After Losing Her Husband, She Turned the Petty Villains in the Marquis

by Usui Takumii

not mine, asia novels. Total:474 chapters. Beware MTL with some editing.

3. 21 to 30

[Chapter title omitted for translation]

Xiao Yuchen left Tang Shuyi's World Peace Garden, the wound on his knee still fresh and causing him great pain with every step. In the past, for an injury like this, he would have either been confined to his bed or carried in a palanquin for any travel.

But at this moment, he felt no self-pity; instead, a surge of vigor enveloped him, spurring him on to brave the pain and adversity.

He limped along, biting his lip, looking rather disheveled, yet his heart was clearer and brighter than at any time in the past seventeen years. His father, when he was alive, had also told him that, as the eldest son and heir, he should bear the responsibilities of the marquisate.

He had always nodded in agreement, saying he understood, but at that time he truly didn't grasp the real significance of being the eldest son and heir, nor did he comprehend what his responsibilities truly were.

Now he understood. His father was gone, and as the eldest son, he needed to set an example for his younger siblings, to create a safe and peaceful environment for his mother and siblings. As the heir to the marquisate, he should shoulder the responsibility of continuing its prosperity.

"Changming, I've never felt as powerful as I do now," Xiao Yuchen said with a smile to Changming by his side.

Changming turned to look at his young master's bright eyes and couldn't help but smile too. "Young master, I think you seem more spirited than ever before."

Xiao Yuchen laughed heartily, inhaling the cool air of the late autumn, feeling completely refreshed. He continued, "I was wrong before, constantly pleading with mother to bring Sister Qin into the house, yet I didn't have the ability to bear the consequences. Now I understand. Only when I am strong, can I do what I want to do, protect those I wish to protect."

Changming: "…"

Changming knew that his young master disliked hearing a single negative word about Liu Biqin, so he kept silent. He wondered if the lady would punish the young master for kneeling in the ancestral hall again for his continued infatuation.

They hadn't reached Qingfeng Garden when they saw the maid Ziling waiting at the courtyard gate from afar. Upon seeing them, Ziling hurried over and reached out to support Xiao Yuchen, saying, "Young master, your leg hasn't healed yet, why did you walk over here?"

Xiao Yuchen gently pushed her away, "It's nothing. The pain actually makes me feel better."

Ziling looked puzzled; naturally, she wouldn't dare to question Xiao Yuchen, so she turned to look at Changming instead. Changming just shrugged, and Ziling's face showed concern again.

How could she understand that Xiao Yuchen now wanted to use pain as a reminder for himself?

After sitting down in the room, Ziling brought over some medicine. "Young master, let me apply the medicine for you."

Xiao Yuchen hummed in response, letting her kneel down and roll up his trouser leg to apply the medicine. He turned his head to Changming and Changfeng waiting by the side and asked, "What do you think of Liang Jianan?"

He had to receive Liang Jianan tomorrow. It would be his first time receiving a guest alone, and this guest bore him ill will. He felt he needed to know his enemy as well as he knew himself.

Changming and Changfeng both frowned as they thought about Liang Jianan. They didn't know much about him since their young master didn't belong to the same age group or social circles as Liang Jianan.

After a while, Changming said, "I've seen Second Young Master Liang from a distance a few times. He's quite handsome. But of course, he can't compare to you, young master."

Xiao Yuchen glared at him, "I'm not a woman, why compare appearances with others?"

Changming chuckled darkly.

At this moment, Changfeng spoke, "It's said that he's quite reckless in his actions. There's a rumor that once he was riding a horse through the marketplace and collided with the carriage of the Grand Tutor's female relatives. Without uttering a single apology, he simply rode away. Keep in mind, the Grand Tutor is the maternal grandfather of the Crown Prince."

"What happened after that?" Xiao Yuchen inquired, "Did the Grand Tutor hold him accountable?"

Shaking his head, Changfeng replied, "It's said that the Grand Tutor made no public comment about the incident."

Xiao Yuchen's brow furrowed in confusion. The Grand Tutor was a venerated official serving two dynasties, a man of considerable influence and high status, not to mention the maternal grandfather of the Crown Prince. Why would he suffer in silence over Liang Jianan's behavior?

Was there some underlying reason? How should he handle Liang Jianan tomorrow?

Naturally, he detested Liang Jianan. Bowing before him was absolutely out of the question; firstly, because it was beyond him, and secondly, because his mother was very firm against the Liang family, and he couldn't afford to be the weak link.

However, if Liang Jianan came to apologize and seek reconciliation, responding with an overly harsh and cold attitude might seem petty, like a child throwing a tantrum. He was an adult now; his actions couldn't be capricious.

A slight chill from his knees interrupted his thoughts. Xiao Yuchen looked down and met the upturned, delicate face of Ziling, her features serene and gentle.

Shifting his legs, he said, "You may leave. Have Changming and Changfeng attend to me."

A look of hurt flashed across Ziling's face, "How could those two with their rough hands serve you properly? Allow me to prepare a bath for you."

As she stood and headed for the bath, Xiao Yuchen didn't object. Standing up, he declared, "I shall take a bath."

With an injury on his knee, a full bath was out of the question; a quick wipe-down would have to suffice. Changming hurriedly supported Xiao Yuchen to the bathroom, while Changfeng, head bowed, clenched his fist and did not follow.

Upon entering the bathroom, the hot water was already prepared. Ziling approached Xiao Yuchen and offered, "Allow me to help you undress."

Xiao Yuchen hummed an affirmation, raising his arms as Ziling began to remove his outer robe, belt, and tunic. As she reached for his undergarment, Xiao Yuchen gestured, "You may leave. Let Changming attend to me."

With her lips pursed in reluctance, Ziling cast one last glance at Xiao Yuchen before turning to leave. Changming helped Xiao Yuchen out of his undergarment and then assisted him with his washing. After the wash, Ziling attended to him in the inner chamber. As Changming stepped out, he saw Changfeng standing in the corridor, gazing up at the sky.

Joining him, Changming too looked up and remarked, "Some aspire to soar to the treetops, grasping for branches out of reach."

Changming was aware of Changfeng's fondness for Ziling, yet she was wholeheartedly intent on becoming their young master's concubine.

Changfeng shot Changming a sidelong glance, "You're overthinking it."

Changming shrugged, "Alright, perhaps I am."

At this moment, Zilian emerged, ignoring the two of them and heading straight back to her room, leaving Changming and Changfeng exchanging puzzled glances.

Inside the inner chamber, Xiaoyu Chen lay in bed unable to sleep, his mind preoccupied with how he would confront Liang Jian'an the next day, resulting in a restless night.

The next morning, as he joined Lady Tang for breakfast at the Yi Academy, he considered sharing his thoughts with her. However, feeling he was now an adult, he didn't want to trouble his mother with everything and ultimately chose to remain silent.

Lady Tang didn't inquire either. She planned to let Xiaoyu Chen handle the situation on his own, ready to step in only if things went awry. After all, growth requires one to take the first steps toward independence.

Chapter 22: What Will You Do?

The Liang family arrived during the Shi period (9 am to 11 am). Liang Jian'an was led by Steward Zhao to the main hall in the front courtyard, while Old Madam Liang and Lady Liang were escorted by the housekeeper to Lady Tang's Shian Garden.

Xiaoyu Chen didn't wait for Liang Jian'an in the main hall; instead, he was reading in his study. Only after Steward Zhao announced Liang Jian'an's arrival did he rise and head toward the main hall.

It was then that he truly understood why Lady Tang had not waited in the hall for Xue Ji's arrival during their last meeting, opting instead to join from her study.

Just like now, had he been waiting in the hall for Liang Jian'an, it would have seemed as if he was overly eager for the meeting, inadvertently placing himself at a disadvantage.

