Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

After the banquet, both hosts and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the heroes rose to take their leave and headed to their guest rooms.

Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu were walking side by side into the inner courtyard, discussing the application of medicine to Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting the next day, when they suddenly heard a soft call from behind:

"Brother Wuji! Brother Song! Wait a minute!"

The two turned around at the sound.

Yang Buhui stood under the eaves, the evening breeze ruffling her skirt, her cheeks flushed.

She lowered her eyes, twisting the hem of her dress with her fingers, standing there awkwardly, looking as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Zhang Wuji asked in surprise, "Sister Bu Hui, what's wrong?"

Yang Buhui shook her head, glanced quickly at the two of them, then quickly lowered her head again. She didn't utter a word for a long time, her ears getting redder and redder, and even her neck turned pink.

Seeing her demeanor, Song Qingshu understood perfectly, but said gently, "Miss Yang, please speak your mind. There is no one else here."

After a moment of silence, Yang Buhui took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage, and looked at Zhang Wuji. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet every word was earnest:

"Brother Wuji, my mother passed away early, and before she died, she entrusted me to your care. Do you remember those words?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, then immediately nodded: "Of course I remember Aunt Ji's dying wish."

"Back then, you traveled thousands of miles to take me from the banks of the Huai River all the way to the Western Regions. Along the way, you encountered bandits, suffered from hunger, and almost lost your life several times before finally bringing me to my father's side."

As Yang Buhui spoke, her eyes reddened slightly.

"I will remember these things for the rest of my life."

Let alone repaying a debt, even... even offering oneself in marriage wouldn't be too much.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji panicked, his face flushed red, and he stammered:

"Oh dear...you...Sister Bu Hui...this...you're saying this...please don't..."

Looking at Zhang Wuji's incoherent and shy appearance, Song Qingshu thought to himself: Dude, you must have misunderstood something.

While Zhang Wuji was at a loss for what to do, Yang Buhui smiled gently, a hint of relief in her eyes:

"Brother Wuji, I have always regarded you as my brother, just like my own brother."

Zhang Wuji: "Huh? Oh..."

  

As she spoke, she turned to look at Song Qingshu, her tone softening slightly:

"Brother Song, although we have only known each other for a short time, you have taken care of me in every way and acted with integrity. I have long regarded you as a good older brother."

Yang Buhui paused, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress until it wrinkled, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her voice lowered even further:

"Both of you are people I trust."

Although my father is dear to me, there are some things that are not my daughter's thoughts that I can't tell him.

Yin Liuxia... is your elder, and you are all close to him.

Zhang Wuji was getting more and more confused as he listened, and scratched his head:

"Sister Bu Hui, what exactly do you want to say?"

Why are we bringing this up all of a sudden, and...and even involving Uncle Six?"

She looked up towards the rear hall, her gaze gentle yet resolute, her tone carrying a do-or-die determination:

"These days I've been taking care of Uncle Yin at his bedside. Watching him lie on the bed unable to move, unconscious day and night, he would hold my hand from time to time and keep calling me: Xiaofu! Xiaofu!"

He said: Xiaofu! Don't leave me! My limbs are broken, I'm a cripple, please, don't leave me, don't abandon me.

I always thought to myself that my father and mother had really wronged him back then.

He was a fine hero, but he suffered so much because of the grudges of the previous generation.

I've thought about it for many days and I've made up my mind.

Yang Buhui took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"Whether his hands and feet are fully healed in the future or he remains disabled for life, it doesn't matter."

I...I will always stay with him, and never leave him for the rest of my life.

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have a huge weight lifted off her shoulders, or perhaps she was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She lowered her head, her ear tips turned red, but the corners of her mouth were secretly upturned, hiding a hint of girlish joy.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth for a long time before stammering:

"Huh? This...this...Sister Bu Hui, you...you're not joking, are you?"

Uncle Yin Liu... he's my martial uncle, and according to seniority... according to seniority, he's your elder!

His mind was in complete chaos; he never imagined that Yang Buhui had stopped them to talk about something like this.

Yin Liting is a man of the father's generation, so much older than Bu Hui. How... how can this be allowed?

Song Qingshu remained calm, looking as if he had known what was going on. He had noticed the girl was distracted during the meal.

Looking at Yang Buhui like this now, I feel a bit of admiration for him.

This girl looks delicate, but once she sets her mind on something, she's more decisive than anyone else.

Yang Buhui, hearing Zhang Wuji's surprised tone, remained calm and instead raised her head, her eyes serious.

I know what others will say, and I know he is much older than me, but I don't care.

I am happy to take care of him.

"But... but I don't know how to tell Father, and I don't know... what Yin Liuxia is thinking."

As she spoke, she looked earnestly at the two of them:

"Brother Wuji, you are our leader, and Father respects you the most. Please help me talk to Father about this matter."

Brother Song, you are the senior disciple of Wudang, and Uncle Yin trusts you the most. Could you... could you help me tell Uncle Yin my feelings? Just consider it... just consider it helping me with this favor.

Whether it succeeds or fails... I've told you all anyway.

He finished speaking without waiting for their reply.

She seemed afraid of being rejected, or perhaps she was simply too ashamed to stay any longer.

She stamped her foot, blushed, turned and ran, her skirt sweeping across the bluestone slabs, quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor, leaving only a faint scent of perfume in the air.

Only Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu remained in the corridor.

Zhang Wuji stared blankly at Yang Buhui's retreating figure for a long time before muttering:

"Senior brother, if she said she liked you, I wouldn't be surprised at all, but... what's going on?"

Song Qingshu: "..."

Damn it, I'm not surprised at all that you like me?

I'm so simple-minded. Seeing how hard the girl was taking care of Uncle Liu on the road, I told her stories to cheer her up, and at most wiped away her tears. It's perfectly reasonable for an older brother to take care of his younger sister.

You should be surprised if she doesn't like you!

You two are childhood sweethearts, and you went to great lengths to help her find her biological father.

It's easy to imagine how much suffering these two teenagers endured along the way; comparing it to a pilgrimage to the West wouldn't be an exaggeration.

After many years, when you meet again, all he gives you is a nice older brother and that's it.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji felt a strange sense of melancholy.

The feeling was indescribable, like losing something, yet also like being happy for her; a mix of emotions welled up in my chest, making me feel suffocated.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Song Qingshu coughed lightly and teased:

"My sister's become my sixth aunt! Where can I complain about this?"

After speaking, he sighed deeply and left.

Zhang Wuji: "I'll be at 8 AM!"