Chapter 311: Chapter 311 Cursing
Miss Zhou was stunned by the news, unable to recover her senses.
The Right Minister’s Wife helped her sit on the bed, wiped her tears and said, "This is a misunderstanding. The Eldest Young Master of Duke Zhen’s Mansion came to explain the misunderstanding."
"How could it be the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion?" the maid exclaimed.
"Didn’t that man enter the Baihua Building?"
The Right Minister’s Wife glared at the maid, "This concerns the reputation of the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion. Don’t speak recklessly."
The maid pouted, "But only one can preserve their reputation, either the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion or our Young Miss."
If the matter of the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion disguising herself as a man is not revealed, the incident of someone taking liberties with her Miss cannot be cleared.
The Right Minister’s Wife furrowed her brows, "Since the Eldest Young Master of Duke Zhen’s Mansion has come, I believe he can settle this matter."
Miss Zhou wiped her tears away.
She had been crying since yesterday, her eyes ached, and now knowing it was a misunderstanding, she couldn’t even cry if she wanted to.
The Right Minister’s Wife comforted her daughter briefly, then got up and left.
After she left, Miss Zhou looked at the maid and said, "How could there be such a bold woman in this world?"
"It’s not just bold, you don’t know the Eldest Young Master of Duke Zhen’s Mansion came with a bruised face," the maid said.
"...."
"The servants in the mansion said it was the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion who beat him up."
Miss Zhou was in disbelief, "Why would the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion beat the Eldest Young Master of Duke Zhen’s Mansion if it was her who caused the trouble?"
"She’s like a bandit," the maid said.
"Does it need to be reasonable?"
Then concluded with a statement—
Young Master Xie is truly pitiful.
The maid looked relieved.
It’s truly a blessing from heaven that the one who took liberties with her Young Miss was the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion; otherwise, if her Miss were to marry there, she would surely be bullied to death by her.
The Right Minister’s Wife left the room, intending to return to the main hall to return the engagement jade to Xie Jingchen.
She took the main road, while the maid took a shortcut to retrieve the jade.
As it happened, on the way back to the main hall with the jade, the maid overheard a conversation:
"Miss, calm down," the maid advised.
"How can I calm down?!"
"The perfect scheme was ruined by a female bandit!" Miss Zhou said through gritted teeth.
"Eldest Uncle and Aunt regret not agreeing to the marriage proposal from the Duke Dingguo’s Mansion earlier."
"When the Duke Dingguo’s Mansion comes to propose again, they will undoubtedly agree," Miss Zhou said, tearing an embroidered handkerchief in frustration.
The maid’s face turned pale as she listened.
She initially thought Miss Zhou’s mishap was an accident.
Unexpectedly, it was concocted by Miss Zhou.
It seemed, according to Miss Zhou’s words, she had a fondness for the Eldest Young Master of the Duke Dingguo’s Mansion?
The maid felt an icy chill over her.
Miss Zhou and her elder sister usually got along like true sisters, yet she was backstabbing her like this.
To snatch a man, she was ruthless against her own house sister!
The Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, regardless of circumstances, at least hadn’t taken a man who was already claimed, and did it openly.
Miss Zhou and the maid were walking slowly, while the maid hid in the shadows, not daring to make a sound.
Stumbling upon such a big secret unintentionally, if discovered, she would undoubtedly be silenced.
Inside the main hall.
Xie Jingchen was sitting there drinking tea.
The bruises on his face didn’t compromise his elegance.
The Right Minister’s Wife entered, and the second Madam asked, "Is Yiyi okay?"
The Right Minister’s Wife smiled, "The misunderstanding has been clarified, and there’s nothing to worry about. Young Master Xie and the Eldest Young Madam are deeply in love; Yiyi would never get involved. I’ve already sent the maid back to fetch the jade. She should be back shortly."
When the Right Minister’s Wife mentioned being deeply in love.
The maids couldn’t help but glance at Xie Jingchen’s face.
Is this what deep love looks like?
No wonder such deeply in love couples are rare in this world.
Xie Jingchen thanked the Right Minister’s Wife.
