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After Shen Bo'an arrived, Baizhi Valley became lively in the evening.

In the past, once the sun set, the valley would be so quiet that only the chirping of insects and the rustling of herbs turning their leaves could be heard.

Things are different now. Shen Bo'an loves to talk about the past, and Seventh Uncle loves to argue. When the two of them get together, they can argue about everything from the old stories of Anhetang to the market price of Astragalus membranaceus this year.

Su Qinghan sat beside them listening, occasionally interjecting a sentence that always managed to leave the two of them speechless.

The workers didn't rush to leave after finishing their work; they gathered around with their rice bowls to listen.

Shen Jingqiu was pouring tea for her grandfather when she started to laugh out loud.

That evening, Ye Chen returned from Jiangcheng late.

Upon entering the valley, they saw that the lights were still on in the courtyard, and Shen Bo'an, Su Qinghan, and Seventh Uncle were sitting around a stone table.

On the table sat a pot of tea and several dishes of peanuts. Shen Bo'an, wearing a padded jacket, had his legs propped up on a small stool, and looked much better than he had a few days ago.

Seeing Ye Chen enter, Seventh Uncle beckoned to him: "Little Chen, come here. Your master was just telling the story of how your father stole medicinal wine when he was a child, and he was getting to the exciting part."

Ye Chen smiled, pulled up a chair, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Su Qinghan glanced at him and continued, "He was only twelve at the time. The jar of medicinal wine that my master brewed was kept at the very back of the medicine hut, sealed with a red cloth. While I was down the mountain collecting herbs, he sneaked in by himself, lifted the cloth, and drank half a jar. As a result, he was drunk for two days. When he woke up, he was talking nonsense, saying that he saw ginseng that could dance all over the mountain."

Shen Bo'an chuckled and asked, "Did your master punish him?"

Su Qinghan said, "He was punished by copying the medicine classic for three months. After he finished copying it, he really memorized the properties of the medicines perfectly. Later, he told me that if he had known that drinking medicinal wine could improve memory, he should have stolen it earlier."

Seventh Uncle slapped his thigh and laughed, saying that Ye Changfeng had been full of crooked ideas since he was a child.

Ye Chen sat beside him, listening with a sense of both novelty and familiarity.

His father had always been a vague figure in his heart, but these fragmented old stories gradually filled that figure in.

Jiang Ruoxi came out of the house, carrying a plate of freshly cut watermelon.

She placed it on the table and sat down next to Ye Chen.

Shen Bo'an glanced at her and suddenly said, "Ruoxi is very similar to a female teacher I knew when I was young. She didn't talk much, but when she did, she touched people's hearts."

Jiang Ruoxi laughed and said, "Grandpa Shen, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Shen Bo'an waved his hand: "You're praising me because if I had met such a lady when I was young, I wouldn't have been a bachelor my whole life."

Everyone laughed again.

Shen Jingqiu whispered from the side, "Grandpa, you're here again. Last time you told me that matchmakers used to throng to your door when you were young."

Shen Bo'an glared at her: "That's because I have high standards."

The laughter in the courtyard grew louder.

Despite the laughter, Ye Chen could tell that Shen Bo'an had something to say tonight.

Sure enough, after the workers dispersed and Seventh Uncle went back to his room to rest, Shen Bo'an slowly stopped laughing and looked at Su Qinghan: "Qinghan, there's something I want to discuss with you. The plaque for Anhetang has been returned, but I still have something in my hands that I haven't handed over yet."

Su Qinghan put down her teacup: "What is this?"

Shen Bo'an told Shen Jingqiu to go back to the house and took out a booklet wrapped in several layers of oil paper from the bottom of his suitcase.

The booklet was very thin, the cover was gone, and the inner pages were a dark yellow, as if they had been soaked in water and then dried.

Shen Bo'an gently placed it on the table and said, "This was given to me by my grandfather before he passed away. He said that this thing should not be placed with other things from Anhetang. It should be handed over separately when the people from Yaowang Valley come. It doesn't contain prescriptions, but the real reason why Anhetang separated from Yaowang Valley back then."

Su Qinghan's finger paused on the page for a moment.

She didn't open it immediately, but asked, "Have you seen it before?"

Shen Bo'an nodded: "I read it once, and after that, I didn't touch it again for decades. My grandfather said that knowing too much is not a good thing, but today, I feel that you should know that Medicine King Valley and Anhe Hall did not part amicably back then. There was a deep misunderstanding between your grandmaster and my grandfather."

It felt as if a layer of air had been sucked out of the courtyard.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi exchanged a glance but remained silent.

Su Qinghan finally opened the booklet.

She read very slowly, going through each page word by word.

The moonlight streamed down from above, falling on her profile and making the fine lines on her face exceptionally clear.

Ye Chen sat beside him and watched as his master's brows furrowed and then relaxed little by little.

After a long while, Su Qinghan closed the booklet and let out a long sigh.

She looked up at Shen Bo'an, her voice a little hoarse than usual: "So that's how it is. My master never told me this. He only said that the people from Anhetang were untrustworthy. But in reality, he was the one who withheld their prescription first."

Shen Bo'an nodded: "My grandfather has never said a bad word about Medicine King Valley. He only said that when the people from Medicine King Valley come one day, he will show them this booklet. After they have read it, whether they hate or resent, he will accept it."

Su Qinghan remained silent for a long time.

She slowly stood up, walked to the warehouse door with the plaque of Anhetang hanging on it, and looked up at the old piece of wood.

The moonlight shone on the plaque, making the three characters glow with an extremely faint and soft light.

She suddenly said, "Make a copy of this booklet tomorrow and put it together with the medicine booklet of Anhetang. Burn the original. Let bygones be bygones. Your grandfather and my master are both gone. Our generation doesn't need to live with the burdens of the previous generation."

Upon hearing this, Shen Bo'an's eyes slowly brightened.

He nodded heavily and said, "Okay, burn it."

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi remained silent.

After Shen Bo'an was helped back to his room to rest by Shen Jingqiu, Ye Chen walked over to Su Qinghan's side.

Su Qinghan was still standing under that plaque, the wind causing the hem of her clothes to flutter slightly.

Ye Chen asked softly, "Master, are you alright?"

Su Qinghan turned to look at him, her gaze calm and gentle.

She raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's nothing. I just feel that in this life, there are some knots that you have to untie yourself. If your father were still alive, he would do the same."

Ye Chen nodded.

He suddenly remembered something Su Qinghan had said to him on the mountain many years ago: the gate of Medicine King Valley faces outward because people's hearts should be turned inward. He didn't understand it then, but he does now.

The night is deep.

Jiang Ruoxi walked to Ye Chen's side and draped a coat over his shoulders.

The two stood in the courtyard, looking at the sleeping medicinal herb field under the moonlight and the old plaque hanging quietly.

Jiang Ruoxi said softly, "When autumn comes, we'll heal Grandpa Shen's leg and take him back to Nancheng to visit the old site of Anhetang."

Ye Chen nodded in agreement: "Okay, we'll take the plaque back with us and hang it on the original door. We'll take a picture so Grandpa Shen can see that Anhetang is bright again."

Jiang Ruoxi leaned on his shoulder and didn't say anything more.

The mountain breeze blows from the valley floor, carrying the fragrance of angelica far and wide throughout the courtyard.

It seemed to blow all the way to the south of the city, into that alley of the medicine shop, past that old locust tree, and into the dream an old man had for decades.