Nevertheless, he didn't keep Liang Jian'an waiting either, considering the Empress Dowager stood behind him, and one slight is sufficient; he mustn't overdo it. This was his conclusion from the previous night's deliberations.

Today, he had chosen a dark blue robe with subtle patterns, lending him an air of mature stability.

A few steps out of the study brought him to the main hall. Stepping in, Xiaoyu Chen found Liang Jian'an sipping tea, unflinching. In his eyes, Xiaoyu Chen was but an immature youth. By coming in person, he had already bestowed considerable honor.

Xiaoyu Chen hadn't anticipated such discourtesy. Normally, a guest would rise upon the host's arrival, and mutual salutations would follow. Liang Jian'an's indifference was a clear snub.

Initially nervous, Xiaoyu Chen's anger now supplanted his anxiety, casting a shadow over his countenance.

Taking his seat, he channeled Lady Tang's authoritative demeanor, straightened his back, and addressed Liang Jian'an, "What brings Second Master Liang to my residence today?"

Liang Jian'an hadn't greeted him, so naturally, he wasn't inclined to extend courtesies either. In terms of status, Liang Jian'an, without office or title, was merely the Empress Dowager's brother, while he was the heir to a marquisate, placing them on equal footing.

Liang Jian'an was taken aback; the young lad had not paid his respects. Regardless, he was significantly older, a senior by age, warranting a greeting from Xiaoyu Chen.

Under normal circumstances, Liang Jian'an's temper would have flared. With an Empress Dowager in the family, he strutted about the capital with impunity. But today's visit was constrained by the Second Prince's repeated cautions against causing trouble, given the Emperor's scrutiny of his apology.

He was puzzled; with the Marquis of Yongning deceased and his household left in the hands of widows and orphans, why did the Emperor show them such favor?

Suppressing the irritation welling within, he said, "Well, it so happened that a runaway servant from our household fled to your Mei Hua Lane residence. In their haste, my servants rashly entered without notifying you. My visit today is to apologize to you, my dear nephew. It was my oversight in discipline; please don't take it to heart."

His tone carried the weight of an elder, and Xiao Yuchen bristled with the urge to lash out in anger. Liang Jianan's actions were clearly intended to destroy him and their marquisate. How could he lightly gloss over such intent?

But at the peak of his anger, Xiao Yuchen suddenly regained his composure. He was now an adult, the eldest son of the marquisate, the pillar of the family, and could not be swayed by his emotions.

Silently taking a deep breath, Xiao Yuchen picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, soothing his fiery temperament. Then he said, "We must discipline our servants properly, lest they give others a chance to accuse them of abusing their power."

Liang Jianan's eyes narrowed upon hearing this. Although the remark was about servants, he felt it was directed at him. Wasn't his power in the capital derived from his sister, Consort Liang? He thought, "Who gave this young whelp such audacity?"

As Liang Jianan was about to erupt in anger, he heard Xiao Yuchen say, "Our houses share no kinship, so I cannot accept the title of 'nephew' from you, Second Master Liang."

Liang Jianan almost laughed out of irritation, amused by the young man's pretense of dignity. Considering the emperor's watchful eye on him, he suppressed the flare of anger in his chest and said, "I've heard the rockery in your Mei Alley residence is made of stones from Mount Putuo that have been blessed. Is that so?"

"Yes, my mother is a devout Buddhist," replied Xiao Yuchen.

"Then why would you place such valuable stones outside?" Liang Jianan asked coldly, the thought of compensating the Yongning Marquisate with thirty thousand taels of silver paining him.

Xiao Yuchen, now quite at ease, spoke with confidence, "Where one places their belongings is naturally at their own discretion."

It's a trap to extort your money, what can you do about it?

Liang Jianan realized that he would gain no advantage over this young upstart today and, with a snort, fell silent. Xiao Yuchen, indifferent, picked up his teacup and resumed drinking his tea.

While their conversation was cold and terse, Shi'an Garden was bustling with activity.

The plump Lady Liang, looking as if she was enjoying a spectacle, said to Tang Shuyi, "I heard that before your lord passed away, he took two concubines at the border. They're keeping well, I hope?"

Leaning back in her chair, Tang Shuyi replied with a smile, "Very well, they spend their days in the courtyard reading and embroidering. Alas, it's quite pitiful. They were with our lord and yet bore no children, male or female. Unlike the women in your household, fortunate enough to have children by their side."

One should look in the mirror before laughing at others; Liang Jianan has a brood of illegitimate sons and daughters, not knowing who will have the last laugh.

As expected, Lady Liang's expression turned sour. Clenching her teeth, she said, "You too have had a hard fate, who would have thought your lord would pass away so young..."

As she spoke, she dabbed the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.

Tang Shuyi inwardly scoffed but maintained a serene facade, "The marquis died for his country, and I am proud of him. Moreover, though he is gone, he secured a noble title for me, and I have the comfort of three legitimate children, both sons and daughters. I am content."

Lady Liang Er was so infuriated by her words, she could barely maintain her composure. Tang Shuyi knew exactly where to strike. Liang Jianan held no official title, hence she had no imperial command. Moreover, she had only daughters to her name, no sons of her own, though she did have six or seven illegitimate ones.

Clenching her teeth, Lady Liang the Second wanted to continue her verbal spar with Liang Shuyi, but at that moment, Old Madame Liang shot her a glance, and the former could only tightly grasp her handkerchief, swallowing her anger in silence.

"The behavior of the servants at home has caused you a lot of trouble," said Old Madam Liang with a smile. "I hear that many things in that residence were also damaged, and it is only right that we offer compensation."

With that, she took out several banknotes and said, "This money is meant as compensation, and I hope Madam will accept it."

Though Old Madam Liang was older than Tang Shuyi, and even though she was the birth mother of the Noble Consort, she held only a fourth-rank imperial title, while Tang Shuyi held a first-rank. If Tang Shuyi demanded that she kneel today, she wouldn't be able to refuse.

Old Madam Liang was well aware that this was also why the Second Prince wanted her to accompany Lady Liang to the Marquis's residence. Otherwise, with the arrogant temperaments of both Lord Liang and Lady Liang, they might stir up some trouble.

Chapter 23: Life is a Play, All About Acting!

There had always been enmity between the two families. Although it was not a matter of life and death, their conflicts were irreconcilable. That they could sit down today and exchange pleasantries was only because the Emperor did not wish for the situation to escalate further. Otherwise, neither family would bow their heads.

Thus, the three members of the Liang family stayed at the Marquis's residence only briefly before departing. Xiao Yuchen and Tang Shuyi did not see them out personally; there was no need.

After they had left, Xiao Yuchen went to Shian Garden and recounted his encounter with Liang Jian'an to Tang Shuyi, who asked with a smile after listening, "How do you feel about it?"

Xiao Yuchen scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, "I feel... I didn't perform very well today. None of the things I thought about saying last night came in handy."

The bright and exquisite young man, scratching his head with a dumbfounded expression, was irresistibly endearing.

Tang Shuyi chuckled and said, "You're unfamiliar with Liang Jian'an's ways, so naturally, you wouldn't know how he'd act. The things you prepared wouldn't have been of much use."

Xiao Yuchen nodded earnestly, "I'll make sure to learn more about the key figures in the capital in the future."

"That's not necessary," Tang Shuyi said, "In dealing with people, as long as you know your own principles and boundaries, you can adapt to the situation as it unfolds. You did well today."

Xiao Yuchen blushed with bashful pride at the praise. Tang Shuyi sighed inwardly; this stepson of hers, it was unclear who would benefit from his broken engagement with Wu Jingyun.

Thinking of Wu Jingyun, she leaned forward, narrowing the distance between her and Xiao Yuchen, and whispered, "How do you think Liang Jian'an found out that you were hiding Liu Biqin in Mei Flower Alley?"

Xiao Yuchen's brow furrowed deeply again, and after pondering for a while, he shook his head, "I do not know."

