Chapter 153: Open Your Eyes and See Who I Am
Lively sounds of playful banter reached his ears.
Heir Han woke up.
Opening his eyes, a guard was right in front of him.
He jumped in fright.
Every time something happened, they were nowhere to be seen, always too late.
When nothing was happening, he’d wake up from a nap to see a deadpan face, scaring him to death.
“Get out.”
Heir Han had morning grumpiness, he cursed.
The guard vanished with a whoosh.
He lay there, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
He hadn’t intended to stay overnight, so he hadn’t brought any maids or servants; no one was there to wait on him.
His face hadn’t hurt when it was hit, but after sleeping, it was throbbing painfully.
Heir Han got up, pushed open the window, and saw the round-faced girl Little Square Face liked, playfully bickering with her elder brother outside.
She was smiling triumphantly.
Little Square Face scratched his head in distress.
Jiang the Second’s youngest daughter sat on a futon cushion, happily eating snacks.
Eunuch Duan was actually waiting on her at the side.
Then Heir Han noticed the elderly woman serving on the other side of the little girl.
She seemed vaguely familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
He lay looking at this unfamiliar bed, this unfamiliar place, yet familiar people were everywhere.
Heir Han got out of bed.
He stepped on the evening glow of the horizon, feeling the evening breeze.
He had slept until dark.
The evening meal was relatively light.
It was hot noodle soup.
Jiang the Second’s family didn’t have a cook.
Lady Qin actually cooked in person that evening.
Heir Han accidentally glimpsed her tall figure standing in front of the stove.
He felt the noodles that evening were exceptionally fragrant.
Jiang the Second held his youngest daughter, his son dutifully handed him seasonings, his daughter passed chopsticks, his wife served noodles, and Little Square Face moved a chair for him.
He was surrounded by his children, looking very happy.
Heir Han felt a blockage in his heart watching this.
He had sons, but none of them were his.
This was one of the reasons for his debauchery.
Most of the women he was intimate with were married and had children, so there couldn’t be any problem with their fertility.
He only had two children in his manor, a son and a daughter, but he knew neither was his bloodline; the timing didn’t match.
His new concubine was not his type either; of course, her willingness to be the Heir Han’s Consort also had her own considerations; it was just a collaboration, some unwilling, some eager.
Heir Han’s face was swollen, and opening his mouth hurt, so slurping noodles was just right; he could eat them without opening his mouth to chew.
This dinner was simply prepared.
But honestly, it was delicious.
It was even better than the lavish spread he ate with his uncle in the imperial palace.
It made people sweat.
And there was no one fanning him from behind.
But it was simply delicious.
A bit spicy.
Meng Shaoxia preferred sweet, but this slight spiciness was also stimulating and very tasty.
They had never eaten anything like this; their tongues felt slightly numb and curled, their throats were burning, yet they wanted to eat more and couldn’t stop.
Jiang Mianmian didn’t eat it; she had only asked Little Tree to find the Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers. The chili wasn’t authentic, but the Sichuan peppercorns were decent.
She couldn’t eat it mixed into food; she could only have clear soup noodles.
At most, she’d add a spoonful of sesame paste.
She ate very elegantly, her small mouth making soft sounds, very cleanly. As she ate, she would turn her head and ask her Great-Aunt to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Sometimes Father would wipe it.
The guards were also sweating profusely from eating.
Eunuch Duan refilled his noodles three times.
The first time he ate clear soup, the second time with sesame paste, and the third time spicy.
He was quite a connoisseur.
Meng Shaoxia turned his grief and indignation into appetite, eating a great deal as well.
He had a new goal.
It must be that he wasn’t diligent enough, his thoughts too scattered; he needed to learn from Brother Feng.
From now on, he would practice sword fighting every day.
And practice those three moves.
In a year, no, in three years, he would definitely wipe away his past disgrace.
He would definitely defeat Brother Feng.
He believed in himself.
Seeing Brother Meng tearing up from the spice, Jiang Yu kindly handed him a bowl of noodle soup.
“The original soup helps digest the original food. Eating too much will lead to indigestion.”
Meng Shaoxia, touched, held the soup. Little Yu’er was so good to him.
Then he saw Little Yu’er also hand a bowl to her younger sister, Mianmian.
No one else got one.
Meng Shaoxia was even more touched.
Little Yu’er treats me with sincerity, just like family.
In the family, besides the youngest sister, he was the only one who received this treatment.
He thought, ‘I wonder if Mother has finished preparing his betrothal gifts, and when they will be sent.’
Night fell.
It was dark.
Someone always gets ideas.
