A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
After the Jingdou Rebellion, King Jing had been increasingly silent. Other than weeping before the memorial during the empress dowager's national mourning, he had not entered the Royal Palace again. The flower farmer had also not appeared in front of the officials again. The manor became the quietest place in Jingdou. The front doors only opened for a few people, which included Fan Xian.
Fan Xian tilted his head and placed his finger on King Jing's wrist. He furrowed his brows slightly and released his fingers a moment later. After thinking a bit, he said, "You've long recovered from the chill two years ago, but there is still something not quite right about this pulse. I can't tell what it is exactly."
King Jing glared at him and said, "Bullsh*t, there's nothing wrong. What could you have learned from Fei Jie? Go away! There is a famous Qing Mountain doctor right here. What are you doing in the way?"