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Chapter 137 Green Tea (Extra)

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Green Tea (Extra)

His left leg had endured numerous hardships, and now, Fengyu’s left leg was also fractured, as if fate had ordained it. In the courtyard, Zhang Da was tinkering with a wheelchair. Xie Xun walked over and looked at the wooden wheelchair, raising his brows slightly. Zhang Da tested it, but the wheelchair seemed a bit clunky.

Zhang Da squatted nearby, looking troubled, unsure where he’d gone wrong.

"Where did the wheelchair come from?" Xie Xun asked.

Zhang Da stood up and, after bowing, replied, "The Third Miss’s left leg needs rest. We wanted to make a wheelchair for her to move around, but the Third Miss found it too heavy, so we’re still working on improvements."

The wooden wheelchair wasn’t moving smoothly; something seemed stuck, making it clunky. Fengyu found it cumbersome, and Chunlu also felt it was too much effort to push. Zhang Da had modified it several times but still wasn’t satisfied. Xie Xun pushed the wheelchair a few times and raised his brows, saying, "Two wheels make it hard to maneuver. You could try four wheels, adding two smaller wheels at the front. That would make it much easier to push and more comfortable for her to sit."

"A four-wheeled wheelchair?" Zhang Da had never seen one; he was only familiar with two-wheeled designs.

Xie Xun rolled up his sleeves, "Let me do it!"

The Young Master was the hands-on type with exceptional practical skills, but his arms were still injured, and he had arrow wounds on his back. Zhang Da didn’t dare let him actually work on it. Any hard labor wasn’t necessary for the Young Master to do himself; he simply guided Zhang Da in remaking the four-wheeled wheelchair.

Zhang Da asked, "Young Master, how do you even know how to make a wheelchair?"

It was truly impressive!

"It’s an improvement of a battle chariot. My Second Brother once made one for me." Back when his leg was fractured, he’d spent eight months recovering and sat in a wheelchair for half a year. The chariot wheelchair modified by Xie Jue was far more comfortable than regular wooden ones; it even had armrests, allowing him to rest against it.

Understanding Fengyu’s penchant for beauty, Xie Xun instructed Zhang Da to carve a pomegranate flower onto the armrest, as she loved pomegranates. Many of her skirts were embroidered with the flower. Zhang Da thought it was excessive to decorate a mode of transport so extravagantly. Yet the Young Master was adamant, and Zhang Da couldn’t refuse, ultimately carving the pomegranate flower.

Xie Xun found his carving ugly and decided to fix it himself, adding a small rabbit as well. Zhang Da thought privately that it was absurdly ostentatious.

When Fengyu woke up in the afternoon, Xie Xun had already returned to the horse farm. She overheard Feng Shu’s voice, and Chunlu helped her outside, where she saw a very unique four-wheeled wheelchair in the courtyard. The two large wheels at the back and the two small wheels at the front made it look like a small battle chariot. Feng Shu was testing the wheelchair and found it remarkably comfortable. The wheelchair was sturdy, smooth, and didn’t jolt while moving. It was comfortable to sit in and easy to push.

"What a distinctive wheelchair," Fengyu exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Shu smiled and came over to lift her, placing her in the wheelchair. Chunlu handed over a blanket to cover her legs, protecting her from the cold. Feng Shu pushed her for a few steps in the courtyard. "How does it feel?"

"Very smooth." Fengyu had complained just yesterday that Zhang Da’s wheelchair was uncomfortable, but today she was given a delightful surprise. Not only was it comfortable, but it also had an elegant design that matched her luxurious style of dressing in gold and jewels. "Zhang Da, well done. You’ll be rewarded."

Zhang Da was quick to clarify, not daring to take credit, "It was the Young Master who made it."

Fengyu froze in disbelief, "He knows how to make a wheelchair too?"

"The Young Master said he used one before and learned through experience." Zhang Da, unaware of Fengyu’s inner turmoil, spoke honestly. Fengyu’s heart tightened slightly.

What feelings had driven him to make the wheelchair for her?

Was this the kind of wheelchair he had used back then?