"The information I received is that it was Miss Wu Jingyun of the Wu family who gave them the tip," Tang Shuyi said in a low voice.

She thought it over and decided to tell Xiao Yuchen about Wu Jingyun's desire to break off their engagement. The attempt to expose Xiao Yuchen for harboring the daughter of a convicted official had failed, but Wu Jingyun would likely seek other means to dissolve their engagement.

What methods?

Either smear Xiao Yuchen's reputation or devise a trap to compromise his integrity.

Thus, it's imperative that Xiao Yuchen remains vigilant and cautious during this period, ensuring he doesn't fall into others' traps. If a separation is to happen, so be it, but under no circumstances should Xiao Yuchen be tainted.

Upon hearing Tang Shuyi's words, Xiao Yuchen's mouth gaped open in shock. "This... this... how could this be possible?"

Which woman would initiate a separation? What's more, for the sake of breaking off the engagement, Wu Jingyun didn't hesitate to put him in jeopardy.

His impression of Wu Jingyun was not profound, but he generally considered her a gentle and dignified woman. How could she do such a thing? Moreover, he had not done anything to harm her, had he? Why would she do this?

Witnessing Xiao Yuchen's incredulous expression, Tang Shuyi didn't know whether to sigh or to be sarcastic. The men of ancient times never took women seriously.

"Why couldn't it be possible?" Tang Shuyi said, "You're engaged to Wu Jingyun; she's your fiancée. But your heart is with another woman. It's normal for her to resent you."

Xiao Yuchen was even more astonished, "I... since my engagement to Miss Wu, I have never considered making Qin Sister my main wife."

"So you intend to treat Miss Wu as a decoration? To have a main wife in name only?" Tang Shuyi asked with a hint of irony.

"I... I didn't mean to treat her as a decoration. I will provide everything that a main wife should have," Xiao Yuchen said.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Wasn't that what many around him did? They married for familial interests, and if they didn't love their spouse, they just maintained a façade with their main wife and then sought comfort from women they truly loved.

Of course, his affection for Qin Sister was deep, and he never considered her as merely a comfort. But he had also never thought of mistreating his main wife.

Tang Shuyi observed Xiao Yuchen's silence, unsure of what to say now. In ancient times, men having multiple wives and concubines was the norm. Even modestly wealthy families would be ridiculed if the men did not have concubines—ridiculed for being henpecked or for having a jealous main wife.

Xiao Yuchen had been immersed in this ideology for seventeen years; it was deeply ingrained. If she spoke to him now about being faithful and the concept of monogamy, Xiao Yuchen would surely think she had lost her mind.

Yet saying nothing, Tang Shuyi felt stifled. Thinking about her two future sons-in-law surrounded by a bevy of women in their inner courtyards, she felt uneasy. Not to mention the prospect of Xiao Yuzhu getting married and having to share her husband with others.

After a moment of thought, she said, "Just now, Madam Liang asked me if the two concubines in the house were still behaving. She wanted to make fun of me. I always thought your father was only with me. When I found out he had two concubines, I was heartbroken."

Tang Shuyi's eyes dropped, showing a look of grievance and sadness.

Ah, life is like a play, all dependent on the act!

"Mother..."

Xiao Yuchen didn't know how to comfort Tang Shuyi. As a son, he naturally hoped his father would be devoted to his mother and that his father's life would only include her. But as a man, he couldn't say his father was at fault.

In all honesty, it was quite normal for his father to take two concubines at the frontier. Back in the capital, his father had only his mother in the inner courtyard, which was enough to show his father's deep love for her.

"Put yourself in others' shoes," sighed Tang Shuyi again, "No woman wishes her husband to have eyes for another. Miss Wu is no exception."

Xiao Yuchen fell silent, at a loss for words. Had any other woman said this to him, he would have accused her of narrow-mindedness and jealousy, but this was his mother speaking. Moreover, deep down, he too wished his father had only ever had eyes for his mother.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Xiao Yuchen, Tang Shuyi let the matter rest. She straightened her posture, shedding the sorrow from earlier, "Let's not speak of your father any longer; he's gone, and there's no use dwelling on it."

Xiao Yuchen pursed his lips, thinking that if his father were still alive, his mother, with her current attitude, would surely not have made peace with him.

Unaware of her stepson's inner criticism, Tang Shuyi continued, "I have confirmed that the news indeed came from Miss Wu to the Liang family. What do you plan to do? Will you continue with the engagement?"

"No," Xiao Yuchen immediately replied. Such a woman, he would never bring through his doors.

Tang Shuyi scoffed, "Don't think it's only you who wishes to break off the engagement; Miss Wu doesn't want it either. Her aim in denouncing you was to annul the betrothal. If it didn't work this time, she would find other ways. Be cautious in your conduct before the betrothal is dissolved, and do not let others seize any more leverage over you."

If not for the sake of the entire marquisate, Tang Shuyi would let him learn his lesson the hard way.

Xiao Yuchen nodded.

Tang Shuyi added, "You may break off the engagement, but you cannot let her sully your reputation, nor allow her to tarnish your name."

Xiao Yuchen felt a surge of emotion and earnestly replied, "Son understands."

Chapter 24: Life is as Cheap as Grass!

As Xiao Yuchen left Shi'an Garden, he was still astounded by Tang Shuyi's words. Miss Wu actually wanted to break off their engagement. He didn't think too highly of himself, but did Miss Wu not understand the immense harm a broken engagement could do to a woman's reputation?

"What kind of person is Miss Wu?" Xiao Yuchen asked Changming, who was by his side.

Changming was bewildered, "How would I know?"

The young master rarely mentioned Miss Wu, so why suddenly ask about her today?

"Never mind if you don't know; there's no need to know anymore."

He was merely curious. However, since Miss Wu had chosen such a drastic way to break off their engagement, he wouldn't worry about her. It was just a bit of sentimentality.

…

Lord Liang and Lady Liang returned to their residence, both seething with anger. The servants in the room didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

"What's there for Tang Shuyi to be proud of, now that she's a widow?" Lady Liang seethed, the memory of Tang Shuyi's mocking words and scornful expression at the Hou residence causing her heart and lungs to ache with anger. "Isn't she just a first-grade imperial widow? What's so great about that?"

Liang Jian'an, already irritable, frowned impatiently upon hearing her rant, "Enough. What does her pride have to do with you? With Xiao Huai gone, are you still pining for him?"

"Liang Jian'an, don't slander me," Lady Liang retorted, though she would never admit her past infatuation with Xiao Huai, especially now that he was deceased. But she couldn't help her distaste for Tang Shuyi.

Liang Jian'an was not in the mood to squabble over such trivialities. He asked sternly, "How did you come by that letter? Tell me again."

By now, he was beginning to suspect that someone was playing a cruel joke.

Lady Liang too harbored a bitter resentment toward the person who had sent her the letter. If not for that letter, she wouldn't have intruded into Tang Shuyi's residence, which led to the subsequent debacle. She wouldn't have had to apologize to Tang Shuyi today and become a laughingstock.

She recounted the story of how she received the letter. Upon hearing it, Liang Jian'an clenched his teeth and ordered the guards who were on duty at the gate that day to be summoned. He was already infuriated by Xiao Yuchen today, and he was itching to vent his frustration. Since he couldn't target the Yongning Marquis residence, he would find someone else.

Shortly, two guards came trembling before him, aware of the turmoil the letter had caused. They had been restless these past days, and upon seeing Liang Jian'an, they knelt immediately, narrating the events of how a young beggar had delivered the letter without being asked.

"A young beggar?" Liang Jian'an inquired.

When the guards nodded, he pressed on, "You didn't see anyone else?"

The guards shook their heads, "No, we only saw a young beggar."

Narrowing his eyes in thought, Liang Jian'an pondered who might have sent the beggar with the letter. Meanwhile, Lady Liang commanded, "Find that beggar and bring him here."

