The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1507: A Magnificent Funeral for Parents

Cheng Youning chuckled, "My little grandfather certainly loves me, but this is my first offense. Luckily, I pulled back before it was too late and didn't make a big mistake." Cheng Youning stood up and said, "Seeing that you're doing well here, I'm relieved."

"Youning, are you leaving?" Princess Zhuoyang showed her anxiety and reluctance. This place was like a cold palace for her. No one had told her about things outside for a long time. No one had sat here with her and talked to her for a long time. The loneliness she had endured for a long time made her tremble in her heart. When Cheng Youning did not show up, she thought she was forgotten by everyone.

"I'm going to Prince Pang's mansion to visit my grandparents. They haven't seen me for a while and they must be missing me." Cheng Youning had a smile on his face. He was such a popular figure that everyone would miss him even if they couldn't see him.

Princess Zhuoyang felt uncomfortable when Prince Pang's mansion was mentioned. She felt guilty and asked, "Is your grandfather okay?"

"It's still the same. I used to hear my grandmother's maid secretly say that my grandfather wouldn't live more than six months. But six months have passed, and my grandfather is still fine. He just stays in bed every day, relying on herbs to keep himself alive. He suffers from illness and pain. It's heartbreaking. The imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital have examined him, but they are all helpless. Heart disease is difficult to cure. Grandpa can only rely on elixirs to keep him alive. It's impossible for him to recover. Okay, I won't say any more to you. I really have to go. If I'm late, my grandfather will be asleep."

"Will you come tomorrow?"

"Not coming."

"The day after tomorrow."

"Zhuoyang, I have something important to attend to. I won't be here in the next few days."

Princess Zhuoyang's eyes were filled with disappointment, and she looked so miserable. Cheng Youning was her only friend here. If Cheng Youning didn't help her, she would not be able to move forward in the palace.

Cheng Youning seemed to see through Princess Zhuoyang's thoughts and comforted her, saying, "If you have any problems, you can go to my grandmother. She will help you."

"I want to see your grandfather, will she help me?" Princess Zhuoyang didn't believe that Zhong Siyu was so magnanimous.

"Of course not. My little grandfather is her heaven. If he doesn't want to see you, she will definitely not let you." Before leaving, Cheng Youning said earnestly, "Zhuoyang, don't be so persistent. If my little grandfather doesn't want to see you, you can just stay in Chenqing Palace and recuperate. Why are you so stubborn?"

Cheng Youning calculated the time to come and the time to leave. He saw that Princess Zhuoyang wanted to keep him for a while, and he also knew that she was very bored in this palace alone and helpless, but he had to leave at this time.

He had not set foot in Prince Pang's mansion for many days. At such a young age, he was worried about his grandparents. Usually, his grandparents were the most partial to him. They didn't know that he was reclaiming wasteland in the mountains. If they knew, they would definitely go up the mountain to bring him back, and then scold his grandfather. Although this would feel good, he couldn't complain to his grandparents because of the kite incident. Even if he wanted to ask his grandparents for protection, he didn't dare to do so.

His grandparents will definitely stand up for him in small matters, but they will not be partial when it comes to major issues.

If he doesn't reclaim the land and doesn't recognize Mr. Song Tingzhi, his little grandfather will ruthlessly tell his grandparents about the kite incident. By then, no matter how much his grandparents love him, they will not favor him. They may even use the family rules to punish him again. In this way, the victory will be returned to his little grandfather.

After weighing the pros and cons, Cheng Youning finally accepted the fact of going up the mountain to reclaim wasteland. After enduring more than half a month of hardship, he finally completed his mission today.

When Cheng Youning appeared in front of Mr. Wan's bed, Mr. Wan, who had been lying down for a while, was so happy that he asked someone to help him up. He was surprisingly in better spirits than during the day.

"What has grandson been busy with lately?"

Cheng Youning, as usual, said with a smile, "My grandson is studying the Six Arts diligently."

Wan Lianxing nodded with satisfaction, "My grandson is promising. He seems to have grown taller in the past few days."

Hearing this, Cheng Youning straightened his shoulders to make himself look taller. "Grandpa, how is your health lately?"

"Grandpa is fine. Your little grandfather has the imperial physician come to the house every day to check his pulse and uses the best medicine for him. You should study hard and don't have to visit him every day. You should also tell your little grandfather that there's nothing wrong with him and don't let him worry about it every day."

"I just came from my little grandfather. He asked about you. He's been busy managing the refugees lately. He said he'd come visit you in a couple of days."

"What's so good about Grandpa's old bones? Let him focus on government affairs and the people. Grandpa's health is already fine."

Wan Lianxing couldn't come because he was busy with government affairs. He was afraid of his sister-in-law. His sister-in-law's family wanted to be an official, and it was difficult for him not to give her this face. At this time, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and stay away from her.

Cheng Youning sat at the head of his grandfather's bed and chatted with Master Wan like a little adult. Cheng Youning talked about a lot of things, big and small, from the government affairs of the court to the trivial anecdotes in the streets. Cheng Youning talked about whatever came to his mind, and even the most insignificant things, Master Wan listened with relish without even looking at or laughing.

Cheng Feng, who was sitting on a chair nearby and listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, was full of admiration in his heart. His son had a good mouth and was really good at coaxing people. In just a short while, he made the old man, who had already lost his temper, blush and smile happily.

It wasn't until Wan Lianxing was too tired to sit still that Cheng Feng started to chase him away. "Son, your grandfather needs to rest. You should go back."

"No hurry, I still need to go to your yard to see my mother."

"You are being filial today. Your mother and I will never go to the mountains to reclaim wasteland, and you will never miss your mother."

Hearing this, Cheng Youning chuckled again, "Hasn't our land already been planted? I won't be able to see my mother tomorrow."

"You little bastard, you won't go up the mountain to work tomorrow. If you don't come home, where are you going to run off to?"

"Let's go for a walk. I haven't been shopping for a long time. By the way, Daddy, when are we going to play polo?"

"Playing polo?"

"Yes, didn't you promise me that day that after you finished reclaiming the wasteland, you would take me out for a few days to play, hunting, playing cuju, playing polo, Daddy, you haven't forgotten all that, have you?"

Cheng Feng smiled awkwardly. He had simply forgotten about it. "Son... Daddy will take you out hunting, playing Cuju and polo in a few days, okay? Your Uncle Chen and his family just arrived a few days ago, and they want Daddy to help them choose a house in the city."

"Didn't the Chen family spend all their wealth on the road to escape? How could they afford to buy a house?"

"Yuhua has more money than she can spend on buying houses."

"Didn't Yuhua use her money to bury her parents-in-law? How could she have any more money?"