Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 480 (Temporarily Ended)
At this moment, Sheng Changquan walked "openly and legitimately" to Lin Qinshuang's side, and in front of Wang's mother, he extended his left index and middle fingers and placed them on the pulse point on the side of her neck for a moment.

The throbbing under his fingertips was faint, but the rhythm was fairly steady.

"Although the pulse is weak and shallow, the patient's life is not in danger."

He withdrew his hand, his tone carrying the professional judgment of a doctor, and took out a clean, plain white handkerchief from his sleeve, handing it to Wang's mother: "Use this to carefully wipe the blood off her forehead, and find some clean strips of cloth to simply bandage it and stop the bleeding."

"This matter ends here."

He turned his gaze to Wang Mama, his gentle and harmless smile vanished without him noticing, and his eyes became calm and penetrating, as if they could see into a person's bones: "Wang Mama, remember! If anyone asks in the future, just say that Lin Xiaoniang was emotionally unstable and accidentally fell and hurt herself."

"Remember, Lin Xiaoniang fell and injured herself because of her unstable emotions. Sixth Sister did not come!"

Sheng Changquan thought for a moment and then instructed, "If it becomes absolutely necessary in the future, just say that Sixth Sister heard today that Lin Xiaoniang was imprisoned here, and out of compassion, she asked a few questions through the gate and left after learning that she was alright."

"She—never stepped into this courtyard, do you understand?"

His words were clear and calm, without a trace of threat, yet they carried a chilling air of authority.

"what?!"

Mother Wang tremblingly accepted the plain handkerchief, feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds. The Seventh Young Master's gaze was like a tangible ice pick, piercing her heart and soul.

She had no doubt that if she dared to disobey in the slightest, this seemingly gentle and promising seventh young master would definitely have the means to make her disappear silently from the Sheng family mansion and even the city of Bianjing!
"Pfft!"

Wang's mother's knees buckled, and she knelt firmly on the cold, dirty ground. Her voice trembled like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, filled with fear and submission from the depths of her soul.

"Seventh Young Master! This old woman understands! She understands perfectly!"

"If that really happens, I'll say that today in this woodshed, only Lin Xiaoniang lost her footing and fell flat on her face, hitting her head! I heard the commotion and came in to take care of her! Sixth Miss, with a kind heart, only asked from outside the courtyard, 'Is the person inside still alive?' I replied, 'She's alive and breathing,' and Sixth Miss left! I swear to heaven! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning, have my intestines ripped out, and go to the eighteenth level of hell after death, never to be reincarnated!"

She swore that she wished she could put every kind of torture she knew of on herself.

As Sheng Changquan watched her tears streaming down her face, her expression one of extreme fear, the icy coldness on his face slowly melted away, and his gentle, harmless scholarly smile returned.

“Mother Wang, you’re too kind. You’re an elder in the Sheng family, and your hard work and diligence over the years have been seen by both Grandmother and Father.”

"Take good care of Lin Xiaoniang, and make sure nothing happens to her. You'll be well rewarded."

As he spoke, he slightly twitched his wide sleeves, and two heavy, golden ingots, as if by magic, landed softly on the rickety, broken wooden table beside him with a "clang".

The golden light in the dim woodshed was almost blinding!

"Oh my goodness!"

Wang's mother's eyes widened instantly, becoming bigger than copper bells. The fear she had just felt was instantly half dispelled by the immense joy!
She practically scrambled to the table, grabbed the two gold ingots, and was overjoyed by their heavy, cool texture!

She instinctively opened her mouth and, with her uneven, yellowed teeth, bit down hard on the corner of one of the gold ingots!

"Ouch!" A cry of pain rang out!
The gold was much harder than her teeth, making her grimace and almost bringing tears to her eyes.

"It's...it's real gold! Hard as a rock!" Wang Mama clutched her cheek, both in pain and amusement, her face contorted and comical as she kowtowed repeatedly to Sheng Changquan, "Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for your heavenly grace! Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for your kindness! This old woman will certainly take good care of Lin Xiaoniang...uh, take good care of her until she's lively and energetic...oh no, I mean take good care of her until she's safe and sound!"

She was so excited that she was incoherent.

"Yes, Mother Wang knows what she's doing!"

Sheng Changquan said no more, but only glanced one last time at the unconscious Lin Qinshuang on the ground. A cold and indifferent light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He turned around and walked out of the woodshed with steady and calm steps. His slender and upright figure silently disappeared outside the door.

Only when Sheng Changquan's figure completely disappeared from sight did Wang's mother dare to truly breathe heavily. Her whole body felt as if her bones had been removed, and she collapsed to the ground, her clothes soaked with cold sweat and clinging tightly to her body.

She clutched her still throbbing cheek with one hand, while tightly gripping the two life-saving gold ingots in the other, feeling their heavy weight and icy touch. Then she looked at Lin Qinshuang, who lay unconscious on the ground, blood still seeping from her forehead, and finally recalled the chillingly ruthless methods hidden beneath the Seventh Young Master's gentle exterior...

She felt that the inner quarters of the Sheng family were not a respectable family at all, but rather a bottomless den of dragons and tigers!

"If the Sixth Miss could come a few more times... wouldn't this immense wealth be..."

The moment the thought popped into her head, she ruthlessly nipped it in the bud!

Remembering the unfathomable gaze of the Seventh Young Master, she shuddered, quickly scrambled to her feet, picked up the plain handkerchief, and carefully began to clean the bloodstains from Lin Qinshuang's forehead. Only one thought remained crystal clear in her mind, a thought forged with a single gold ingot: From this day forward, she would be deaf, blind, and mute in this woodshed! What happened here today must remain buried deep inside, rotting more rotten than that basin of dirty water!
Anyone who tells this is a bastard!
……

Zeyutang.

Sheng Changquan dismissed the maids, including Ziyuan, and sat alone in the room, quietly looking at the articles on the table, but his mind was elsewhere.

"For now, the matter of Linxi Pavilion has come to an end."

"Next... we'll have to keep an eye on the imperial examinations!"

Sheng Changquan lowered his eyes, picked up the brush beside him, dipped it in ink, and began to practice calligraphy as usual.

"However, He Hongwen seemed a bit off that day, and according to what I heard from He's second son, He Hongwen's mother has been... acting strangely lately?"

"It seems you have other opinions about He Hongwen's marriage?"

Having studied medicine with the He family for a period of time, and given Sheng Changquan's personality, he naturally bribed some people as well. After all, he had also figured out what Old Madam Sheng meant.

However, compared to Qi Heng, Sheng Changquan had a higher opinion of He Hongwen, so he did not object to this matter.

but……

"It seems we need to be careful about this matter!"

Sheng Changquan put down his pen, and a line of words was clearly written on the paper.
"He who travels a hundred li is only halfway there at ninety; a little fox almost crosses the river and wets its tail. Hence the saying, 'Time waits for no one.' To be consistent from beginning to end—that is what makes a gentleman!"