The guards looked to Liang Jian'an, and upon receiving his nod, they promptly rose to fetch the person.

Beggars had their territories, and the one who delivered the letter frequented the vicinity of the Liang residence. It didn't take long for the guards to locate him and, without further ado, they apprehended him and brought him to the Liang residence.

Neither Lord Liang nor Lady Liang cared to interrogate the filthy beggar themselves, delegating the task to their steward. Terrified, the beggar spilled everything without reservation as soon as the steward questioned him.

The steward then reported back to Lord and Lady Liang, "According to the beggar, it was a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old who gave him five copper coins to deliver the letter to our residence."

"What did she look like?" Lady Liang demanded.

The steward replied, "The girl wore a hood, so the beggar didn't see her face. He only remembers her light blue attire. Judging from the style of her clothing described by the beggar, I suspect she might be a maidservant."

"Is that all?" Lady Liang asked sharply. "No other information?"

The steward carefully shook his head, "That's all. The beggar is unlikely to lie."

"Then let him die," Lady Liang's chest heaved with rage. She had thought they'd catch the culprit behind the letter, allowing her to vent her fury, but alas, they hadn't found even a shadow of a lead.

The steward's forehead was beaded with cold sweat. A beggar's death was inconsequential, but he feared Lady Liang's wrath might fall upon him since the letter had passed through his hands. His fears materialized when Lady Liang turned to him and Mother Cai, decreeing, "You and those two guards will be punished together, thirty strokes each."

Petrified, the steward dared not utter a word, while Mother Cai collapsed to the ground. Thirty strokes might cost her half her life, but she dared not plead for mercy, knowing Lady Liang's temperament; any plea might only invite harsher punishment.

The steward cast a pleading glance at Lord Liang, who indifferently gestured for them to leave. With trepidation, the steward and Mother Cai departed. Once outside, they exchanged glances, words failing them.

What was there to say? It was their misfortune to serve such masters.

Blaming the beggar for their predicament, the steward gritted his teeth and strode towards the servants' quarters, where the beggar was being held. Entering the yard, he saw the beggar trembling on the ground, flanked by two guards.

"Lord and Lady have ordered us each to receive thirty strokes," the steward informed the guards. "As for this beggar... execute him by beating."

Upon hearing this, the beggar fainted from fright. The courtyard's inhabitants, however, remained indifferent. The guards fetched a stick thick as a man's arm from the storeroom and, approaching the unconscious beggar, raised it high before bringing it down with vicious force.

A sickening crack echoed; the beggar let out a bloodcurdling scream. The steward frowned, "Gag him."

A guard stuffed a rag into the beggar's mouth before they resumed their brutal task. The boy, no more than eight or nine and frail, whimpered and struggled initially, but after a dozen blows, fell silent and still.

"Dispose of him," the steward said nonchalantly, as if discarding a small animal.

Yongning Marquis Residence

Tang Shuyi was discussing clothing matters with Cuizhu and Cuixian. With deep autumn upon them and winter approaching, it was time to prepare for the cold season.

"Have the tailor come tomorrow to take measurements. Later, let's visit the storeroom to see what fabrics we have," Tang Shuyi instructed, when the steward arrived, bowed, and stood hesitantly.

Noting his demeanor, Tang Shuyi prompted, "What's the matter? Speak."

With a sigh, the steward relayed, "A spy I had watching the Liang household reports they've beaten a beggar to death. Further inquiries revealed that the beggar had been paid by a young lady a few days ago to deliver a letter to the Liang residence."

Tang Shuyi sat in stunned silence for a moment. The pieces fell into place; it must have been Wu Jingyun who sent the letter to the Liang household through the beggar. Liang Jian'an had gained nothing from this affair but trouble and had taken out his frustrations on the beggar.

Human life, so cheap and expendable!

A lump formed in Tang Shuyi's throat, discomfort rising within her.

"Madam," the steward ventured cautiously, seeing her distressed expression, "what shall we do next?"

Tang Shuyi snapped back to reality. "Where is the body of that little beggar?"

"At the chaotic grave mound," the butler replied.

"Find a place to bury him," Tang Shuyi instructed. "Gather as much evidence as possible and subtly inform Miss Wu Er about this matter."

If it weren't for Wu Jingyun sending the little beggar to deliver a letter, he wouldn't have met his demise.

In fact, if Wu Jingyun's vengeance was solely directed at Xiao Yuchen and didn't implicate the marquis's residence or others, as long as she didn't kill Xiao Yuchen, Tang Shuyi wouldn't have intervened.

The butler didn't understand why they needed to reveal the letter to Miss Wu Er, but seeing Tang Shuyi's foul mood, he refrained from asking.

Chapter 25: The Difficulties of a Stepmother

The incident involving Wu Jingyun exposing Xiao Yuchen had spiraled beyond Tang Shuyi's expectations. She hadn't anticipated it becoming a topic at the morning court, let alone resulting in a fatality.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, lamenting how in this ancient feudal society, the lives of the poor were as trivial as grass.

…

Wu Jingyun hadn't been at peace these past few days either, with events unfolding far beyond her expectations. She never imagined that Mei Hua Alley would lack the presence of Liu Biqin, nor did she anticipate the matter escalating to the imperial court.

Now, her heart was in turmoil, fearful that the Liang family would discover she was the one who sent the letter. After painstakingly reviewing the entire incident, she was somewhat reassured, convinced she hadn't left behind the slightest clue.

At this moment, her personal maid, Xing'er, rushed in, her voice tinged with panic: "Miss, miss, the little beggar is dead."

Wu Jingyun was perplexed; the little beggar was too insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and she couldn't immediately see any connection to herself.

"Speak clearly, who died?" she asked.

But Xing'er's heart was racing with panic, knowing that she was the one who had found the little beggar to send the letter to the Liang family. She blurted out, "Miss, the little beggar I found to deliver the letter to the Liang family was killed by them."

Wu Jingyun was stunned, murmuring after a long while, "Dead?"

Xing'er nodded gravely, "Yes, killed by the Liang family. Miss, if the Liang family discovers it was me who sent the letter, will they..."

"They won't," Wu Jingyun interrupted Xing'er, her voice becoming shrill. She added, "The Liang family won't find out it was us who sent the letter."

The letter was written with her left hand; no one would recognize her handwriting. When Xing'er had interacted with the little beggar, she wore a hood. Besides, she was betrothed to Xiao Yuchen—who would suspect her of exposing him?

Wu Jingyun reassured once more, her words a bolster for both Apricot and herself, "No one will know."

Apricot remained fearful; after all, she was the one who had handed the letter to the little beggar. Had she not sought him out to deliver the message, he would still be alive. She was still at a loss as to why her young mistress was so adamant about breaking off the engagement with the Marquis of Yongning's heir, and that too in such an extreme manner.

But she didn't dare ask; her mistress had changed a lot these past few days.

"Let's visit Chongguang Temple in a couple of days," Wu Jingyun said somberly.

The death of the little beggar was, in some part, related to her. It was only right to offer incense in his memory.

"Miss," a voice called from outside the door, prompting Wu Jingyun to signal Apricot to check on the matter.

Apricot, no longer in a state of panic, turned and stepped out, only to see a young maid from Madam Wu's quarters standing outside, who greeted her with a smile, "The lady requests the presence of the Second Young Mistress."

"What is it about?" Apricot inquired.

The young maid replied with a smile, "The lady wishes to make clothes for the young mistresses and has asked the Second Young Mistress to choose the fabrics."

Apricot returned and relayed the message to Wu Jingyun, who after a brief preparation, accompanied by Apricot, headed to Madam Wu's quarters.

Upon arrival, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, which halted abruptly at Wu Jingyun's entrance. The moment was fleeting though, as Madam Wu beckoned her with a smile, "Come over, take a look at these fabrics. Which one do you like? Let's have two dresses made for you. In a few days, it's the Old Lady Qi's birthday celebration, and all you sisters should look bright and beautiful."

