never utter a sound in front of her.

To make him feel better, she could only get up and say, "I'll watch Yue'er prepare it, and I guarantee it will taste just like before."

"Hmm~"

Jia Jing smiled and nodded, watching her walk away. Once he was sure she wouldn't turn back, he pressed his hand to his chest and took a long breath.

He wanted to vomit out all the pain, but this time it seemed exceptionally difficult.

After a while, the physician came and helped him to the bed to receive acupuncture, and Jia Jing felt a little better. He closed his eyes slightly and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Seeing his condition, the physician sighed inwardly and said, "Rest in bed is best for now."

Jia Jing nodded slightly.

He knows his own situation.

Once you're dead, you'll lie there forever.

He still has a breath left, and he really doesn't want to lie down.

But when he thought about it, he realized he really didn't have the strength left.

Let's rest first. When we feel better, we'll drink with Uncle Jiao and Madam Shen, and then have Yue'er's lotus leaf and lotus seed soup.

With this beautiful wish in mind, Jia Jing lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

But after lying down, he never got up again. That evening, Jiao Da came to take him to a banquet, and saw that the corners of his mouth were turned up, with a hint of a smile, but the person was already gone.

The old man burst into tears on the spot.

It's been three generations.

He gifted it to three generations of the Ningguo family.

Jiao Da burst into tears.

The old man knew that Shen Shi couldn't cry about someone who was rumored to be dead long ago; she could only cry because she felt sorry for him, an old man.

On this day, many people at Xishan Villa had red eyes and shed a few tears because of Jiao Da's crying.

Jia Yue cried pitifully beside the old man.

Her husband didn't even have a chance to drink a sip of the lotus leaf and lotus seed soup she made.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Mr. Jiao was very open with her, as if he wanted to impart all his knowledge to her. She could feel it.

As a student, she personally presided over her husband's (her biological father's) funeral.

And because of Jiao Da, after the coffin had been kept in state for seven days, Jia Yue sent Jia Jing's coffin directly to the side courtyard of the Iron Threshold Temple in the Jia family.

The old man made it clear that when he got old, he would send him and his nephew to Jinling.

He accompanied his old master, and his nephew accompanied him.

How could Jia Zhen and Jia Rong refuse such a simple and unpretentious request?
Out of respect for the old man, the two even went to the Iron Threshold Temple to offer incense.

"Mother~"

On the way back home, Jia Yue, who had been busy for several days, sat next to her mother. "Didn't you say last time that you would tell me about Uncle Jiao later? Tell me now. Otherwise, when I get home, I won't be able to tell Rong-ge and Peng-ge that when we offer incense to Uncle Jiao, we should also offer a few sticks of incense to Mr. Jiao."

"..."

Shen Ning sighed inwardly and gently put her arm around her daughter's shoulder. "I'll talk to your brother and nephews. Don't worry, they won't lack food or drink."

Being buried back in the Jia family cemetery can be considered a return to one's roots.

His family was there.

No matter who is in need, he won't be.

“His situation is a bit complicated. You’re still too young. I’ll tell you when you’re a little older.”

"..."

Jia Yue was helpless; once her mother made a decision, few people could change it.

However, after returning to the manor, in view of her daughter's longing for the outside world, Shen Ning sent all the maids that the manor had trained over the years, such as Xiaodong and Xiaonan, to her daughter's side.

If you want to see the world, then go!

Two years later, Jia Yue married a newly appointed martial arts scholar who was skilled in using spears and darts. The two shared the same ambition and, with the support of the Emperor, Empress and Shen Ning, represented the Great Zhao Dynasty on diplomatic missions to Western countries such as England and France.

It took Jia She and the others almost three years to return back then, and Jia Yue had to travel even longer; this time, it took a full seven years.

However, when they returned seven years later, the couple had two children, one older and one younger, with them. (End of Chapter)