The so-called aristocratic family 798 >

sway.Here, the distance to the raging river below is over a hundred meters. For those with a fear of heights, it's sheer torture!As I trembled and made my way across the cable car, on the platform opp...The driver was so surprised by me that he was stunned.

I excitedly pointed at the two people on the roadside and said, “These are my family members! They’re here to find me!”

The driver sighed, "Your family just lets you run around like this. If my daughter ran out on her own to do charity work, I'd give her a good beating..."

He muttered to himself as he pulled the car over.

I couldn't wait to fling open the car door and jump out. The two people in the distance saw me and immediately ran towards me—

"Good heavens! Little sister! Ancestors!! Why didn't you answer your phone and went missing! We're all going crazy with worry! Quickly, quickly, Little Nine, call the eldest brother!"

This is my senior brother Qiu and senior brother Xue, ranked second and ninth.

Family, I broke down in tears instantly, crying so hard my nose was running. I told my senior brother through sobs that I experienced aftershocks, my car was damaged, I encountered bad people, was finally helped out, and then got into a car accident...

My driver brother was beside himself, hesitating before asking, "You guys... are you really family"

I wiped my nose and nodded.

"That's not like it at all, you're so beautiful, why do these two brothers look like your uncle..." The driver, out of kindness, asked a few more questions.

My father had nine male disciples. He used the character "zi" (字) for their generation, signifying that he treated them as his own children.

Nine male disciples named themselves after "Intent, Action, Height, Far-reaching, Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, Wisdom, and Trust," Zi Yi, Zi Xing, Zi Gao...

These senior brothers were all taken into the sect when they were very young, some even watched me being born and used to carry me around when I was a child.

Besides my ninth senior brother, I also have six senior sisters. The oldest among us is thirty-three years old, and the youngest, my ninth senior brother, is twenty.

From a young age, I've played and lived with these senior brothers and sisters, like family.

So, when I was a kid, I often relied on the fact that my family had many people and bullied classmates. It was common practice, and I wasn't afraid even if the teacher reported me because my eldest brother always took the blame.

As soon as I thought of my eldest brother, tears wouldn't come. I whispered, "Is my eldest brother angry"

"What do you think" Senior Brother Qiu looked at me sympathetically. "Go back and play the victim yourself, I hope Senior Brother won't punish you."

My goodness...Thinking about it this way, I even have a strong urge to run away.

My eldest brother is 27 years old this year and is the general manager of our family. My second brother, Qiu Zixing, is in charge of internal affairs. The two of them handle both internal and external affairs of our family, and we also have a seventh brother who is in charge of business.

Because my father was dedicated to practicing medicine and doing good, he entrusted all the chores to his disciples. And my mother is a peculiar woman; I haven't seen her in the past decade. There are so many people in our household, along with considerable property, someone has to manage it all.

I got into Senior Brother Qiu's car and saw him shake hands with the driver, thanking him profusely. He even shoved a whole wad of cash into the driver's hand.

The driver, holding a wad of red bills, couldn't help but chuckle and cry: "This ride was worth it! It seems like you have quite the background, miss. Next time, try not to wander around so much. Bad guys love targets just like you."

On the way home, Senior Brother Qiu told me that everyone in his family had been sent out to look for me. He had even contacted influential people both within the government and society. The disciples were divided into pairs and stationed at intersections on highways, national roads, and provincial roads where I might pass through.

"Business has been dead at home these two days! The fourth disciple is ranting in America that he doesn't even want his doctorate anymore, and wants to fly back to be with you!"

My goodness...

I twisted my fingers nervously, the closer I got to home, the more anxious I became. My eldest brother was a formidable person. If he knew I had been bullied and even had poison worms planted on me... I shuddered to think what punishment awaited me.

There is a park with mountains and water on the outskirts of the city. Every weekend, there are many people who come here for outings. It is said that this used to be our family's backyard, but later it was donated to the country. In return, the country gave our old house as a homestead with land rights.

Next to the Landscape Park is an ancient-style four-story building, with luxury cars often parked in front of it—this is my family's traditional Chinese herbal soup private kitchen. Even if you book three days in advance, you may not be able to get a reservation.

Next to the restaurant is a traditional Chinese courtyard house, which is my family's herb shop.

These two buildings separate my house from the bustling city, hiding it away in the woods.

A lush and winding path, with clean and neatly arranged bluestones.

In the open space in front of the mansion, there were thirty-six square, half-human-tall hitching posts adorned with lion-shaped embroidered balls at their heads.

It is almost two hundred years old.

Now these hitching posts can only be used to recall the family's past glory, and the road in front of the house has also been widened to facilitate vehicle access.

Green glazed tiles and gray-blue bricks, flying eaves and verdant arches.

The wind chimes are melodious, and the fragrance of medicine lingers.

I live in such an old, quaint house.

I spend time with a group of senior brothers and sisters, who are rare in today's society, and I am exposed to traditional teachings every day.

Of course, sometimes…well…it feels like watching a TV show with a plot hole. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

For example, right now.

I just got out of Brother Qiu's car in front of the gate, when a blinding Pagani Huayra sped up and parked beside us.

I seemed to have seen 30 million yuan flying all over the sky.

The white Pagani's gullwing doors slowly opened their wings.

The man in the driver's seat got out of the car with a cold face.

I nearly stood at attention reflexively.

"Master Brother...."ed, “It’s a pity, people always ~~realize when they shouldn't, and fail to realize when they should. They hold on when they should let go, and refuse to let go when they should. They are proud when t...