Wu Jingyun sneered inwardly, knowing that Feng Shi was always eager to display her benevolence and virtue to the outside world.

Approaching the table laid with colorful fabrics, she touched them one by one and finally pointed to a plain blue brocade with emerald patterns, "This one. The Marquis passed away less than three years ago, and the Marquis' household is still in mourning. Although I'm not yet married into the family, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to wear anything too ostentatious."

She spoke with feigned modesty, which to others appeared as boasting, once again leading to a tense atmosphere. Nonetheless, she casually took a seat beside her half-sister Wu Jingshu, catching a glimpse of her seething with resentment, even hearing the gritting of her teeth.

Wu Jingyun's mood instantly lifted.

Wu Jingshu harbored affection for Xiao Yuchen; in her previous life, she had conspired with Feng Shi to usurp her engagement, albeit unsuccessfully. Had she known the kind of life she'd lead with Xiao Yuchen, she would have willingly let them have it. In this life, however, she could grant them their wish.

Madam Wu's face stiffened momentarily, but she quickly masked it with a look of satisfaction, taking Wu Jingyun's hand, "You are a sensible child. The Marchioness will surely be fond of you."

Wu Jingyun smiled shyly again. After selecting the fabric and deciding on the style of the dress, she didn't linger, excusing herself on account of feeling unwell, too weary to partake in Feng Shi's charade.

After her departure, Wu Jingshu flung herself into Madam Wu's arms, her eyes brimming with tears, "Mother, you must help me."

Madam Wu hugged her, patting her back gently, her gaze towards the door growing increasingly profound. Being a stepmother was never easy; though a legitimate wife through formal marriage, she still had to live in the shadow of a deceased predecessor.

Every year, incense must be offered in memory of that deceased woman, whom they call 'sister.' Even in death, she cannot be interred with her husband, for he must be buried alongside his first legal wife — that's the tradition. Moreover, by these rules, her own daughter must play a subordinate role to the daughters born of the first wife, for they are the legitimate young ladies of the family.

Reflecting on the status and wealth of the Yongning Marquis's household, as well as the jade-like appearance of Xiao Yuxin, Madame Wu made up her mind.

She said, "Rest assured, mother will definitely help you."

Her daughter deserved nothing but the best.

…

The next day was a holiday, and neither Xiao Yuzhu nor Xiao Yuming had school, so Tang Shuyi simply decided to give Xiao Yuxin the day off as well. After breakfast, she had some fabrics brought out from the storeroom for the siblings to choose from for their new clothes.

Xiao Yuming, indifferent about his attire, waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Anything is fine for me; you decide, mother. I've made plans with some friends and must be going."

He turned to leave.

"Stop right there," Tang Shuyi called out, halting him. "We need to take your measurements for the clothes. Besides, what's so important today that it can't wait?"

Xiao Yuming grinned sheepishly at Tang Shuyi, then urged Cuiyun, "Hurry up and take my measurements," acting utterly shameless.

Cuiyun looked to Tang Shuyi with a smile, and upon receiving her nod, proceeded to measure Xiao Yuming. Tang Shuyi held a piece of white Yunyan brocade against him, to which he quickly protested, "Not that, I don't want white. It's too ostentatious and gets dirty easily. Black, I want black."

Tang Shuyi: "...Didn't you say anything would do?"

Xiao Yuming fell silent.

Tang Shuyi put away the white fabric, acknowledging that his darker complexion indeed didn't suit it. She then picked out a piece of dark green fabric, draping it against him, and asked, "Who did you make plans with?"

"Qi Er, Yan Wu, and a few others," Xiao Yuming replied, glancing at the dark green fabric without comment. A darker color was more practical, less likely to show dirt if he got into a scuffle and ended up rolling on the ground.

Tang Shuyi wasn't familiar with the names Qi Er or Yan Wu, so she inquired, "Whose children are they?"

Xiao Yuming answered casually, "Qi Er's father is the Minister of Revenue, Qi Liangsheng, and Yan Wu is from the Nanling Earl's household."

Tang Shuyi held a piece of navy blue fabric against him, continuing to probe, "What are you all planning to do?"

Xiao Yuming replied, "We're going to Yan Wu's estate to ride horses."

Tang Shuyi hummed in acknowledgment, not pressing further. She tried a few more fabrics against him, and once Cuiyun had finished taking his measurements, she let him go.

Chapter 26: Pedantry

Tang Shuyi watched Xiao Yuming stride away, wondering if his clothes would still be wearable when he returned. This stepson was truly a clothes-waster.

"These... these... these..." she pointed to five or six dark fabrics and said, "Make two sets of each style according to Yuming's measurements."

Everyone in the room couldn't help but laugh. Xiao Yuming could hardly wear a set of clothes a few times before it became unwearable. Either too dirty to be seen in public or too worn out to wear.

Tang Shuyi sighed, "If we were a poor family, he'd have to wear patched clothes every day."

Her remark again elicited laughter from everyone in the room.

Tang Shuyi then called over Xiao Yuzhu to choose, but since it was a period of mourning, Xiao Yuzhu, who liked bright and vivid colors, could only wear dark or plain colors. Unsure of what to choose, she said to Tang Shuyi, "Mother, you pick for me."

Tang Shuyi looked at her, noting her flawless pale skin like fine mutton-fat jade, and said with a smile, "My girl has fair skin and looks good in anything."

Upon hearing the praise, Xiao Yuzhu didn't blush but beamed brightly instead. Seeing this, Tang Shuyi couldn't resist patting her head. Although this young girl was a bit willful, she lacked any pettiness. Tang Shuyi admired her straightforward and generous nature.

A bit of wilfulness in the young girl was nothing to worry about; she could be taught in time. As long as her heart was kind and she understood propriety, being a little flamboyant wasn't an issue. A girl of noble birth should carry the grace befitting her status, living life unrestrainedly.

Tang Shuyi chose light green, ice blue, and light purple fabrics, holding them against Xiao Yuzhu's body and asking if she liked them. Pointing to the light green, Xiao Yuzhu said, "I don't like this color; Xiao Qingyu wears it often."

Tang Shuyi raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the young girl's deep resentment toward Xiao Qingyu. She asked, "What did Xiao Qingyu do now?"

Xiao Yuzhu puffed up her cheeks and said, "The day before yesterday, she deliberately spilled ink on my homework and then pretended it was an accident with her whiny voice. So I poured all my ink on her homework and clothes, saying it wasn't intentional either.

She cried pitifully, and I pointed at her and said, 'You say it wasn't intentional when you dirtied my homework today, nor when you stained my clothes the day before, nor when you broke my pen holder before that, and all the other times. Are you mentally challenged or physically handicapped that you always mess up my stuff? And why is it always my things you mess up and not anyone else's?'"

The young girl recounted the story with vibrant enthusiasm. Tang Shuyi smiled and asked, "What happened next?"

"The master scolded her and even punished her to copy characters." Xiao Yuzhu, clutching Tang Shuyi's arm, laughed, "Mother, your advice really worked. But Xiao Qingyu caused more trouble."

"What did she do this time?" Tang Shuyi pulled her to sit and asked.

"She brought a bunch of beaded flowers to school and gave them to our classmates, telling them not to play with me." Xiao Yuzhu's cheeks puffed up again.

"So, what do you want to do?" Tang Shuyi inquired.

Xiao Yuzhu shook her head. Being ostracized naturally didn't feel good, but she didn't want to be like Xiao Qingyu, giving things to those classmates. It wasn't about the value of the beaded flowers; she simply didn't want to give them to those people.

Tang Shuyi tugged at her little hand and humphed, saying, "We disdain to associate with those who are sycophantic and opportunistic, the likes who swarm around for personal gain like flies and behave like craven dogs."