After sitting down, the Right Minister’s Wife offered Xie Jingchen tea.
And they waited.
A cup of tea’s time passed.
Xie Jingchen was unsure how far the Right Minister’s Wife’s residence was from the main hall, so he didn’t mind waiting a bit longer.
But the Right Minister’s Wife’s brows knitted together.
Why was fetching a jade taking so long?
After waiting a bit longer.
The Right Minister’s Wife grew a bit impatient.
She signaled to Nanny Chen beside her.
Nanny Chen left for the main hall.
Eventually, Nanny Chen returned, but the maid was still absent.
Nanny Chen looked at the Right Minister’s Wife and said, "Madam, the jade is with Lanzhi."
"Then where is Lanzhi?" the Right Minister’s Wife asked.
"I didn’t see her on the way," Nanny Chen stated.
The Right Minister’s Wife frowned.
Lanzhi was the maid she trusted the most.
Knowing how urgently she wanted to return the jade to Young Master Xie, she still came slowly and was nowhere to be seen. Something must have happened.
The Right Minister’s Wife was just about to send someone to look for her.
The maid Lanzhi quickly walked in.
Holding the jade in her hands.
"Madam, I brought the jade," Lanzhi said.
"Why did you dawdle?" the Right Minister’s Wife reproached.
"You’ve kept Young Master Xie waiting."
Lanzhi handed the jade respectfully to Xie Jingchen and then withdrew to the Right Minister’s Wife’s side, whispering softly.
She reported to the Right Minister’s Wife about her delay on the path.
The Right Minister’s Wife’s face changed, her whole body brimming with anger.
Xie Jingchen immediately realized something had happened in the Right Minister’s Mansion, so he stood up to take his leave.
The housekeeper escorted Xie Jingchen away.
As soon as Xie Jingchen walked out, the Right Minister’s Wife erupted.
Out on the bustling street.
A carriage slowly proceeded forward.
Eunuch Fu sat inside the carriage.
Feeling slightly anxious.
He had served the Emperor for decades, delivering edicts, conveying verbal orders, and even played the villain.
But it was his first time going out of the palace to reprimand a Commandery Princess by command.
From the moment he stepped out of the Imperial Study, he was pondering how to scold someone.
He was worried he wouldn’t perform well and fail to convey the Emperor’s anger.
But behind Princess Nanzhang stood the Empress Dowager and Duke Chong.
An experienced person like Eunuch Fu knew that Princess Nanzhang wasn’t so easy to scold?
If he didn’t scold properly, his life might not be spared.
He sighed.
Eunuch Fu lifted his hand to rub his temples.
The Emperor could have punished Princess Nanzhang directly, saving him the trouble.
The wind blew in, lifting a corner of the curtain.
Eunuch Fu felt slightly clearer-headed.
"Stop," Eunuch Fu said.
The little eunuch driving the carriage tightened the reins.
"Eunuch Fu, what orders do you have?" the little eunuch asked eagerly.
"I want to get off the carriage first," Eunuch Fu replied.
The little eunuch placed a stool, and Eunuch Fu stepped down.
He looked around.
The street was bustling with people, lively and exciting.
Eunuch Fu took a few steps forward and, seeing no one to assist, spotted Zhao Xu selling paintings and calligraphy, so he walked over.
Zhao Xu scrutinized Eunuch Fu and asked, "Here to buy paintings?"
Eunuch Fu glanced at the paintings and said, "Young Master’s painting skills are exquisite; clearly a well-read man."
"You’re too kind," Zhao Xu modestly replied.
"Young Master, can you scold people?" Eunuch Fu asked.
Zhao Xu, "...."
He was selling paintings, after all.
Eunuch Fu took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Could I trouble you to write a passage, quoting classics, to scold someone harshly, vividly, yet without using a single foul word," Eunuch Fu said.
"...."
"If you’re going to scold, why quote classics?" the guard said.
Eunuch Fu took out another silver ingot and placed it on the table.
The guard, "...."
The dedication to insulting is quite sincere.
The young master had been setting up a stall for days, finally getting a customer, and it was to scold someone.