In the sixth year of Shunwu, on the third day of March, early spring had arrived, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom.

Last night's light rain left the air still feeling a bit cool and refreshing.

A light breeze blew, and a few petals, still clinging to water droplets, were swept away by the wind. They landed on Duan Wenjun's face as he gazed at the flowers by the window.

The gaunt face appeared unusually pale, with the sickly pallor of someone who had just awakened from a serious injury.

"As if a spring wind came all of a sudden, thousands upon thousands of pear blossoms bloomed. " Raising his hand to brush a white petal from his face, Duan Wenjun suddenly remembered the poem and sighed softly, "The snow is gone, the pear blossoms are truly open! The snowflakes in the poem have melted into pear blossoms. It's so beautiful!"

Winter is gone, spring has come. That's good, it's good to be alive!

This is the tenth day since Wen Jun woke up.

He was reborn.

Although he always thought this reincarnation and transmigration plot was so absurd, with the memories fused within him, he had to believe that it was all true.

He stretched, letting out a long sigh. The pain coming from his wound made him grimace.

Since waking up, he had been lying in bed for eight days. Yesterday, he was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.

Looking out the window at the pear blossoms in full bloom, he gave a faint smile.

Although reborn as such a wastrel, at least I'm still alive.

And, there is this rare peace as well.

That is enough.

"As if a spring breeze swept through the night, thousands upon thousands of pear blossoms burst into bloom. At his side, the young attendant, Duan Xiaoxing, hurried to grab paper and ink, recording the lines his master had just composed."

In his eyes, there was even more surprise and admiration.

Since Grandpa woke up, Duan Xiaoxing felt that Grandpa seemed like a different person.

Perhaps after this incident, Grandpa really stood up!

After finishing the poem, Duan Xiaoxing got up from bed, picked up her cloak, and walked toward Duan Wenjun.

"Grandpa, why did you get up again? The wind is cold by the window..." he said cautiously.

He didn't know how his grandfather would feel about this. If he wasn't in a good mood, disturbing him again would surely lead to another scolding.

"Thank you!" He took the cloak and put it on. Duan Wenjun looked at him with a smile.

Even though Ye Ge was still so polite these days, this single "thank you" still made Duan Xiaoxing feel incredibly honored.

In this Jiang City, who doesn't know about the Duan family, the head of the Four Great Families of Jiang? Who doesn't know the name of the eldest son of the Duan family, Duan Wenjun?

Of course, it wasn't because Duan Dadong was particularly skilled in martial arts, nor was it because he was exceptionally talented. It was because...

Lavish spending, a fiery temper, and a life of indulgence in alcohol.

At sixteen, he entered the red-light district with a reckless abandon. He spent a fortune to hire both leading courtesans and even threw the county magistrate's son who was vying for their attention from the upper floor.

At seventeen, just to spite someone in a bet, he bought up a piece of wasteland on the east side of town for thousands of taels of silver.

At eighteen, he fell in love with a young woman from the western part of town and bought a courtyard to keep her in. He didn't care about the anger of her family at all.

Of course, no matter how dissolute or extravagant he is, it really doesn't matter.

If it's something money can solve, it's not a problem.

Who made the Duan family so wealthy?

Even if he were to create a huge scandal, his father Duan Daxiong would use money to cover it up.

But just over a month ago, Master Duan stumbled and almost lost his life.

The largest art hall in Jiang City, Jiang Yi Guan, has a new performer named Jiang Shu Ying. It is said that she came from a wealthy family but fell into poverty and ended up on the streets.

Although Jiang Shuying has fallen into the world of pleasure, she remains pure and dignified, selling her art but not herself.

Duan Daye, having changed his previous demeanor, treated her with respect and vowed to win Jiang Shuying's heart sincerely and marry her.

Everyone in the whole city knows that Jiang Shuyin is the person Duan Wenjun has his eyes on.

But some people just don't have eyes and want to take advantage of Jiang Shuying.

And, he's an outsider as well.

To make matters worse, Jiang Shuyin refused. This person even wanted to use force...

