Su Xiaoqi felt somewhat speechless. She looked up at the sky, asking heaven why she seemed to run into acquaintances every time she went out in the capital, even though she only knew a handful of people there.
It just so happened that these acquaintances weren't particularly close to them.
At this moment, Shen Yun and the other person also recognized each other.
"It's you..." the newcomer said, his eyes slanting, a look of uninhibited libertinism on his face. Seeing Shen Yun, he was greatly surprised.
He seemed to have never imagined seeing him in such a setting.
Shen Yun, however, looked at him as if he had expected this.
He then offered a faint smile. He was already handsome, and this smile brought his entire face to life.
But Su Xiaoqi, who knew him well, understood that he was putting on his smiling mask.
This smile was flawless, yet it wasn't from the heart.
"Young Master Liu, we meet again."
"Aren't you the scholar from Mianzhou City? I saw you at my family's flower viewing banquet yesterday. I thought I had made a mistake.
I thought, how could you possibly come to the capital?
I didn't expect that not only did you come, but you also bought a manor and servants. You've underestimated yourself."
The person who spoke was none other than Liu Yuanming, the heir of the Yong'an Marquis's mansion. His words were laced with disdain.
He had once visited Mianzhou City with his mother, Huang Lian, and had interactions with Shen Yun and Su Xiaoqi.
However, due to their differing stances, their impressions of each other were not good.
Therefore, yesterday at the Yong'an Marquis's Qionghua Garden, although Shen Yun saw Liu Yuanming, he did not deliberately approach him, preferring to avoid him.
Thus, although Liu Yuanming saw him, they didn't have much time to interact, so he initially thought he had mistaken the person.
After all, in his impression, given Shen Yun's background, he was not qualified to be a guest at his home, let alone attend a flower viewing banquet.
But now, it seemed that the person yesterday truly was him.
A look of disgust appeared on Liu Yuanming's unrestrained face.
He disliked them, and his words were no longer as polite, filled instead with disdain:
"Tch, this manor is so expensive. Can you afford it? Be sensible and scram, let this lord buy it."
Liu Yuanming's rude words were disgusting.
Su Xiaoqi opened her mouth to retort, but seeing Shen Yun shake his head at her.
He felt that he could handle this kind of person himself, and there was no need for Su Xiaoqi to stand up for him.
Shen Yun said calmly, "Whether I can afford this manor or not, it's not for Young Master Liu to worry about."
Hearing this, Liu Yuanming's face instantly darkened. He didn't speak, but merely gestured to a servant beside him.
The servant, being quick-witted, immediately cursed,
"It's simple. If you can't afford it, get out. Don't occupy the latrine and not defecate."
Such vulgar words were something his master, due to his status, could not say, but he, a servant, could.
After speaking, he looked at Shen Yun with a smug expression.
Shen Yun's face was handsome, but his expression was indifferent.
"Young Master Liu, you demand possession without even asking clearly whose manor this is. In doing so, you disregard your status and speak rudely. Aren't you afraid of shaming the Yong'an Marquis's mansion?"
The Yong'an Marquis's mansion, though a marquisate and the family of the Emperor's brother-in-law, appeared noble on the surface.
But Shen Yun happened to know that their marquisate lacked deep foundations and any means of livelihood; it was merely an empty facade.
Even the purchase of the Jia family's manor this time likely wasn't with the intention of using real silver, but rather to take advantage of their predicament and extort them.
Therefore, even though Liu Yuanming had been in contact with the Jia family for quite some time.
Both openly and secretly, they had been plotting to acquire this hot spring manor.
However, because the Jia family was in urgent need of funds for turnover, they did not fall for their schemes.
This was why the Jia family sold the manor to them.
But judging by Liu Yuanming's words, he must not have met with the Jia family yet or received the latest information.
But that was fine too. If he wanted to humiliate himself, he would not refuse.
Shen Yun snorted coldly, took the deed and land deed from Su Xiaoqi, and had Zhang Lei place them in front of Liu Yuanming.
"What, what, what is this?" Liu Yuanming's eyes widened as he looked at the deed, which had already been renamed.
He couldn't quite believe it was real.
Although Zhang Lei was stout, like a thunder god, he was also easygoing. As he held it, he deliberately flipped it over to show Liu Yuanming. The documents, the official red seal, everything was there.
Sufficient proof that it was real.
"Impossible, you must have used some trickery. Shen Yun, you're just a village bumpkin, a descendant of a fallen household. Where did you get thirty thousand taels..."
Liu Yuanming, recalling what their newly acquired "dry sister" had told him about Shen Yun's past experiences, became overly agitated and blurted it out directly.
Shen Yun's expression remained unchanged, but Su Xiaoqi couldn't stand it any longer. She said with a cold face, "This can't possibly be the Young Master Liu, but some vulgar ruffian spewing filth. Someone, throw them out!"
Calling him a descendant of a fallen household again and again. Did Shen Yun eat their rice?
Su Xiaoqi wasn't just trying to scare Liu Yuanming; she actually called for the manor servants.
Liu Yuanming, seeing the maids and servants rushing from all sides of the courtyard, couldn't help but be startled. Realizing Su Xiaoqi wasn't joking, he quickly said,
"You, you dare? I am the Young Master of the Yong'an Marquis's mansion!"
"Young Master of the Yong'an Marquis's mansion, I've met him before. He is an extremely courteous person. How can you be like this, a villain with no rules or etiquette?
You must be bullying us, outsiders who don't recognize the Young Master of the Yong'an Marquis's mansion, and deliberately impersonating him to trick people.
Come, beat this fake Young Master out!" Su Xiaoqi's words were swift. Tie Zhuangtou, who had just witnessed her power, picked up his hoe and lunged at Liu Yuanming.
"You, you dare..." Liu Yuanming, shouting, stood up and ran towards the gate.
It was evident that they dared.
"Beat, beat, beat him out, beat this swindler out," Su Xiaoqi shouted, egging on the manor servants to attack.
Soon, Liu Yuanming was so scared that he scurried away, covering his head, not daring to say a word. He fled the manor.
Because the more he spoke, the harder he was beaten.
Liu Yuanming, protected by his subordinates, fled towards the gate.
Seeing that no one from the manor was chasing him, he jumped and cursed, "Shrew, barbarian, shrew, barbarian..."
His curses were quite loud, and Su Xiaoqi, standing behind the screen wall, could hear him. However, she didn't say anything, merely instructing someone to close the gate.
Chasing someone within their own courtyard could be construed as breaking and entering, or catching a thief.
Since they were already outside, in full view of the public, she had no intention of showing herself.
After all, if people were going to watch a spectacle, they would be watching the Young Master of the Yong'an Marquis's mansion, and he was the one who would be embarrassed.
What did it have to do with them?
Liu Yuanming, seeing that no one came out to confront him or beat him, felt his temper flare up again, and his curses became more vigorous.
But as onlookers passing by laughed at him and pointed at him, it made for a very unpleasant sight.
In his rage, he unleashed a tirade upon the crowd of spectators.
He had completely lost his composure. If not for the fine silk and satin he wore, at first glance, one might have mistaken him for a street ruffian.