Heir Han demanded alcohol.
He had even specifically inquired about Jiang the Second’s history of passing out after one cup.
Jiang the Second and his sister-in-law truly had nothing going on; he, however, wished there was something.
Heir Han touched his nose.
He held his liquor well.
“Heir, your face is injured, you shouldn’t drink alcohol. Have some soup instead,” Qin Luoxia said.
And she brought a bowl of soup to him.
Heir Han noticed the woman’s fingers were long and slender, but her palms had calluses.
He felt a pang of pity; this Jiang the Second really didn’t know how to cherish a woman.
This woman with long legs, a slender waist, and ample bosom should be cherished, yet her hands were full of calluses.
It was truly a waste for her to be with Jiang the Second.
If he couldn’t drink, then so be it.
He would drink the soup brought by the beauty.
Heir Han was also very alert; although his mind was clouded by beauty, he still looked at the scene.
Seeing The Eldest Miss of Jiang the Second also drinking this soup, and drinking it with great relish.
Only then did he slowly take a sip.
It was indeed very fragrant, with a unique sweet scent.
He had never tasted anything like it before.
So fragrant it made his tongue curl.
He had originally just wanted to give the beauty face by taking a sip, but unknowingly, he had drunk the entire bowl.
Jiang Mianmian silently watched Heir Han and her elder sister drink the mushroom soup.
Whatever her elder sister drank usually meant several trips to the latrine.
But even wild pheasants would faint after eating feed mixed in her elder sister’s bowl.
She wondered how the Heir would fare.
Great-Aunt also kept her eyes lowered, not saying a word.
Eunuch Duan had also wanted to drink the soup, but glimpsing Great-Aunt’s gaze, he silently put down his bowl.
The meal wasn’t even finished yet.
Heir Han lost his composure.
He stood up and swayed, walking towards Commander Jiang and his wife.
The guards didn’t know whether they should cover their eyes or draw their swords.
Or draw their swords while covering their eyes.
Their master was courting death again.
Usually, he courted death after drinking.
This time, he hadn’t even had alcohol but was already swaying.
He wasn’t even bothering to find an excuse.
The guards were under a lot of pressure too.
In the afternoon, they watched Commander Jiang’s eldest son and Young General Meng spar.
Commander Jiang’s eldest son defeated Young General Meng without even drawing his sword.
Young General Meng was already a top-tier expert among the younger generation in the capital, rarely matched.
He was undefeated throughout the capital.
Those dissolute young masters had to behave themselves when they saw Meng Shaoxia.
But upon arriving at Commander Jiang’s residence, Meng Shaoxia was beaten by Commander Jiang’s eldest son until he couldn’t even wield his sword. And if that wasn’t enough, Commander Jiang’s eldest son was then chased all over the place by Meng Shaoxia’s fiancée, The Eldest Miss of the Jiang Family.
To be fair, based on the speed of their playful fighting, the guards probably couldn’t beat them.
Not to mention Madam Jiang, who slapped the Heir’s face until it looked like a pig’s head.
Just seeing how polite and obedient the entire Jiang Family was towards Madam Jiang.
Even the Jiang Family’s youngest daughter, who looked incredibly spoiled and seemed to enjoy life more than any princess in the palace, was well-behaved and extremely docile in front of Madam Jiang. Commander Jiang always smiled exceptionally handsomely in front of Madam Jiang, which showed Madam Jiang’s capability.
Despite all this, the Heir still wanted to flirt.
This wasn’t how one courted death.
The guards felt bitter, but they dared not speak, nor dared to oppose their master.
Heir Han lunged towards Jiang the Second and his wife.
He stood in front of the two, hesitated for a moment, then walked to Jiang the Second, grabbed his hair, and said affectionately, “Beauty, come with me. To my manor, I’ll buy you jewelry, give you countless servants, and you can do whatever you want.”
Jiang Changtian calmly replied, “But I have a family, I cannot go with you.”
Heir Han laughed, “If you can’t bear to leave them, you can leave them a lot of money and bury them with it. If you can bear to, I’ll help you bury them with dirt.”
Everyone:…
The guards breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
Jiang Changtian suddenly smiled and said, “Open your eyes and see, who exactly am I?”
Heir Han opened his eyes wide, then suddenly hugged Jiang the Second and burst into tears:
“Mother, Mother, don’t leave, Mother, stay with me, Mother, I’m scared.”
In front of everyone, Jiang Changtian gave Heir Han a heavy slap on the side of his face that wasn’t swollen.
“Pa!”
“Beast! I never gave birth to a son like you.”
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