Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 629: Chapter 520: A Life-saving Grace, Offering Oneself in Return?_2

Qu Shaogong took out a gift list and handed it to Yang Zhenshan, saying, ”How can I forget the debt of saving a life? But for the moment, I don’t know how to express my gratitude properly. I could only prepare a small token of thanks. Please, Marquis Jing’an, do not refuse it!”

Yang Zhenshan was startled.

A thankfulness gift!

That was something unexpected.

Nonetheless, he took the gift list and glanced over the items, a flicker of light in his eyes.

”Since that is the case, then as her grandfather, I will accept it on behalf of Wanqing!”

After all, Wanqing did help, and it was fitting to accept this expression of gratitude.

Seeing Yang Zhenshan accepting the gift list, Qu Shaogong breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, Yang Zhenshan had someone bring Qu Shaoshang and sent the siblings on their way.

Watching Qu Shaogong’s departing figure, Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard thoughtfully.

This Qu Shaogong is quite a decent young man, shame that he comes from Duke Xing Mansion. Otherwise, he might have been considered a suitable match for Yang Wanqing.

Duke Xing Mansion is far away in Southern Border Town. If Wanqing were to marry there, it would be too far away.

Previously, Yang Zhenshan considered Guo Ziqiao from Marquis Wuding Mansion, and even Yu Qingyi believed that was too far, let alone Duke Xing Mansion.

Marquis Wuding Mansion might return to the Capital City in a few years, but Duke Xing Mansion is to be stationed indefinitely at the Southern Border Town. If she married there, she might not see her family very often in her lifetime.

Moreover, Duke Xing Mansion faced quite a bit of trouble, and the Jinlong Dynasty would not let things settle. Who knows if one day Qu Shaogong might be killed.

Yang Zhenshan shook his head with a hint of regret, turned around, and walked back to the front courtyard. Looking at all the gifts, he searched and found a white jade box.

The reason he accepted this gift on behalf of Yang Wanqing was because among the gifts, there was an item of Treasure Medicine that he needed.

Flame Red Lotus.

No, it wasn’t something he needed, but something Xue Qiaoer needed.

Over the past three years, he had exchanged Hundred Herbs Brew for many treasure medicines, even having three Golden Jade Camellias, but he had never found the Flame Red Lotus.

Unexpectedly, today Qu Shaogong actually brought it.

Opening the jade box, inside was a fiery red lotus pod.

Yang Zhenshan’s lips slightly curled. The Flame Red Lotus was precious in its entirety; its pods were rare delicacies, its leaves could be used in medicine. While not a Treasure Medicine, they were valued herbal ingredients, and even the petals could nourish the meridians.

Of course, the most important were the lotus seeds inside the pod, possessing the effect of penetrating meridians, with an effect similar to that of the Three Yellow Plums, both helpful in condensing Innate True Qi and breaking through bottlenecks of the Innate Realm.

What Xue Qiaoer needed were these lotus seeds. It was unknown if Xue Qiaoer had found the Flame Red Lotus; they had been to the Jinlong Dynasty for three years with no news of return.

After securing the Flame Red Lotus, Yang Zhenshan instructed Lu Shou, ”Take these things to Wanqing’s courtyard!”

Since it was a thankfulness gift for Yang Wanqing, it naturally should be given to her, and he, as the grandfather, had basked in his granddaughter’s light today.

Returning to his study, Yang Zhenshan took out the Flame Red Lotus pod again, counting eighteen seeds on it.

With a thought, he entered the Spiritual Spring Space.

Eighteen seeds—he would keep six for Xue Qiaoer to use.

The remaining twelve could be planted in the pond within the Spiritual Spring Space.

However, the pond in the space now had floating lotus leaves, with twelve unidentified lotus plants surrounding the Spiritual Spring. Each plant had three leaves, clear as jade, and very pleasant to the eye.

It’s just that these unknown lotuses were growing too slowly. Six years had passed, and only three leaves had emerged, the largest one no bigger than a palm.

Even immersed in the Spiritual Spring Water, they were growing at a snail’s pace; one wonders what treasures they could be.

Yang Zhenshan had gotten used to these unknown lotuses and merely glanced at them before turning to plant the seeds of the Flame Red Lotus.