12 Dwelling on the Pas (1/2)

The sound of hooves comes to a calm stop, without arousing any insects or birds. Madam Lin lifts up the curtain in the carriage and looks at the calm mansion within view. The carriage had been stationed a good distance away, but still had a perfect view of the mansion.

On top of the gates was a boldly written plaque with the word Ruan Wang Fu written on it. The brush strokes were fierce and powerful, with the nobility of the ruling class. Madam Lin knew that this plaque was written by the emperor, two generations ago. The current emperor was only his nephew, so his standing within the court was quite high today. Back then, it was Ruan Wang's older brother, the emperor a generation ago who arranged the marriage between them.

She remembered the day she got married, she would never forget that humiliation. The groom did not show himself, making her a laughing stock of the entire Qing Cheng. He did not come to her room that night and put her in a remote courtyard, not even bothering to give her a glance.

Thinking till then, she placed the curtain down and closed her eyes. She said, ”Wen Jian, it's cold out there, why don't you come in.”

The man outside the carriage, with his ever stoic expression, said ”Yes.” He knew that she had wanted to talk to him, after all, they would not get a chill even if they wore thin clothing in a snowstorm. He stepped into the warm carriage with a slight fragrance of sandalwood incense and sat on the floor, across from Madam Lin.

He looked at the woman who still had her eyes closed, as if deep in thought. He thought of a time when he was younger, when they first met, during the hard times of famine and war. He had been a child that was kidnapped from his family to be sold and she just happened to be nearby. She took him in and he grew up with her son, she had never treated her differently from her own child. He once asked her why she took him in.

She gave a smile and said one word. Fate.

Perhaps it was, how does one care for another in such a manner?

After a while, madam Lin asked: ”How is Hui'er?”

Wen Jian thought of Lin Qinghui, the madam's son. They had been exchanging letters for a while now, ever since Lin Qinghui was away, taking care of his own business. ”Replying to madam, he is well. He is thinking of coming to pay madam a visit later on.”

”He has never been to the Qing Cheng capital, why would he come?” She asked, her voice filled with suspicion.

In fact, she knew why her son had wanted to meet his father. She had never kept this from him, she had people paint a picture of Rong Wang and gave it to her son. She knew that her son kept that painting and brought it with him whenever he would do business for the clan. She remembered one of the reports she got when he was 16 years old and heard that his luggage was stolen by a notorious group of bandits, he got so furious that within a night the mountain hideout of the bandits was bathed in blood, never to commit a heinous deed again. They were wiped out because they had taken a mear painting.

Thinking about it, it was simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She really did not understand that child, was she not a loving mother? Is she not enough? Does he really need to see such a father?

”He said he wanted to attend the meeting for scholars.” Wen Jian answered.

She gave a laugh, her son had excelled in martial arts and literature, she had even taught him medical skills. He was talented, going to such an event was truly beneath him. She knew he wanted to go because they had found out that Ruan Qinwang would his first public appearance since returning to Qing Cheng.