After confirming the ssage repeatedly, the two people present imdiately turned deathly pale.
After all, they were from a Marquis's Household, and neither mother nor son were fools.
A Daoist master, soone who attained the Dao through painting right before everyone's eyes, receiving the gifts of heaven and earth—a true immortal.
Such a person had nearly been taken into their Marquis's Household as a concubine. Regardless of whether that Daoist master would later hold a grudge against their household because of this humiliating incident, it was easy to imagine that once this news spread, those political enemies in the court would swarm their household like beasts slling blood.
Furthermore, with such an immortal having almost entered their residence, how would the supre ruler sitting on the dragon throne view them...
Of course, the most important thing now was, could it be that no one at all could see through their previous intentions?
It is said that those who attain the Dao understand the past and present...
Just thinking about all this, the Lady of Wu Yang Marquis's Household couldn't help but shiver all over. The mont all the maids withdrew, she couldn't help but collapse heavily before the couch.
Seeing his mother, who always valued decorum, in such a state, the young master of Wu Yang Marquis's Household, Ouyang Min, seated in his wheelchair, also felt his eyes redden.
"Mother, it's all my fault. If not for my incompetence, my current lack of achievent in both literary and martial arts, being like a useless person, Mother wouldn't have needed to worry and sche for like this..."
"Min'er!"
Before he could finish, Lady Ouyang couldn't help but speak up, "Min'er, what nonsense are you talking? How could this be your fault? If not for those vile people and their despicable thods, how could my son have ended up like this?"
"If only back then, as your mother, I could have protected you properly..."
Looking at her precious son before her, gaunt and pale, frail and weak, barely able to move daily only by relying on the wheelchair beneath him, Lady Ouyang's face showed increasing anguish and pain.
Back in the day, before Min'er's accident, how exceptionally talented and brilliant he was. He began studying literature at four, martial arts at six, and even his master had said he was good material for the imperial examinations. Before he was twelve, his painting skills had earned frequent praise from literary circles and even renowned scholars.
How proud she had been back then. Even though her husband didn't favor her and her natal family was weak, relying on her clever son, she was still the undisputed mistress of the Marquis's Household's inner quarters.
Who could have predicted the fickleness of fate and the treachery of human hearts? Not long after, that very pride instantly shattered her...
Thinking of her son growing increasingly despondent day after day since that day, even his once proud painting skills were said to be rely superficial, the spiritual energy within them long since vanished.
And soon, given that person's cold indifference, even his position as young master beneath him would be taken by another.
Now, even the backup plan they had finally found was...
Heavens, how unjust!
Thinking of the suffering her son had endured over these years, Lady Ouyang lifted her sleeve and fiercely wiped away the remaining dampness at the corner of her eye.
Gazing intently at her son before her, she said, "Min'er, it's alright, Min'er. No matter who asks in the future, you only admired that Daoist master's talent and learning, which is why you insisted on going to propose marriage."
"It was I, your mother, who was blind, dissatisfied with that Daoist master's family background, which is why I insisted on betrothing her as a concubine."
"If the immortal blas anyone later, let it all be directed at !"
"Mother!"
"Cough... Anyway, the person hasn't been betrothed yet, we can't..."
In the wheelchair, Young Master Ouyang's eyes filled with tears, and in his agitation, he nearly fell from the wheelchair.
Unfortunately, this ti, the response he received was his mother's heavy, despondent shake of her head.
"It's no use... it's no use, Min'er. When we sent the betrothal gifts, we didn't deliberately conceal it. Besides, with that family's shallow nature, having gained such a noble connection with the Marquis's Household, how could they not boast about it everywhere?"
This way, even though this place is so distance from the capital, the news simply couldn't be suppressed.
Pityingly stroking her son's face, the Lady of the Marquis's Household said with unconcealed sorrow.
Who would have thought that not long ago, she was still smugly pleased with that peasant family's shallow ignorance and foolish arrogance? Who could have guessed that in just a few days, all that earlier pride had completely transford into sharp blades and daggers pointed at her and her son.
At this mont, thinking of that family's shallowness, Lady Ouyang couldn't help but feel overwhelming anger and resentnt in her heart!
A bunch of fools!
And in fact, her guess was clearly correct.
Led by the old Daoist, after once again bowing and cautiously admiring that "divine work," especially personally feeling the indescribable Daoist essence within the painting, and how rely being near it made one's mind feel much clearer...
Ah, this, this was undoubtedly a true immortal!
Truly a masterpiece from an immortal attaining the Dao!
Of course, while feeling pleased, Magistrate Wang no longer dared to show the slightest negligence regarding everything about this immortal. He hurriedly wrote a morial overnight and ordered soone to deliver it urgently to the capital.
It was as if what he sent was not a secret morial, but a supre treasure that could make him soar to great heights.
What? Wu Yang Marquis's Household? Forget the young master, even if the Marquis himself ca, so what? Just ask, would he dare make a move?
Yes, regarding this person's background and experiences, ever since the miraculous phenonon first appeared, through the day-and-night efforts of the constables, every detail had been laid out before Magistrate Wang without omission.
However, after reading it, Magistrate Wang couldn't help but feel even more impressed!
Born as a peasant girl, without resources, her master wasn't so great Master either, yet with just a painting, she could make the young master of a Marquis's Household travel a thousand miles to co and insist on betrothal gifts. What was this? Genius!
The kind that erges only once in a thousand years.
But now:
"Wait, you're saying that even though this immortal master has stayed here so long, she only asked the temple head to take a ssage to her master, and hasn't inquired about her family at all?"
"Not even asking about her parents and elders?"
Receiving his subordinate's affirmative answer, Magistrate Wang raised his hand again and rhythmically stroked his fine beard.
At this mont, undoubtedly, the Daoist scriptures the Magistrate had been cramming day and night these past days played a significant role.
Just ask, why did the immortal attain the Dao neither earlier nor later, but precisely at this ti, when she was about to be "married" into the Marquis's Household?
Ah, this, I've heard that in Daoism, there was once severing the seven emotions to achieve sainthood. Could it be, could it be...
Thinking of the Daoist knowledge he had cramd these past few days, Magistrate Wang suddenly felt he understood!
Imdiately, he hurriedly spoke to the subordinate beside him, "Quickly, quickly, the gifts prepared for the Xiao family earlier, don't send them!"
But a mont later, he suddenly rembered sothing.
"No, the gifts still need to be prepared! Go, send every single one of them without omission to the Yang family. No, wait, that's not right, it's..."
What Yang family? That was clearly the place where the immortal master received her Dao!
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