Fengyu noticed the pomegranate flowers and small rabbit carved on the armrest—her favorites. The carvings were lively and intricate, pleasing her immensely. Even Zhang Da dared not take credit for them, saying, "The Young Master carved them himself."

Fengyu felt warmth blossoming in her chest; it was deeply touching. During breakfast, the Young Master had inexplicably given her the cold shoulder—he certainly had a talent for silent treatment. Whenever he was upset, he simply didn’t acknowledge people. She had no idea why he was angry at her, but she hadn’t expected that while she was asleep, he’d gone out of his way to make the wheelchair for her. Fengyu decided she would unilaterally forgive the Young Master for his unpredictable moods.

Fengyu, intrigued, had Chunlu push her around the courtyard several times as though playing with a new toy. Feng Shu found it amusing and exasperating. Fengyu had been away from home for several days and couldn’t stay at the manor any longer. Feng Shu ordered the servants to pack belongings for their journey back to the city.

When the sisters returned to Feng Mansion, Zhang Da and Chen Lin carried the wheelchair down. The Madam and Feng Wan, along with Feng Ling, were stunned to see Fengyu seated in a wheelchair.

Feng Shu explained to outsiders that Fengyu had slipped on a rainy day while offering incense, fracturing her left leg. The Madam and Feng Wan’s expressions suggested disbelief, like Feng Shu was telling a joke. With Qiuxiang and Chunlu following Fengyu around like mother hens guarding their chick, it seemed impossible she could have fallen. Though curious, they asked no probing questions, focusing instead on her injury.

After taking her medicine, Fengyu felt less pain, her left leg only slightly aching. She couldn’t wait to show off her wheelchair—a one-of-a-kind creation in the Capital City.

Feng Ling was indeed impressed, circling the wheelchair in fascination. "Third Sister, this wheelchair is so finely crafted, with carved flowers and a rabbit. Where did you buy it? I want one too."

Fengyu smugly replied, "Someone made it for me."

"Have them make me one too! I’ll pay them." Feng Ling couldn’t get over how luxurious the wheelchair was. On rainy days, she could sit in it and avoid dirtying her clothes and embroidered shoes.

"No!" Fengyu refused outright.

The Young Master was only allowed to make wheelchairs for her, not for anyone else.

"Third Sister, you’re so stingy. Come on, tell me. They’re doing business, so why block them from earning money?" Such exquisite craftsmanship surely came from a skilled artisan looking to sell their work.

"I just don’t like others using the same design as me."

Feng Ling was speechless.

Feng Shu was chatting with the Madam and Feng Wan. She had gone to the horse farm and visited Yiling Village, where the Land Office had gifted her fresh walnuts, corn, and vegetables to try. Feng Shu, aware of Fengyu’s previous reform efforts at Yiling Village, did not decline the Land Office’s kindness. She brought the items back and handed them to the Madam for the kitchen.

Noticing Feng Wan’s pale complexion, Feng Shu had just started talking to her when she heard Fengyu and Feng Ling arguing. Fengyu had managed to provoke Feng Ling into tears. Feng Shu saw Feng Ling raise her hand to grab Fengyu and frowned. "Ling’er, let go!"

Fengyu’s internal injuries were severe, and Feng Shu worried that Ling’er might accidentally hurt her.

Being the youngest daughter of the family, Feng Ling had been spoiled since childhood. She wasn’t afraid of Feng Wan, whose temperament was gentle, but she was rather intimidated by Feng Shu. Upon hearing Feng Shu’s stern voice, she instinctively released her grip.

Feng Ling then burst into tears, acting more like a child throwing a tantrum than a young lady. "Third Sister is bullying me!"

Fengyu thought to herself, anyone could lodge complaints like that. "It’s all my fault. Fourth Sister loves the wheelchair so much; I should give it to her. This small injury is no big deal. Qiuxiang, bring me a cane. The wheelchair is hers now."

Tears hung on Feng Ling’s lashes as she stared at Fengyu in shock, rendered utterly speechless. Her attempts to stir trouble had backfired spectacularly, leaving her bewildered at how Fengyu had turned the situation into fragrant tea-drinking theatrics. She hadn’t actually wanted to take the wheelchair!

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