Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Zhuo Yichen and Gong Yuanzheng walked side by side, escorting Zhuo Yixuan's coffin, and slowly headed towards the Zhuo family's ancestral tomb. Along the way, the two looked solemn, their hearts filled with grief and remembrance for the deceased.

As they walked, Gong Yuanzheng suddenly said, "Second brother, I once learned by chance from eldest brother that the Bingyi tribe's territory doesn't seem to be too far from our Zhuo family's ancestral tomb. How about we take this opportunity to go and take a look?" It turned out that Gong Yuanzheng had heard Zhuo Yixuan mention this matter before. It was said that the ancestors of the Zhuo family were all buried in another place, and this place was only ten miles away from the former residence of the Bingyi ancestor.

Zhuo Yichen nodded slightly and agreed, "Indeed, the Bingyi tribe's territory is about ten miles ahead. It's just... my brother once warned me that the place is quite dangerous, so I only go there when I worship the Bingyi ancestor." Although Zhuo Yichen was not very familiar with the Bingyi tribe's territory, for some reason, whenever he thought of that place, he would always have an indescribable feeling deep in his heart, as if he had lived there for a long time.

Hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed in Gong Yuanzheng's eyes, and he asked, "In that case, second brother, do you think we should go explore together? After all, since I returned to the Zhuo family, I have never had the opportunity to set foot on that mysterious land."

Zhuo Yichen thought for a moment and quickly made a decision, saying readily, "Alright! After my brother's coffin is properly buried, I will take you there for a walk and a look. Dad lived there until I was born. And I heard that when I was just born, he even stayed there for a whole month."

With a heavy and dull sound, the huge tomb door slowly fell, as if isolating the whole world outside the door. Zhuo Yichen stood there blankly, tears in his eyes kept rolling, but he tried his best to hold them back and not let them fall easily.

However, when the tomb door was finally completely closed, the last line of defense in his heart collapsed instantly, and the tears that he had been holding back fell uncontrollably like a flood that broke through a dam, splashing onto the ground beneath his feet and forming small puddles.

"Yuanzheng, I... I don't have a brother anymore! From now on, I am a poor child without a brother to protect me." Zhuo Yichen's legs softened and he squatted on the ground powerlessly, curling up into a small ball, like a small animal licking its wounds alone after being injured. His body trembled slightly, and his crying echoed in the empty cemetery, which seemed particularly desolate and sad.

Gong Yuanzheng, who was standing aside, looked at Zhuo Yichen who was so grief-stricken, and his heart was full of heartache and pity. He walked forward, squatted gently, and stretched out his hands to comfort him. "Second brother, don't be too sad, you still have me! I will always be by your side, and daddy, mommy and the others are still here! We will always care about you and take care of you." Gong Yuanzheng held Zhuo Yichen's hand tightly, trying to give him some warmth and strength.

Hearing Gong Yuanzheng's words, Zhuo Yichen slowly raised his head, revealing a bitter smile on his tear-stained face. He grabbed Gong Yuanzheng's hand tightly, as if it was the only life-saving straw he could rely on at the moment. "Yuanzheng...thank you." Zhuo Yichen's voice was hoarse and low, with endless sadness.

Gong Yuanzheng just stood quietly beside Zhuo Yichen, accompanying him silently. As time passed, Zhuo Yichen finally stopped crying and slowly sorted out his mood. He wiped his red and swollen eyes with his sleeves, then took a deep breath and tried to force out a smile.

"Let's go! Yuanzheng, I'll take you to the Bingyi tribe's territory. There are many beautiful scenery and interesting things there." As he said that, Zhuo Yichen stood up, took Gong Yuanzheng's hand, and walked towards the Bingyi tribe's territory with firm steps.

Just as the two were about to leave the Zhuo family's ancestral tomb, Zhuo Yichen suddenly stopped and turned around. He stared at the closed tomb, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance.

Buried here were his beloved brother and his most respected father, the two most important relatives in his childhood. Although he was very reluctant to leave, he knew that life had to go on. So he took a deep breath, turned around, and resolutely pulled Gong Yuanzheng away from this sad place.

The two found along the way that the Bingyi tribe's land was not as scary as the legend said, but was full of birdsong, flowers, and beautiful mountains and rivers. The closer they got to the center of the Bingyi tribe's land, the colder it became. However, they found a tree house not far from the cave where the Bingyi ancestor once lived, which remained in its original appearance.

"It's not as exaggerated as my brother said! Isn't it beautiful?" Zhuo Yichen thought his brother was just lying to him and didn't want him to run around and tell lies.

Gong Yuanzheng thought to himself that the mountain behind the palace gate was just like the Bingyi tribe's territory. From the outside, it looked like a beautiful landscape, but there was often a huge danger hidden under the beautiful appearance. Just like the poisonous flowers and plants he cultivated, the more colorful and beautiful they were, the more toxic they were, making people afraid.

"Second brother, let's go home! This place gives me a very bad feeling." Gong Yuanzheng said as he tightly held Zhuo Yichen who was about to continue walking inside.

After being pulled by Gong Yuanzheng like this, Zhuo Yichen did not insist on exploring deeper, but stopped obediently.

However, just as they were about to turn around and leave, Zhuo Yichen seemed to hear a faint shouting coming from the cave that was emitting bursts of chill, as if someone was whispering his name inside.

Not long after, the two returned to Tiandu together. The days after returning to Tiandu passed in a flash, and soon, Gong Yuanzheng was taken back to the palace by his brother Gong Shangjiao.

Before leaving, Gong Yuanzheng sat in the carriage, gently lifted the curtain, looked at Zhuo Yichen who was standing beside the carriage to see him off, and said, "Second brother, after some time, I will definitely come with you to attend your coming-of-age ceremony."

Zhuo Yichen smiled and replied, "Okay, I will wait for you here." After that, the two smiled at each other, and the friendship between them was beyond words. With the driver's shout, the whip was lightly raised, and the carriage slowly started and gradually disappeared at the end of the road...

After returning to the palace, Gong Yuanzheng threw himself into his work, thinking of developing a cold fragrance for his second brother that was different from others.

Seeing Gong Yuanzheng rushing straight to the pharmacy of Zheng Palace upon his return, Gong Shangjiao could only helplessly instruct the maids of Zheng Palace, "Watch your master carefully and don't let him stay in the pharmacy day and night. Remember to remind him to eat at a certain time. If he doesn't respond, you can just break into the pharmacy. The prescriptions are not important. The most important thing is Yuanzheng's health."

After receiving the order, the maids carried out their work in an orderly manner.

After Gong Shangjiao came back, he quickly dealt with Jiaogong's affairs, and then left the palace again to do business with those people in the martial arts world.

Gong Yuanzheng was disturbed again and again, and walked out of the pharmacy with a sullen face, "What's the matter! Can't you see I'm busy? Do you want me to treat you as a medicine man?"

The maid knew this hard-mouthed but soft-hearted palace master very well. "Young Master, it was Master Jiao who asked us to remind you of meal time. He also said that if you still don't respond, we can just break into the pharmacy."

When Gong Yuanzheng heard that it was Gong Shangjiao who ordered this, he snorted coldly, "If I find out that you are pretending to be my brother, don't blame me for throwing you into the dungeon as a medicine man."

Gong Yuanzheng sat at the table waiting for the servants to bring him the meal that had been specially cooked for him. Before he could even start eating, he heard a loud female voice, "Brother Yuanzheng~"