Xiao Yuzhu looked at Tang Shuyi with her big, confused eyes, not understanding what she meant. Tang Shuyi turned to Xiao Yuchen beside her and said, "You explain."

Xiao Yuchen saw this as an excellent opportunity to teach his sister, and he puffed up his chest, saying, "Like flies that swarm for gain, they stop at nothing. The gentleman of integrity and kindness does not believe in slanderous words; such behaviors are the doings of the petty."

Xiao Yuzhu was even more bewildered, blinking her big eyes, looking from Xiao Yuchen to Tang Shuyi. Tang Shuyi couldn't help but laugh; this was what they called showing off one's learning.

Taking a sip of tea to suppress her smile, she said to Xiao Yuzhu, "What your brother means is, Xiao Qingyu's behavior of currying favor and isolating you through trivial favors like bead flowers is petty and mean, and she has brought disgrace upon herself."

Xiao Yuzhu still looked baffled. Tang Shuyi further explained, "If Xiao Qingyu were truly excellent, why would she need to curry favor with trivial gifts? Moreover, those who can be swayed by such small favors are usually those with weak wills and greedy for petty gains. Such people are not worth associating with. If a bead flower can make them isolate someone today, wouldn't something more valuable tomorrow lead them to harm someone?"

After hearing this, Xiao Yuzhu clenched her teeth and said, "I'll never play with them again."

Tang Shuyi nodded, "In choosing friends, one should look for those who share similar interests and agree on matters of principle."

She thought about explaining the concept of having aligned moral compasses, but the young girl might not understand. Nevertheless, even with the simplified explanation, Xiao Yuzhu still looked only half-enlightened. Tang Shuyi patted her head and said, "It's alright if you don't understand; your mother will explain it to you gradually over time."

Xiao Yuchen, having heard Tang Shuyi's explanation, was impressed and said, "Mother explains things in a way that's easy to understand."

Tang Shuyi remembered her own scholarly display and laughed again, "Your sister doesn't read much, she wouldn't understand if I quoted the classics."

Hearing that she was being called out for not reading much, Xiao Yuzhu puffed up her cheeks. Tang Shuyi soothed her by stroking her head, "Our Yuzhu doesn't read much because she's young. If you read more every day, perhaps when you're as old as your brother, you might have read even more books than him."

The little girl, cheered by these words, grinned broadly, leaving Xiao Yuchen with a helpless expression.

"Yuchen, you should also pick out some fabrics," Tang Shuyi shifted the topic.

Xiao Yuchen was not as rough as Xiao Yuming and paid great attention to his appearance. He stood up and walked over, reaching for a piece of crescent white Shu brocade, but retracted his hand before touching it. He remembered Xiao Yuming's earlier comment that white clothes were ostentatious.

Tang Shuyi noticed his gesture and, recalling Xiao Yuming's words, burst into laughter, with Xiao Yuzhu also leaning in and chuckling beside her. Xiao Yuchen felt embarrassed and awkward, so he turned to Tang Shuyi, who was still laughing, and said, "Mother, would you help me choose?"

Tang Shuyi stopped laughing and held up a few pieces of fabric against him, "These few should do."

Then she turned to the leather materials. As a great general, Xiao Huai was naturally skilled and fond of hunting, so there were many kinds of leathers in the house, including fox, mink, wolf, and deer.

"These mink furs should be made into a cloak for the Duke," said Tang Shuyi, taking out a few pieces of dark fur. Then she picked up two pieces of wolf fur, "These two should be made into boots for the Duke."

The 'Duke' she referred to was naturally Duke Tang.

The bond between people is reciprocal. The Duke of Tang has always been considerate towards her and their three children, and she felt it was only right to return the favor.

After selecting a few more pieces of leather for cloaks for herself and the children, Tang Shuyi instructed her servants to move the materials away. Then, she said to Xiao Yuzhen, "In a few days, the senior lady of the Qi household will be celebrating her birthday. Since we're in mourning, we cannot attend the banquet. Tomorrow, you should take a gift to the Qi household and wish the senior lady a happy birthday in advance."

Xiao Yuzhen nodded in agreement, and Tang Shuyi added, "Although your father had some disagreements with Minister Qi in the past, there was no deep-seated hatred between them. Minister Qi shares the same political views as your uncle, so we should not alienate them."

Xiao Yuzhen nodded earnestly, "I understand, Mother."

Now that the emperor was aging, the so-called political alignment meant that they were either favoring a certain prince or remaining neutral. But whether they favored a prince or remained neutral, they would inevitably stand opposed to the Second Prince.

Previously, Xiao Yuzhen had been preoccupied with his studies and his affection for Liu Biqin, paying little attention to politics and worldly affairs. However, as he began to gradually engage with these matters in recent days, he clearly understood that any of the princes could become the next emperor, except for the Second Prince.

Now that Qi Liangsheng's political views aligned with those of the Duke's mansion, it meant he did not favor the Second Prince either. Therefore, it was worthwhile to cultivate a good relationship with him.

Chapter 27: How Should Education Be Approached?

After leaving Shi'an Garden, Xiao Yuzhen instructed Changming to gather information about the Qi family. He had never before paid attention to the nobles in the capital, but as he might frequently interact with them in the future, it was better to understand them.

Changming set off to fulfill his task, while Changfeng accompanied Xiao Yuzhen to the study in the front courtyard, remarking, "Young Master, I feel that you handle matters with great method and order now."

Xiao Yuzhen sighed, "I was immature before. If I had been capable of handling things on my own, my mother wouldn't have had to work so hard, and Biqin wouldn't have had to suffer at the farm. I must work harder; in half a year, I'll bring Biqin into the mansion, and Mother will be reassured."

Changfeng: "…"

He realized that his previous words were unnecessary.

Meanwhile, Tang Shuyi was discussing with Xiao Yuzhu about moving her room. Xiao Yuzhu had been sleeping with her every night lately, and seemed to want to continue doing so indefinitely. It wasn't that Tang Shuyi disliked sharing a bed with Xiao Yuzhu, but she had grown accustomed to living alone for many years.

Therefore, she considered arranging several rooms in her courtyard for Xiao Yuzhu to live in, also considering it a part of her education. Tang Shuyi always believed that immersion was the best way to learn.

As Xiao Yuzhu would listen and watch while she handled affairs, Tang Shuyi could explain anything she didn't understand, and gradually, Xiao Yuzhu would come to understand many things.

Upon hearing that she would be moving to Shi'an Garden, Xiao Yuzhu was so elated she almost jumped for joy, hugging Tang Shuyi's arm and cooing, "Mother~ you're the best."

Tang Shuyi patted her back and joked, "I also think I'm the best."

Xiao Yuzhu paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"How about moving to the east wing?" Tang Shuyi suggested to Xiao Yuzhu, "The east wing has five rooms; three can be your living quarters, and the other two can be for your maids and servants."

Xiao Yuzhu's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Mother, will you help me arrange my room?"

"Of course, once everything inside is moved out, we'll open the storeroom. You can take whatever you like from there," Tang Shuyi mused. She believed in raising her daughter in comfort and would spare no expense for Xiao Yuzhu.

Xiao Yuzhu was even more delighted, rubbing her hands together in eagerness to organize her own room.

Having agreed on this, Tang Shuyi instructed her servants to tidy up the east chamber, then turned her thoughts to how to straighten out Xiao Yuming.

Xiao Yuming was the classic school bully and poor student at the academy, and he often roamed around the capital's entertainment venues in his free time, excluding, of course, the brothels and gambling houses. If he dared to set foot in those places, Tang Shuyi would have been ready with a hefty stick.

How should one educate such a rebellious child?

Tang Shuyi decided it was time for a profound conversation with him and instructed Cuiyun to go to the front yard and tell the gatekeeper to send Xiao Yuming directly to Shi An Yuan upon his return.

