Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1909: Served as your mother's attendant for several years
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With Madam Lin's words, it was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Upon hearing the sound, the people of the Dou family immediately stopped and retreated, quickly returning to the corridor beside Madam Lin, their eyes focused on her with awe.

The young men also tacitly stopped their stances and stood still. Although their auras were slightly fluctuating due to the battle just now, they were still cold and sharp.

The green leaves around Xiaoyi drifted away silently.

An eerie silence fell over the courtyard.

The sudden ceasefire and the formidable strength displayed by Madam Lin caused a barely perceptible hint of surprise to flash across Chen Xiaojun's calm eyes.

A silent tension permeated the air.

At this moment, Zhu Changyun, who had just regained his footing and whose stone armor still bore dents, looked at Madam Lin with a somewhat dazed expression.

That incomparably fierce leg technique, that jade-green hardened luster, especially that unique rooted, penetrating, and shocking force... a very distant and vague impression was touched deep in his memory, yet it was difficult to grasp clearly.

He frowned, leaning on his massive shield, lost in some perplexing contemplation.

……

Madam Lin, with her almond-shaped eyes as clear as water, took calm steps and walked towards Chen Xiaojun in the center of the courtyard.

Her pace was not fast, but rather leisurely.

Just as she was still a dozen steps away from Chen Xiaojun, a suppressed voice of surprise and doubt suddenly came from behind her:
"Ye Sirong?! You are Ye Sirong!"

Zhu Changyun stared wide-eyed at Madam Lin's back, the dazed look in his eyes replaced by a strong sense of familiarity and shock.

This call drew everyone's attention.

The expressions on the faces of Chen Xiaojun, Chen Mu, Zhu Wuneng, and the others also became somewhat subtle at this moment.

Wu Mingde frowned, immediately stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense! My wife's maiden name is Lin!"

"Impossible! This leg technique, this root-stretching stance, and this soul power fluctuation..." Zhu Changyun retorted excitedly, his eyes burning. "I can't be mistaken! Only the Ye family's 'Wooden Heart Stance' has this unique power!"

Wu Mingde's face darkened: "You've mistaken me for someone else! Please don't do this here..."

“Old Wu.” Madam Lin’s clear voice rang out, interrupting Wu Mingde.

She didn't turn around, but simply raised her right hand, making a gesture that needed no further explanation.

Wu Mingde immediately fell silent and respectfully took half a step back, but his eyes remained wary as he stared at Zhu Changyun.

Madam Lin continued walking, stopping three steps in front of Chen Xiaojun.

She looked directly at Chen Xiaojun, her eyes filled with complex emotions—a mixture of scrutiny and reminiscence—which ultimately settled into a calm and serene expression.

After a while, she remained silent, but lowered her head slightly and made a unique gesture with her hands in front of her:

The index and middle fingers of the right hand are brought together like a sword, with the fingertips slightly upturned at about 15 degrees, while the left hand hangs naturally at the side of the body.

The gesture begins high between the eyebrows, with the fingertips tracing a slight arc, starting from the outer side of the left shoulder (as if brushing away dust), slowly moving inward and downward in a cool, clear trajectory, finally settling firmly on the heart.

The moment the fingertips landed, the wrist subtly dipped half an inch downwards.

This is a unique gesture of etiquette of the Chen family, carrying a solemn meaning and silently indicating the extraordinary connection between her and the Chen family.

After bowing, she raised her head and said, "Greetings, young master."

Then, Madam Lin turned to Chen Mu, Chen Shurui, and Chen Bin, and gave them a slight bow in return: "Greetings, young masters."

The four Chen brothers reacted almost subconsciously, almost instinctively, by making the exact same "dusting and tapping the heart" gesture that Madam Lin had just made.

This scene left everyone in the Dou household dumbfounded, staring at their mistress. Madam Lin, however, paid no attention. She slightly turned her body, her gaze falling on Zhu Yanfeng, who remained leisurely holding his opium pipe behind her. She also gave a slight bow, her posture respectful.
"Elder Zhu, hello."

Zhu Yanfeng's narrowed eyes flashed slightly as he slowly exhaled a smoke ring, thoughtfully observing Madam Lin. He did not respond immediately, but simply smiled in agreement.

Then, Madam Lin turned around to face Zhu Changyun, a warm and slightly sentimental smile on her face:

"Changyun, it's been many years."

Looking at her familiar yet unfamiliar smile, Zhu Changyun was so shocked that even this towering man trembled slightly.

"I knew it...it really was you! You really...you really didn't..."

He swallowed the ominous word back.

Madam Lin shook her head gently, her tone slightly reproachful yet perfectly natural: "What unlucky things are you saying? And besides, you're not calling me 'sister' anymore?"

Zhu Changyun stood up straight almost reflexively, and just like back in the clan school, blurted out, "Sister Sirong!"

Zhu Yanfeng then spoke slowly, twirling his pipe between his fingers: "You are... Zhengxin's youngest daughter?"

Mrs. Lin nodded readily: "Yes, Uncle Yanfeng."

Zhu Yanfeng and Madam Lin were from two different generations, so my memory of them is a bit vague. However, Zhu Changyun and Madam Lin were from the same generation, only one year apart.

It had been many years since they last met—more than eighteen years, to be precise—and Mrs. Lin had transformed from a lively young girl into a gentle and serene noblewoman.

His hairstyle, clothing, and temperament were completely different, and Zhu Changyun had almost forgotten his appearance.

If they hadn't fought, Zhu Changyun really wouldn't have recognized him.

At the same time, Chen Shurui was standing not far from Zhu Changyun. He couldn't help but lower his voice and ask quickly, "Uncle Changyun, is she... is she really from the Ye family of the Spirit Leap Long-Eared Rabbit? Who is she? How come I've never seen her in the clan before?"

As a member of the main branch of the Chen family, Chen Shurui had some impression of the main figures of the various families that followed the Chen family, especially the female soul masters, who were usually in the village.

Zhu Changyun replied in a low voice, speaking very quickly, "Yes. However, she disappeared nearly twenty years ago. Of course you haven't seen her. How old are you? Besides..."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further, "She has some connection with you, Eighth Young Master."

Chen Shurui's eyes widened in even greater confusion: "???"

Although their whispers were soft, Madam Lin turned her head and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Changyun, stop muttering there, I can hear you."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Zhu Changyun's face. The Spirit Leaping Long-Eared Rabbit Martial Soul granted the Ye family members a hearing far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Ye Sirong ignored Zhu Changyun's embarrassment and turned her gaze back to Chen Shurui, with the gentleness of an elder looking at a younger person and a hint of reminiscence.

She stepped forward and carefully examined Chen Shurui's appearance. After a moment, a gentle light appeared in her eyes:

"You...you must be Miss's son, right? Your features and demeanor bear a striking resemblance to Miss's when she was young. Your father is Wei Zunyi?"

Chen Shurui was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes. I didn't know you were...?"

A nostalgic expression appeared on Ye Sirong's face, and her breath was sweet as orchids: "Back then, I was fortunate enough to serve as your mother's personal attendant for several years."

Chen Shurui suddenly realized: "It's you! My mother has indeed mentioned you many times, but... but she has never mentioned your name."

He paused, his tone becoming solemn, "My mother often misses you, and... she has always felt guilty."

Ye Sirong waved her hand gently, her eyes clear and calm, "It's all in the past. Back then, as long as Miss was safe and sound, that was the best thing."

"Young masters, Uncle Yanfeng, Changyun, and everyone else,"

She gave a slight bow, "The front hall is simple. If you don't mind, please move to the main hall for a chat."

(End of this chapter)