Chapter 259: The Social Anxiety Sufferer
Jiang the Second had entered the capital.
Heir Han was very panicked.
In truth, he had long expected this day would come.
In recent years, he had been somewhat more restrained in the capital than before.
As for the women in his inner courtyard, he didn’t truly like them, so he had let go of those he could.
He just felt a bit sorry for his Princess Consort.
He didn’t like his secondary consort either.
The secondary consort was the eldest daughter of a clan member, but her own Mother had passed away, and her family was run by a stepmother.
In any case, there was always something amiss in her household, which was why she was matched with a wastrel like him.
He couldn’t let the Princess Consort go; if he could, he would have let her go too.
The Mothers of those two sons were also unwilling to leave.
The sons were the Heir’s sons, and there was a possibility they might become the next Heir; leaving was too unprofitable, so the two women not only refused to leave but fought quite fiercely.
It could be said that this added some atmosphere to Heir Han’s inner courtyard.
Both children were grown now.
They both seemed to have potential.
Heir Han visited Madam Wu’s courtyard the most.
It wasn’t that he had a special affection for Madam Wu, but rather that during the journey back to the capital with her, Heir Han had personally participated in raising the child, and he had developed feelings solely for that child.
He had raised him from a young age, just like a real father.
He always wondered, since he treated Shushu like his own child, would Shushu abandon him for his biological father if Jiang Da returned one day?
Wasn’t closeness determined by daily interaction?
After returning to the capital, he remained very filial to the Prince Consort.
Before, regardless of how dissolute he had been, he had always had a very good relationship with his elders.
Except for his Mother, Princess Huiyun.
His Mother never showed her face, so there was nowhere to interact with her.
He was currently in Madam Wu’s courtyard, seeing that Madam Wu had a strange expression, as if she had some unspeakable secret.
“Speak.”
“I want to adopt Fairy Liu as my goddaughter. She… originally, she was Wan’er. Now that Jiang Huaisheng has become a monk and Old Madam Jiang is bedridden, she is all alone. What kind of good family would marry such a girl? I… want to.”
Heir Han paced back and forth in Madam Wu’s room.
He had a bit of a headache.
“You don’t want to. That eldest daughter of yours is an extraordinary figure. I have met her once. Don’t be fooled by her feigning pitifulness. She is just a young girl, yet she maneuvers through the entire capital and plays with people’s hearts. She is very formidable.”
Madam Wu just lowered her head.
Seeing Madam Wu like this, Heir Han kicked the chair in front of him.
Madam Wu was best at using this tactic—lowering her head and remaining silent, yet her resolve was firmer than anyone’s.
Just like before, when she suddenly took the child and returned to the capital with him.
Seemingly weak, yet very stubborn.
“I need to enter the palace. When you make your decision, think about it—you still have Shushu.”
After saying this, Heir Han hurried out.
He was currently like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—he could barely protect himself.
Actually, he had thought about simply sending someone to kill Jiang the Second, but if he did it, there would be traces. He was just a big wastrel; he wasn’t skilled at such things.
He had been timid and cowardly until now.
Might as well show his cards.
Whether he stuck his head out or pulled it back, he would eventually have to take a blow.
Fortunately, he had no biological children; otherwise, they would have to suffer with him in the future.
Thinking of it this way, he felt much better.
Heir Han entered the palace. As usual, he even took a detour to the famous Erlang Sesame Seed Cake shop in the capital, queued up to buy a bag of cakes, and prepared to take them into the palace.
His uncle used to like eating these cakes.
Only, after that, he bought them.
His uncle probably never ate them again.
But he would still buy them.
He was used to it.
The carriage stopped by the side of the road, and the servant went to queue for the cakes.
He sat in the carriage.
He actually saw a pair of extremely beautiful people sitting in front of the sesame seed cake shop.
Some people, you could see them at a glance.
It gave rise to thoughts of human trafficking.
When Heir Han thought this.
Someone approached them.
Of course, it wasn’t human trafficking.
On the street, although it was lively, it wasn’t the kind of shoulder-to-shoulder crowd during holidays, so it wasn’t easy to abduct someone.
There were just a few more people.
People coming and going.