As dusk fell, Xiao Yuming returned, sweaty from the mild autumn day. Fortunately, his clothes remained relatively clean.

Upon entering the main hall, he snatched some pastries from Xiao Yuzhu's side and stuffed them into his mouth, saying, "Mother, I'm starving. Tell them to serve dinner quickly."

Xiao Yuzhu rolled her eyes, "Brother, were you reincarnated from a starving ghost?"

Xiao Yuming was indifferent to her comment. Swallowing the dry pastry, he poured himself a cup of tea and gulped it down before replying, "You sit at home all day, reading and embroidering, of course, you eat less. I'm always doing strenuous activities, naturally, I get hungry faster."

As he spoke, he flexed his right arm, clenched his fist, and slapped his bicep twice with his left hand, saying, "Come, feel this."

Xiao Yuzhu was curious about what was so interesting about an arm but still went over and pinched it. She then gasped in surprise, it was as hard as a rock.

Xiao Yuming was pleased by her reaction, and his confidence soared. He laughed heartily and boasted, "That's nothing. Someone like you, I could lift with just one hand."

As he said this, he reached for Xiao Yuzhu's collar. Xiao Yuzhu, frightened, let out a yelp and darted towards Tang Shuyi.

"Enough," Tang Shuyi said, somewhat helplessly. A high-energy rebellious teenager was truly a headache.

She added, "Your sister is a girl; you can't be rough with her in the future."

"Got it," Xiao Yuming responded as he stuffed another piece of pastry into his mouth, leaving Tang Shuyi unsure if he really took her words to heart.

At that moment, Xiao Yuxin also arrived. Tang Shuyi instructed the servants to serve dinner, and the family of four sat down to eat. After dinner, Xiao Yuming was about to leave, seemingly for some important matter, but Tang Shuyi stopped him, "Come to the study with me."

Xiao Yuming recognized the look on Tang Shuyi's face, the same one she had before sending his brother to the ancestral hall, where his brother ended up kneeling for the entire night, his knees only just recovered. His heart tightened slightly, and then scratching his ear, he made his way to the study.

Xiaoyu Chen and Xiaoyu Zhu were both puzzled and wanted to ask what was going on when they saw Tang Shuyi wave them off, "This doesn't concern you two, go and rest."

After saying that, she took Xiaoyu Ming into the study and closed the door behind them. Xiaoyu Chen glanced at the tightly shut door of the study and whispered to Xiaoyu Zhu, "What happened? What trouble has he gotten himself into?"

Xiaoyu Zhu shrugged, "How would I know?"

Xiaoyu Chen, now very conscious of his role as the eldest brother, was worried about Xiaoyu Ming being punished and also concerned that Tang Shuyi might have been angered by Xiaoyu Ming, so he didn't leave and sat in the hall. Since Xiaoyu Zhu lived there, naturally, she didn't leave either.

"Have you been staying with Mother all this time?" Xiaoyu Chen asked Xiaoyu Zhu.

He felt somewhat envious. He had learned a lot from Tang Shuyi these days and thought that if he could spend more time with her, he could learn even more. However, being a man, and of his age, he naturally couldn't stay in the same courtyard as his mother.

Xiaoyu Zhu boasted with a proud face, "Mother told me to move to Shian Courtyard; the east wing will be mine from now on."

Xiaoyu Chen grew even more envious, but it was just envy after all. He whispered to Xiaoyu Zhu, "Living in Mother's courtyard, you should learn more from her and also be filial."

Xiaoyu Zhu looked somewhat painfully at her elder brother's handsome face, feeling that he was becoming more and more stodgy and verbose. He was even more of a nag than their mother.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Xiaoyu Chen thought she hadn't taken it in and said again, "Did you hear me?"

Xiaoyu Zhu hummed in affirmation, "I know."

Seeing her serious attitude, Xiaoyu Chen didn't say anything further.

Chapter 28: Missing for Three Days

Inside the Study

Tang Shuyi looked at Xiaoyu Ming slouched in his chair, unsure how to start the conversation.

She didn't actually want such a formal talk; she preferred communicating and interacting in a relaxed environment. But with Xiaoyu Ming's busy life, she could hardly catch him outside of mealtimes, leaving her no choice but to summon him to the study for a talk.

After some thought, she decided to start with a relatively light topic, "Did you go to the horse field for riding today?"

"Yes, went to the field… rode horses." Xiaoyu Ming, initially slouching, now sat up straight. He was somewhat nervous, as they had discussed a significant matter at the horse field today.

Tang Shuyi noticed Xiaoyu Ming's movement, her eyes flickering subtly. If it were in her previous life, any minor gesture made by her negotiating counterpart would be analyzed for signs of concealment regarding the project, or any foul play in the contract, and so on.

But Xiaoyu Ming wasn't a negotiating counterpart, and since she hadn't been in this world for long and knew little about him, she couldn't fathom the meaning behind his gesture. It might be as simple as changing his posture.

Gathering her thoughts, she asked again, "Is the horse ranch owned by the Marquis of Nanling's residence?"

"Yes," Xiao Yuming allowed himself a small smile, "that horse ranch was part of the dowry of Yan Wumu's mother, who is also the wife of the Marquis of Nanling."

"Oh," Tang Shuyi appeared to understand, "Besides riding, what else do you like?"

"I... I don't have many preferences, I just enjoy whatever is fun." Xiao Yuming spoke while glancing out of the window, into the darkness outside, unable to discern the time of day.

Thinking he was getting restless, Tang Shuyi didn't veer off-topic and went straight to the point, "Yuming, how about I find you a martial arts master to learn from?"

"Ah?" Xiao Yuming felt a bit anxious internally, fearing a waste of time, and didn't quite grasp Tang Shuyi's implication at the moment.

Tang Shuyi mistook his reaction for a reluctance to practice martial arts, her brows furrowing slightly. He's not great at studying; if he doesn't want to practice martial arts either, could it be he intends to go into business? Though merchants are regarded lowly here, it wouldn't be too bad. After all, with the backing of the Marquis of Yongning, not many would dare look down on him.

"Then what do you want to do in the future? Go into business?" Tang Shuyi asked.

"Mother, may I take some time to think it over?" Now, Xiao Yuming finally understood. His mother hadn't summoned him to punish him, but to discuss his future.

"Alright," Tang Shuyi knew these matters couldn't be rushed, but still felt certain things needed to be said, "People always say parents wish for their children to be successful, but I don't have such expectations. I only wish for you three siblings to be healthy, safe, and happy. Yet, one must have goals in life..."

"Mother," Xiao Yuming interrupted Tang Shuyi, "I will give it serious thought."

Tang Shuyi: "…"

Was she being too nagging?

"Fine, go back and think it over carefully, and let your mother know once you've decided," Tang Shuyi said.

Xiao Yuming hummed in acknowledgment and stood up to leave. Tang Shuyi was left pondering whether she had indeed been too nagging. She hadn't been one for many words before, but ever since becoming a mother, she found herself wanting to offer more advice.

The two left the study one after another, with Xiao Yuchen and Xiao Yuzhu still seated in the hall. Seeing both come out with calm expressions, Xiao Yuchen felt somewhat relieved.

Xiao Yuming was in a hurry to leave, telling Tang Shuyi he was going to rest before striding off. Xiao Yuchen quickly followed, trying to counsel him as they walked, "Yuming, since father passed, mother has been managing the Marquis's residence alone, which is very hard. We should be understanding and not upset her..."

"Elder brother," Xiao Yuming halted to interrupt him, "Mother has already spoken to me just now. I am very tired and need to go to sleep."

With that, he dashed off, leaving Xiao Yuchen standing there in silence. He wanted to fulfill his duties as the eldest brother and guide his younger siblings, but it seemed that neither his brother nor sister were keen on being advised!

