Ink Burns

Chapter 32: The Process of Counterattack (Part )

According to the law, the Cheng family was just a merchant family and could not afford to ride in a carriage.

However, due to the complicated relationships between the Duan family and the old man, the old man and Cheng Daxing, and Cheng Daxing and the Duan family, the Cheng family still owned two cramped and narrow carriages.

Duan got off the car in a hurry and left her light blue and gold-threaded thin velvet rabbit fur cloak in the carriage.

After getting off the carriage at the return home, Shanyue carefully put his cloak on his arm and handed the smiley cake at the corner of the road to the doorman, Mr. Jiang, with a smile: "I heard that you like it, so I bought it especially for you."

While they were talking, they saw two horse-drawn carriages parked in the stable on the corridor at the entrance.

"The eldest young master is back?" Shanyue's eyes were moist and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Old Man Jiang was familiar with this expression - many girls who were sent to the embroidery building had the same expression when talking about Young Master Cheng.

Uncle Jiang laughed happily: "It's the eldest master who has returned. He is having dinner in the inner courtyard. The eldest young master went to Zhenbaozhai to buy a Christmas gift for the eldest grandmother."

Shan Yue's smile faded a little.

Old man Jiang was amused: None of these girls in the embroidery building could tell good from bad, and they all dreamed of becoming a phoenix! The eldest young master's old Taishan was a fifth-rank judge in Yingtian Prefecture! He was an official! These girls were just like the untouchables who flocked to the free clinic to ask for medicine! They were so cheap that they thought they were eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea!

Shanyue suddenly lost the mood to exchange pleasantries. He held his cloak and walked around the corridor and went inside, bypassing the hanging flower gate and went straight to the main hall.

Miss Wang Er didn't quite understand and lowered her voice: "The old bald guy said that the big boss was not here, only the old man was here, so why are you still going to the main hall?"

Shan Yue walked forward without changing his expression: "Who said I was looking for Cheng Xinghe?"

The person she was looking for was Master Cheng.

After turning around the Shanshui Corridor, we saw more and more maids and old women in the inner courtyard.

Shan Yue respectfully hung Duan's cloak on his wrist again, his lips curled up, and his voice gradually became soft and sticky: "Madam's cloak is precious and gorgeous, I must personally deliver it to you to feel at ease."

Miss Wang Er was stunned.

They have a kind of drama in Sichuan called Sichuan Opera, and a unique skill called face changing.

Shan Yue doesn't need to learn anything, he can become a famous actress directly.

Shanyue walked lightly and gracefully, with lowered brows and eyes, to the door of Zhimu Hall. The bamboo curtain was hung low, and a figure could be seen swaying in the inner room among the dancing light and shadow. Huang Zhi and Huang Qi were both on duty at the door. When Huang Zhi saw that it was Shanyue, he hurriedly hid his hands in his sleeve pockets and waved them vigorously, meaning to tell Shanyue to go back first.

However, Huangqi had dark circles under his eyes and redness at the corners of his eyes, and he looked tired and haggard.

Shanyue nodded and greeted Huangqi.

Huangqi perked up and glanced at Shanyue, only to feel his chest churning.

However, the poor painter who came from Shantang Street in Suzhou Prefecture, a bastard whose parents were unknown, has now become rich and famous!

On the other hand, she - late at night the day before yesterday, her mistress called her and said that she would prepare a dowry of two hundred taels for her and wanted her to marry an old father who was nearly eighty years old in a grand manner!

My wife said that she would have a good ending!

Is her happy ending to become a dying man's plaything?!
When the old man died, would she be sold off by the wife or daughter-in-law? Or would she be given away like a gift and turned into a tattered stone doll?
This timid and pitiful bastard is likely to marry into a wealthy family in the capital, and become the wife of a high-ranking official, bearing the life story that the Cheng family has carefully woven for her.
Huangqi's eyes were filled with resentment as deep as a well.

Shanyue pretended not to know. Wen smiled and raised his arm: "Madam, you forgot your cloak in the carriage. I'll get it for you."

Huangqi glanced at the window lattices made of silver moon shells.

At this time, the master was inside.

The eldest master has been in a bad mood recently, and he hit Aunt Xiao's mouth until it was swollen yesterday.
Huangqi raised his voice: "Okay! Miss Yue, just give it to me! If you are tired from walking, go to the teahouse to rest first, I will make you a pot of silver needles!" The thin bamboo curtain could not block such a long and sharp speech. The people in the room heard the voice and their meal was interrupted. They were extremely unhappy and asked: "Who is outside?"

Before Shanyue could speak, Huangqi said, "It's Miss Yue who came to give Madam her cloak!"

The inner room was quiet for a moment, followed by an audible tension: "My wife is not back yet?"

Huangqi stopped talking.

Shanyue looked at Huangqi as if asking for help.

Astragalus looked away.

After waiting for a while, Shan Yue's timid and fearful voice rang out: "No, no, Madam hasn't come back yet. Liu Mansion had something to keep her for, so I came back first."

In the inner room, the sound of something falling to the blue brick floor was heard almost without any hesitation.

"Call He in!" The anger in Master Cheng's voice was about to overflow.

Shanyue's shoulders trembled, and he looked at Huangqi with tears in his eyes, then huddled into the inner room.

Huangqi felt a secret sense of satisfaction in his heart, and cursed inwardly, "What a little wimp!"

In Songjiang dialect, it means to call someone a coward.

Huang Zhi glanced at Huang Qi with an unclear expression: "Little coward? No way? How can a coward speak so loudly that the people in the room can hear it clearly?

Shanyue went into the inner room with his head lowered.

Overturned dishes, green vegetables and broken white porcelain plates were scattered on the blue brick floor. A purple clay soup bowl lay diagonally on the ground. The boiling hot chicken soup mixed with the milky yellow oil flowed all over the ground, weaving an angry mask on the ground with its fangs and claws.

"Master" Shan Yue said in a crying voice.

Master Cheng sat at the head of the table with a big belly and a soft pillow behind his waist. "How was your study at Liu's mansion?"

"The first class today was taught by a retired grandma from the imperial palace. She taught us how to walk, sit down, and serve tea." Shanyue choked up and spoke incoherently, "After practicing for an hour, grandma said I have talent and told me to go home and practice hard so that I won't lose face in the Jiangnan officialdom in the future."

Master Cheng listened quietly, his eyes narrowed into a line and a light of impatience flashed: "Where is your wife? Where was your wife when you were in class?"

Shan Yue shook his head like a rattle: "We were studying in the yard. Madam sent me into the yard and then disappeared."

The flesh on Master Cheng's face trembled: "Why didn't the wife come back with you?"

Shanyue looked up in confusion: "I don't know either. Grandma said that the Madam went to the study. Maybe the old man told her that there was something going on? The old man was kind and amiable. It was the first time I visited the Liu Mansion. Although there was a big ceremony and two long lines of maids and servants, I was not afraid when I saw that the old man and the Madam were very intimate and happy."

Shan Yue continued, "Our family can be favored by such an important figure. The Cheng family will surely prosper. In the future, our eldest young master will surely rise to prominence—"

"what!--"

"Kacha——!"

A pink and silver-thread covered teacup was smashed viciously to the ground!
The sound of porcelain breaking and Shan Yue's screams mixed together, harsh but also satisfying.

Master Cheng smashed the thing hard, panting and glaring.

Bastard! Bastard!
There are so many servants watching here!
How could these two be able to describe intimacy and joy! ?
Master Cheng suddenly felt the urge to kill everything in his body!
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(End of this chapter)