Chapter 125: Competing with the Princess for the Talented Scholar

  Madam Wei nodded, her movements full of elegance and nobility: "As long as he takes good care of himself, with Imperial Physician Zhang attending to him, he will recover soon." She paused for a moment before continuing: "If there's anything else troubling you, feel free to tell me. Our family's son is inseparable from you. Moreover, you're his lifesaver; we should be helping you."

  I smiled and said, "In a family, it's inevitable to have some conflicts and disagreements from time to time. If no one is willing to compromise, how can we get along harmoniously?"

  Madam Wei came down quietly, seemingly pondering my words. After a long while, she said: "Indeed, you're a sensible girl." She sighed and said: "What a pity that Second Master Song's health is poor; otherwise, who knows what kind of good fortune it would be?"

  I thought to myself, if Ya's body had recovered, I'm afraid Su Su wouldn't have been able to marry.

  Just as I was silent, a crisp voice outside shouted: "Goddess sister, you're here?" As soon as the words fell, a ball of flesh rushed in from outside, regardless of age or sex, and rushed into my arms. It was Wei Zifu!

  Looking at his innocence, my mood improved a lot. Wei's wife smiled and scolded him, but she wasn't really angry about his rudeness. I looked at his red face and wiped the sweat for him, then smiled and said: "What did you learn today?"

  He jumped down with a treasured look and stood in a horse stance saying: "I'll practice for sister to see."

  I exchanged a glance with Madame Wei, who was overjoyed and couldn't help but walk over to sit beside me. "You're here now, it's different," she said. "He has never been willing to perform for me, and whenever I ask him anything, he just doesn't speak."

  Wei Zifu heard her mother complaining to me and was extremely unwilling, pouting her mouth.

  I let out a soft "hiss" and said: "Sister is very honored, come quickly to take a look."

  His little feet were already shaking, and upon hearing me say this, he was overjoyed. With a kick of his foot and a lift of his hand, he started throwing punches. What's called "nameless boxing" is just that I couldn't call out the names, but he was actually punching in a pretty standard way, with a set routine between his fists and feet.