How could Old Master Duan, who has always been so dominant in the Jiang family, possibly tolerate such a thing?

An uncle and aunt one can endure, but not a Master Duan!

Unexpectedly, Old Master Duan led a group of guards over. They originally intended to be heroes and dismember the other party, but they met with an iron plate.

The other party, it turned out, was a notorious highway robber all of a sudden.

And what's worse, a gust of wind came to Jiangcheng, targeting Duan Dadai specifically.

The hero failed to save himself, and ended up getting the ticket instead.

Old Master Duan Daxiong, of the Duan family, sold houses, land, and shops to save his son. He sold most of his fortune before finally redeeming his precious son.

It's no big deal to spend money, but this gust of wind not only took my money but also ripped up my ticket.

Of course, a gust of wind didn't directly kill Duan Wenjun, but when he was lifted back up, there was only outgoing breath, no incoming breath.

Even Wang Yuanqing, the renowned physician of Jiang City, said it was certain death unless there was a miracle.

Even if a miracle happens, waking up still makes you an idiot.

……

Grandpa is awake now, although everything feels strange. He feels like a completely different person.

It's enough that you're not an idiot.

>Duan Xiaoxing thought so.

And he felt, at this moment, his grandfather seemed...

Better...

"Little Star, go get the books from my study for me. I want to read." Seeing Duan Xiaoxing staring at him, Duan Wenjun smiled faintly.

He has become accustomed to Duan Xiaoxing's surprised look.

Since he woke up, Duan Xiaoxing always liked to stare at himself with that kind of look.

“Look, look at the book…” Duan Xiaoxing was so surprised that her eyes were wide open, she could barely fit another egg in her mouth.

Grandpa, you actually want to read a book…

The old master, however, sent him to the best academy in Jiangcheng -- Sihai Academy -- to study.

Several hundred taels of silver a year for tuition, but Grandpa has never truly listened to a single lesson.

Right now, you actually want to read a book?

However, Duan Xiaoxing did not hesitate at all. Instead, he quickly brought several piles of books from the study.

Grandpa wants to read a book, that's a good thing.

If Duan Wenjun hadn't told him to stop for now, Duan Xiaoxing would have probably moved all the books from the entire study.

Looking at the pile of books on the table, Duan Wenjun picked up a volume of "The Qin Wind Collection" and flipped through it.

Duan Xiaoxing hurriedly introduced him, saying that Qin Feng was a contemporary Grand Scholar and the headmaster of Sihai Academy.

It is said that he once taught the current emperor.

During her lifetime, the mistress's favorite thing was reading the articles written by Qin Feng and Qin Lao.

Looking at Duan Wenjun concentrating on his studies, Duan Xiaoxing felt that her grandfather had really changed.

She had only been looking for a while when there was a sound at the door. The maidservant Cui Ping walked in.

Duan Wenjun, who was reading a book, suddenly stood up. The wound on him throbbed, causing him to grimace in pain.

But he didn't care at all. He rushed forward, grabbed Cui Ping's arm, and pulled her into the room.

As he walked, he also instructed Duan Xiaoxing, "Xiaoxingzi, go close the door and guard it at the entrance. No one is allowed to approach."

Duan Xiaoxing was dumbfounded.

He thought Grandpa had changed.

But, after all, Grandpa is still Grandpa.

Seeing him in such a hurry, he's not the old master we knew before, is he?

Although Cui Ping is a member of the Duan family, even if her grandfather wanted a son, she wouldn't amount to much.

But grandpa now, really can't stand being messed with.

"Grandpa, you can't!" Though fearing punishment from her grandfather, Duan Xiaoxing still dissuaded him. "Doctor Wang specifically instructed that for the next six months, you absolutely cannot engage in sexual intercourse. Otherwise, otherwise..."

Before Duan Xiaoxing could finish her words, Duan Wenjun pushed her out of the room. "There's no need for so much chatter, go stand at the door!"

The moment the door closed, Cui Ping's exclaimed voice rang out, "Grandpa, please slow down! Take it easy, you're hurting me..."