Qi Zhenzhen asked Chunfeng to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study and began copying scriptures.
As she copied, she recited them aloud, appearing very devout.
In Chunfeng's words, wives and elderly ladies from prominent families in the capital all wished to obtain scriptures from Master Yuanjue, but so far, besides the Empress Dowager in the palace, only Qi Zhenzhen had this honor.
Therefore, these scriptures had to be carefully preserved.
Chunfeng also mentioned that copying scriptures offered by Master Yuanjue could bring blessings. Qi Zhenzhen, having nothing else to do during the summer retreat, decided to copy them for self-cultivation and to pray for Gu Sinian. After all, with the previous incident at the border serving as a cautionary tale, her heart was always uneasy.
Last time, she had gone, and with Luo Wanqing and Ye Bai's help, the person had been fine.
This time.
She hoped everything would be safe and smooth, and if anything happened, she hoped it could be turned from danger into peace.
Also, she hoped the little cub could be of some help.
The little cub, being thought of, was currently feasting heartily, enjoying a lamb's hind leg.
Speaking of which, the journey to the border had been anything but peaceful. Wave after wave of pursuers had followed, only giving up their chase as they neared the border.
Although they had mostly escaped danger with little harm, there had been a few minor mishaps.
During the last assassination attempt, one of the assassins bore the same face as its master.
As a result, the rather clumsy master’s husband was stunned and almost pierced through the heart by an arrow. If it hadn't rushed forward at the critical moment, paying the price of a leg, this unlucky master’s husband would have been lost.
Fortunately, its self-sacrifice was not in vain. That group of people was apprehended, and the one with the same face as its master had been wearing a human skin mask. The mask was so well-made that if it hadn't identified it by scent, it would never have discovered it was fake.
Thus, it had made a great contribution.
Afterward, the people around the master’s husband treated it like a mascot.
They took excellent care of it.
Because of its injured leg, they even specially carved wood to make a simple cart for it to ride in.
Every day, they also went hunting for various wild game, fearing it wouldn't eat well and affect its wound recovery.
In short, its status had now become elevated.
Upon reaching the border, the people around the master’s husband found a courtyard to settle it in, telling it to rest and recover from its injuries.
Humans were indeed foolish. Such a minor injury didn't require so much recovery time. Now that they were back at the border, it really wanted to go home and see. Although it didn't miss those foolish humans, it missed the Sacred Wolf.
However, no one could hear its thoughts.
To prevent it from wandering around, it was even locked in a cage.
Humiliation.
Fortunately, the Sacred Wolf knew it had returned and visited it one night. It instructed it to follow its master diligently and to look after the wolf tribe in the future, to prevent their potential extinction.
It couldn't quite understand. The wolf tribe lived in the deep mountains, minding their own business, and got along well with the fierce beasts in the mountains. Their wolf tribe even had a sacred land and a Sacred Wolf. So how could there be a disaster threatening their existence? But no matter how it asked, the Sacred Wolf wouldn't say more.
The little cub pondered deeply. Its bloodline was not very pure among the wolf tribe. It couldn't understand why such a difficult task had fallen upon it. Was the Sacred Wolf sure it could lead the wolf tribe to avoid disaster? What if it accidentally caused the extinction of the wolf tribe? Wouldn't it then become a notorious wolf throughout history?
As the Sacred Wolf left, it stuffed a dark, round ball into its mouth, saying it was its possession, returned to its rightful owner.
Although the taste was a bit strange, it felt quite good after swallowing it. Its leg, which had been faintly aching, quickly stopped hurting.
The little cub thought contentedly that the Sacred Wolf indeed had its ways. It was a wolf, after all, and when a wolf was injured, it was still best managed by a wolf. Human medicines and methods were simply no match for their wolf tribe.