Chapter 23 - Nonsense

Chapter 23: Chapter 17 Nonsense"My grandfather invited Doctor Chen for me, and I think the medicine he prescribed is quite good, but I still need to talk more. Therefore, I want to invite Mr. Fu over. My brother may not excel in other aspects, but he talks a lot and is very cheerful and lively. Maybe by having him chat with Mr. Fu, take him out for a walk and play, he might recall past events."

Zhao Hanzhang made up stories with a straight face, "The reason I could quickly recall memories of the past was because of my brother. Ever since I met him, my memories came back gradually."

Wang Si Niang was dumbstruck listening from the side. You regained your memory because you met your brother? After all, he is your brother, right?

Fu Changrong isn’t familiar with your brother. Wait, given their age difference, do they even know each other?

Also, that’s not right. Wang Si Niang widened her eyes, "You lost your memory? Then how come you still remember me?"

Zhao Hanzhang said, "... Because of Erlang, I recovered some memories, and it just so happened that I remembered Si Niang."

Wang Si Niang wore an expression of doubt, while Wang Xuan smiled but unceremoniously jabbed his sister, indicating she should speak less.

Fu Zhi wasn’t sure whether he believed it or not, but he nodded with a smile, "Alright, alright, then I’ll personally bring Dalang over tomorrow."

He also had to further discuss this marriage with a friend.

Fu Zhi, with a smile, personally escorted them to the door and watched them disappear into the distance before turning to look at his grandson, seeing him still gazing at the Zhao Family carriage. He chuckled, "Now, are you feeling better?"

Fu Tinghan withdrew his gaze, looked at Fu Zhi, paused, and then bowed in salute as he remembered Fu Changrong doing, stepping back two steps before he intended to turn and leave.

"Wait," Fu Zhi called him, staring into his eyes, "I guess you already know that our family intends to form a marriage alliance with the Zhao Family. We haven’t had a chance to ask you if you’re willing. If you’re not willing, Erlang..."

Fu Tinghan furrowed his brows and nodded toward Fu Zhi.

Fu Zhi was slightly disappointed, "Can’t talk to Grandpa? I heard from the steward that you spoke with Third Lady Zhao for quite some time today."

Fu Tinghan pressed his lips together. It’s not that he can’t speak; he’s just afraid that once he does, you’ll suspect that I’m not your grandson. Then will I admit it or not?

Seeing Fu Changrong pursing his lips and not speaking, Fu Zhi sighed, "Forget it, speak when you’re ready. You still have injuries, so get some rest first. Tomorrow, rise early, and I’ll take you to the Zhao Family."

He paused and then continued, "Let’s go early. Tomorrow the Zhao Family might have an incident. Just stay by Zhao Er... Zhao Erlang’s side and play with him; don’t go to the front yard."

Fu Tinghan raised an eyebrow, nodded to indicate he understood, and still remained silent.

Fu Zhi watched him walk away and sighed, "Does this child resent me?"

The steward quickly comforted, "Mr. Fu has always been filial, how could he resent the master?"

Fu Tinghan found his way back to his own courtyard. He sat on the couch, lost in thought.

The Attendant Student saw he was sitting with his legs down rather than cross-legged and hurriedly fetched a small stool for him to prop his feet.

Fu Tinghan lowered his head to look, arranged his robe, and though more than ten days had passed, he was still unaccustomed to the lifestyle here. Yet Teacher Zhao seemed to have adapted very well.

Indeed, she’s always been like this, no matter how big the difficulty, she quickly adapts.

Even after a car accident resulting in blindness, she was only down for a short time before bucking up, working harder, more diligently, and becoming more resilient and formidable.

Thinking about blindness made Fu Tinghan’s ears turn red. He knew that due to being blind, her hearing was always sharp. He wondered if this trait had carried over after changing bodies. Surely... she didn’t hear, right?

Fu Tinghan somewhat self-deceptively thought. At the time, his words were spoken softly.

Seated in the carriage, Zhao Hanzhang also wondered, does Professor Fu know the old me? Or did they only hear about it during a matchmaking introduction?

But the tone doesn’t seem like it?

Zhao Hanzhang tried hard to remember but couldn’t recall if she knew Professor Fu before. Was it after going blind that they met?

It’s a pity, so handsome, and she didn’t even get to see him.

But when she was fourteen, she looked a lot like Third Sister Zhao, so back then Professor Fu should have resembled Fu Changrong too?

Zhao Hanzhang snapped back, suddenly facing a person’s face, scaring her into leaning back, only managing to steady herself with her hand.

Seeing it was Wang Si Niang, Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but pat her chest, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? I’ve been talking to you all the way, and you haven’t responded. Tell me, who were you thinking about just now? Was it Mr. Fu?"

Zhao Hanzhang didn’t deny it, "It was."

Wang Si Niang looked puzzled, "What’s so great about him, just pale and handsome, doesn’t say a word, and even hurt his head. We don’t know his character, how does he compare to my brother?"

Zhao Hanzhang said, "Do you really want me as your sister-in-law?"

Wang Si Niang glanced outside, seeing her brother riding a horse at the front, she leaned close to Zhao Hanzhang’s ear and whispered, "My father wants to propose for my brother to marry the daughter of the Prince East Sea."

Zhao Hanzhang raised an eyebrow, "With each new dynasty, different ministers hold power. Your father is also right to consider this. With the new emperor ascending, the Prince East Sea holds great power. Among the remaining Vassal Kings, few can rival the Prince East Sea."

But they forgot, outside of Great Jin are the Xiongnu, and countless refugees, Great Jin is beset on all sides, unless these parasites all die, it’s hard to recover.

The Prince East Sea won’t last long.

Wang Si Niang’s shoulders dropped, "Even you say so. I feel my brother deserves better, someone like you is the only match."

Fu Zhi was also talking to the steward, "In the past, I only heard that Zhao Changyu’s granddaughter is intelligent, resilient, virtuous and well-behaved. Now having met her, virtue I didn’t witness, but she’s indeed clever, strong-willed, and bold. Such capabilities, if she becomes the main wife, our Fu Family won’t have to worry for three generations."

The steward immediately replied, "The master has good eyes. I noticed Mr. Fu seemed very pleased too. Although I was far, I couldn’t hear what they talked about, but they seemed to get along well, walking quite close."

Fu Zhi was somewhat puzzled, "Were they very familiar before? Dalang was in Chang’an for five years, right? He was just over ten at that time, Zhao San Niang was only nine. There shouldn’t be any deep friendship."

"Perhaps it was love at first sight," the steward smiled, "When Zhao San Niang and Mr. Fu met, their gazes were fixed on each other’s faces, not moving at all. The master wasn’t there, if you were, you would know how strongly they liked each other."

Fu Zhi stroked his beard, tomorrow’s success seemed likely. He busily instructed the steward, "Open the storeroom and prepare lavish gifts, select more precious jewels and such for Zhao San Niang," he gritted his teeth, "Find the ’Lecture Picture’, put it in a fine box and bring it tomorrow."

That was a painting from the Han Dynasty, which Fu Zhi was very fond of.

The steward understood, bowed, and complied.