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Third Watch of the Night

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Qian Ergui also spoke up in support, “Third brother, sister-in-law, your older sister-in-law was wrong, and I’ll have to properly deal with her when I return home. On account of your older brother and your nephew, please forgive her this once. She won’t dare to do it again.”

Qian Sangui knew it was impossible for Qian Ergui to divorce his wife because of this incident, but he didn’t expect Qian Ergui to be swayed by just a few words from Lady Tang, either. He shook his head and ignored them.

Pointing at Li Shuanzi and Li Ahcai, he said, “If you dare to bully Jinwa and Xiuxiu again, I’ll risk my life for it, letting the white blade go in and the red blade come out. Just try me if you don’t believe it.”

Old woman Qian, fuming with anger, pointed at Qian Ergui and scolded, “How did I raise such a foolish son? Utterly disappointing, swayed by a wife’s few sweet words till your legs went weak.”

Her words made Qian Ergui’s face turn red with embarrassment.

Qian Dagui sighed and said, “Second brother, just take them back home. Remember, you’re the head of the family.” He enunciated the last three words very heavily.

The family from the third branch finally went back to their own house at the western end of the village after finishing their meal in the big courtyard. Because Qian Sangui was angry, he felt weak all over, so Qian Manchuan carried him back.

Cheng Yue saw Qian Yijin with a bruised face, crying for most of the night. Despite their best efforts, the two little siblings couldn’t cheer her up.

“Mom’s Jinwa is so pitiful… Mom’s heart is breaking… Mom’s Xiuxiu, such a good child, how could anyone hit you, bully you…”

Exhausted from crying, she gradually fell asleep.

The next day, the bruised Qian Yijin insisted on going to work privately. Fearing he would be beaten, Cheng Yue cried and wouldn’t let him go until Lady Wu escorted him.

Cheng Yue watched Qian Yixiu closely all day without taking her eyes off her, having no choice but to stay meekly in the courtyard without going anywhere.

Dashan did not enter the mountains either. To commend its bravery from the day before, Lady Wu bought some meat from the town and especially picked up a few bones for it to chew on.

After dinner, Qian Sangui and Lady Wu sat in the main room talking, while Qian Manxia washed the dishes in the kitchen. The little boy was putting in a great effort, hoping to take over the household responsibilities soon, and Cheng Yue watched him intently.

Only Qian Yixiu was at leisure, playing with Dashan in the courtyard. Suddenly, for some reason, Dashan began to act restless, circled a few times, and started to butt its head against the courtyard gate.

There was a situation outside!

Curious, Qian Yixiu ran to the kitchen to inform her aunt, “I’m going out with Dashan for a bit, I’ll be right back. Auntie, come and bolt the door.” Then she sneaked out quietly following Dashan.

Qian Manxia wanted to stop her, but Qian Yixiu had already run off. Fearing that she would scare Cheng Yue, she didn’t dare to shout, so she just stomped her feet in frustration and bolted the door.

Following Dashan, Qian Yixiu arrived behind the courtyard, and after walking westward for tens of meters, to her surprise, she saw a little bald monk sitting cross-legged on a huge rock on the hillside, deep in thought. The little monk, only five or six years old, chubby and fair, with delicate features and dressed in a grey monk’s robe, pressed his lips tightly together. His intelligent, big eyes gazed into the far distance, and he looked adorably wise, much like Brother Ikkyu.

He sat next to a small monkey, which assumed the same posture as the Little Monk, chin propped up in contemplation. However, the distress in its eyes was very apparent, and its nose twitched occasionally, betraying an inner turbulence.

At the sight of the little monkey, Qian Yixiu’s eyes widened.

It was an old acquaintance of Qian Yixiu. She had seen it many times when she was a ghost. Wasn’t it supposed to be in the deep mountains? How did it come out?

This little monkey differed from the common macaque and also from the golden snub-nosed monkey; it was covered in red fur except for a ring of white hair around its facial perimeter and a tuft of white hair on the back of its neck. Despite having a red face and buttocks, and a sharp mouth and cheeks, it was one of the most handsome breeds among monkeys. Qian Yixiu hadn’t seen a monkey with such features in her past life and wondered whether they had become extinct, evolved, or simply lived in deep mountains undetected by modern civilization.

Speaking of the little monkey, there was a tale that shook the heavens and moved ghosts to tears.

The little monkey was the son of the Old Monkey King of the deep mountains. No sooner had it been born than its father, the Old Monkey King, was driven from his throne by a robust adult monkey. The little monkey and its Monkey Mother had to hide and evade the pursuit of the New Monkey King.

At the end of last year, the mountains experienced several days of heavy snowfall, and the family of three’s hiding spot was discovered by the New Monkey King. That night, he led a troop of monkeys to chase them to the edge of a cliff.

There were no trees on either side of the bare cliff, which was more than ten feet wide. In normal circumstances, they surely could have jumped across. But now, with thick snow on the ground, they couldn’t muster much strength, and even they weren’t certain they could make the leap. Moreover, the cliff was almost as sharply cut as if by a knife, and the rocks and crevices that could offer footholds were covered with snow, barely visible even under the bright starlight.

Seeing the family trapped in a desperate situation, Qian Yixiu’s heart rose to her throat. She didn’t know whether they would choose to jump over the cliff or try to climb down it. To her, both options seemed to have a slim chance of survival.

After a brief exchange, the Old Monkey King and his mate seemed to have made a decision. He patted the little monkey on the head, his eyes filled with reluctance and pity. He leapt toward the cliff first, followed by the Monkey Mother holding the little monkey tight. As their bodies began to fall short of the other side, the Monkey Mother, carrying the little monkey, stepped off the slightly lower back of the Old Monkey King and propelled herself to the opposite ledge. The Old Monkey King, however, let out a mournful cry as he plummeted into the abyss.

Under the starlight, at the cliff’s edge, the Monkey Mother held the little monkey and wailed for a long time. Perhaps even the troop across was moved, for they stopped pursuing and turned back.

Qian Yixiu, too, was overwhelmed with sadness.

Parental love is strong as a mountain! Even in the animal kingdom, this profound affection is moving and shocking.

Only when Venus appeared on the horizon did the Monkey Mother, clutching the little monkey, sorrowfully and reluctantly leave the cliff. Afterwards, Qian Yixiu’s ghost never encountered them again.

That night, Qian Yixiu drifted back to the Qian family home and looked at the fragile Xiuxiu still in slumber, a smile occasionally dancing on her lips. Perhaps dreams offered a world so beautiful it made her smiles sweeter than those during the day.

Qian Yixiu thought that if Dad were still alive, Xiuxiu might have suffered less. At the least, she could have had a full meal, worn a new dress…

A child without a mother is pitiful, but a child without a father evokes even deeper compassion.

Qian Yixiu pulled her thoughts back and fought the tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at the Little Monk sitting on the huge rock and asked, “Hey, why have you brought the little monkey here all by yourself? Where’s your family—no, I mean, your master or fellow disciples?”

The Little Monk drooped his eyelids to glance at Qian Yixiu, sighed deeply, then lifted his eyes toward the horizon and sank into contemplation again.

Damn, the kid is still posing like a sage, Qian Yixiu muttered to herself. She spoke again, “There are wild beasts in these mountains, they come out at night to hunt for prey. Aren’t you afraid?”