A plump young master walked over.
In the middle of winter, holding a paper fan, he actually used the tip of the fan to tilt up Zi Congheng’s chin and said, “Young Master thinks you look quite pretty. Are you interested in coming with me? I guarantee you’ll have good food and drink. It’s better than gnawing on sesame cakes here.”
Jiang Mianmian widened her eyes.
This wasn’t scientific.
This was encountering the classic old trope of molesting a respectable woman.
It actually wasn’t molesting her, but molesting her brother.
Jiang Mianmian felt the other party had no eye for talent.
There really was such a young master, plump and fair, bringing a group of servants, looking aggressive.
The surrounding people scattered one after another.
Heir Han frowned slightly, feeling a bit ashamed. He didn’t know why, but looking at that plump young man, he seemed to see his former self.
“Not interested.”
But that fatty didn’t believe it.
Jiang Mianmian was interested.
She excitedly leaned over and asked, “This young master, if I go with you, can I have good food and drink?”
The fatty only then noticed that there was an extremely beautiful girl beside this handsome man.
But the girl was still quite young.
He just didn’t know why.
Usually, he couldn’t see even one person with such transcendent beauty.
Now he saw two at once.
And this little one was so enthusiastic that it stumped him.
Shouldn’t one resist violently when being molested?
This…
He had a feeling of wanting to turn and run.
But these two looked so good, and they were sitting at the entrance of the sesame seed cake shop.
He had watched them sitting there for a while.
They shouldn’t have any major background.
That was why he rushed up.
After all, in the capital, aristocrats were everywhere, and one might accidentally step on someone who shouldn’t be stepped on.
“Of course I can. Young Master has plenty of money.”
“How good is the food? Where do we eat? Can I bring friends? Can I bring my parents? Can I bring my younger sister? Can I bring my older brother? Can I bring the servants?”
“Can… I suppose.”
Lu Yuzheng looked up and saw a man as tall and strong as a black tower, and a man with an ugly face like a demon, standing neatly behind this little girl and young master.
“Then let’s go. There’s no time like the present. We’ll go eat good food and drink right now,” Mianmian said happily.
Lu Yuzheng wanted to run, but was blocked by the man who looked like a demon. The six servants behind him couldn’t block a single punch from that man.
Mianmian pulled on Zi Congheng and said, “Brother, thanks to you, he wants to treat us to good food and drink. It’s all because of you. That’s great! I’ll take you out again next time. It’s really good luck to take you out.”
Zi Congheng:… You have oil on your hands, the oil from grabbing the sesame cake.
Lu Yuzheng was trembling a little with anger: “You, you let me go. Do you know who my father is?”
Mianmian was so excited that she grabbed Brother Chong’s hand hard.
The highlight was coming.
Reporting the menu—oh no, reporting the father’s name!
“Then do you know who our father is?” Mianmian said even louder.
Lu Yuzheng was so scared his legs went weak. It was over.
In the past, when he said this, others would be terrified.
He didn’t expect to meet someone louder.
His calves were cramping a bit. This method that had always worked was actually used more smoothly by someone else. It was over, he had met someone tough.
“Who is your father?”
“If I say it, I’ll scare you to death. You take us to eat good food and drink first, otherwise I’ll have my father wipe out your whole family,” Jiang Mianmian said aggressively.
When traveling, your identity is what you make it.
Lu Yuzheng was truly scared.
He didn’t know who he had provoked.
Being so arrogant, if she wasn’t a princess, she must be a princess-consort.
He bit the bullet and said, “This little one has eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I have offended you. This, this is a small token of my sincerity. I was just joking.”
Mianmian signaled Pang Ya to take the bank note.
She said slowly, “In the future, ask around more before you go out. Don’t molest just anyone. This time, Young Master is in a good mood, so I’ll let you go. There won’t be a next time!”
“Yes, yes, yes. May I ask your surname?”
“The surname is He. Go back and ask around clearly,” Mianmian said arrogantly.
The fatty respectfully presented the silver note, then took his servants and ran away without looking back.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the silver note in Pang Ya’s hand and said, “Finders keepers, we’ll split it five ways. Don’t tell Mother when we get back.”
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