"Eldest Young Master, shall we return?" Changfeng asked, seeing him stationary.

"Let's go," said Xiao Yuchen with a tinge of sorrow as he made his way to his own courtyard.

Before long, the peacefulness of Yongning Marquis Estate was restored, and someone scaled the wall and left the estate.

…

In the following days, Tang Shuyi did not press Xiao Yuming further about his future plans. She gave him time to think, but she knew it wouldn't do for him to keep pondering indefinitely.

During these days, aside from helping Xiao Yuzhu tidy up her room, Tang Shuyi also roughly examined the estate's accounts. As the person in charge, she needed to understand the financial sources and main expenditures of the estate.

The income of Yongning Marquis Estate was straightforward, coming from land and shops. However, Tang Shuyi was astounded to discover the estate owned nearly 100,000 acres of land. This included rewards from the emperor to two generations of the Yongning Marquis and land acquired over decades.

Indeed, poverty limits one's imagination!

Furthermore, Yongning Marquis Estate had nearly a hundred shops, most of which were leased out, with a few being operated by the estate itself. After reviewing the accounts, Tang Shuyi felt relieved to find that the estate wasn't just for show but was actually quite wealthy.

However, she couldn't just sit back and watch the estate's resources dwindle; suitable investment opportunities had to be seized, though there was no rush.

At this moment, Xiao Yuzhu was sitting beside Tang Shuyi, who was explaining to her how to read the accounts and understand the estate's revenue and expenditures. Tang Shuyi didn't expect Xiao Yuzhu to grasp everything immediately; it was more about exposure, and with time she would slowly understand.

"Does our estate really spend so much in a month?" Xiao Yuzhu exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the figures in the ledger, having not expected the estate to have such substantial monthly expenses.

Tang Shuyi hummed in affirmation, "It adds up. With so many people in the estate, daily necessities cost money. But, our monthly revenue far exceeds our expenses, so these expenditures aren't concerning."

As they were speaking, Cuiyun lifted the curtain and came in to report, "Madam, the Lady of Nanling Marquis has come for a visit."

Tang Shuyi put down the ledger, her brows slightly furrowed as she inquired, "Why the sudden visit?"

Typically, visits among the nobility were preceded by sending a card. An unannounced visit like this could be considered impolite.

Cuiyun replied, "I'm not sure, but the Lady of Nanling Marquis doesn't seem to be in good spirits."

Recalling Xiao Yuming's mention of his good relations with Yan Wu from the Nanling Marquis family, Tang Shuyi instructed, "Please show her in."

Cuiyun acknowledged and departed, and after a short while, the curtain was lifted and in came a noblewoman in her forties, her face kind and her figure slightly plump. Tang Shuyi hurriedly rose to greet her, and the Lady of Nanling Marquis, taking her hand with a somewhat embarrassed expression, said, "I apologize for the sudden intrusion."

Tang Shuyi replied with a smile, "It's not a problem at all. My son Yuming often speaks of your fifth son; had it not been for my current circumstances, I would've visited your estate long ago."

Seeing Tang Shuyi's straightforward manner, the Lady of Nanling Marquis managed a smile, "My visit today is related to that mischievous son of mine."

Tang Shuyi motioned for the Lady of Nanling to sit, then asked with concern, "What happened?"

"That scourge of mine has been missing for three days."

Chapter 29: Truly, life is a play, testing our acting skills at every turn!

In modern society, where security is so good, parents are frantic when a child goes missing, let alone in an ancient feudal society.

Seeing the Lady of Nanling dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief, Tang Shuyi inquired, "When did you notice he was missing?"

The Lady of Nanling sighed, "Three days ago, after his father reprimanded him, the next day he was gone. It seems he sneaked out that night."

Tang Shuyi pondered for a moment. Three nights ago was when she had planned to have a heart-to-heart with Xiao Yuming. She had noticed his restlessness, as if he couldn't sit still, but she thought it was just his temperament and didn't think much of it.

So, Yan Wu had run away from home. Was Xiao Yuming involved?

At that moment, the Lady of Nanling said, "Is your Yuming here? If he is, I'd like to ask him a few questions."

Tang Shuyi estimated the time; Xiao Yuming should have finished school by now. But a student who often slacks off might not return home right after school. She then instructed Cui Zhu, who stood behind her, "Go to the front courtyard and see if Yuming is there. If not, find him quickly."

Cui Zhu, having received her orders, lifted the curtain and headed toward the front courtyard. Xiao Yuming's quarters were called Yi Ran Ju. Reaching its entrance, Cui Zhu encountered Yantai, Xiao Yuming's personal attendant, hurriedly exiting with a bundle in his arms.

Spotting him, Cui Zhu asked, "Yantai, where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Yantai, upon seeing Cui Zhu, stopped in his tracks, his face tense and words stumbling, "No... nothing. Just stepping out for a bit."

After speaking, he scurried away in a fluster.

Cui Zhu watched his retreating figure intently, then turned to enter the courtyard, where she saw Xiao Yuming crouching down, amusing himself with crickets, with his other attendant, Shimo, by his side.

She approached, performed a respectful bow, and said, "Second Young Master, the madam requests your presence."

Xiao Yuming, holding a cricket grass in his hand, tilted his head to look at Cui Zhu, "Is it time for dinner?"

Cui Zhu replied, "...No, the Lady of Nanling has arrived and wishes to see you."

Upon hearing 'the Lady of Nanling', Xiao Yuming pursed his lips, tossed the cricket grass on the ground, dusted off his hands, and said, "Alright, let's go."

Cui Zhu surmised that Xiao Yuming must know the inside story of the fifth young master of Nanling's disappearance. But being a maid, it wasn't her place to ask more, so she silently accompanied Xiao Yuming back to Shi An Yuan. Reaching the entrance of the hall, she lifted the curtain for Xiao Yuming to enter, following closely behind.

Xiao Yuming entered the room, first paying respects to his mother before turning to Lady Nanling, "Greetings, Aunt Yan."

Lady Nanling rose, clutching Xiao Yuming's arm, her eyes filled with earnest concern as she asked, "Yuming, you and Little Wu are always together, do you know where he's gone?"

"Aunt, I truly have no clue!" Xiao Yuming lied with an unwavering face. But upon hearing his words, tears started rolling down Lady Nanling's cheeks, and with a mournful tone, she lamented, "Even you don't know... he's certainly untraceable now. He's taking my life with him... I might as well be dead..."

Lady Nanling, overwhelmed with emotion, gasped for breath and suddenly fainted.

Xiao Yuming quickly supported her, and Tang Shuyi also hurried to help. Tang Shuyi felt a tight grip on her arm and looked down to see Lady Nanling clutching it firmly. Glancing at Lady Nanling's face, she noticed her eyelashes trembling.

Tang Shuyi fell silent for a moment, thinking, "Life really is like a play, constantly testing our acting skills!"

But if she was expected to play along, a heads-up would have been appreciated!

After a moment to gather her emotions, Tang Shuyi looked up with tears in her eyes. Holding Lady Nanling's hand, she said, "Why would you think so negatively? If we can't find him, we'll just keep searching."

Lady Nanling kept her eyes tightly shut, showing no signs of awakening.

Tang Shuyi wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, then turned to Xiao Yuming with a stern gaze, "Human life is precious. Do you really not know where Yan Wu is?"

Xiao Yuming had never encountered such a scenario. Though Yan Wu had complained to him about his mother feigning chest pain and fainting spells, he was facing it for the first time and was uncertain whether Lady Nanling was truly unconscious or pretending.

He stammered, "I... I don't know where Yan Wu is."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw his mother suddenly reach out and grab his collar, her voice sharp and cold, "Xiao Yuming, think carefully before you speak. Do you really want to be responsible for someone's death?"

Xiao Yuming thought, 'How did it become my fault?'

Although he was internally grumbling, the severe look in his mother's eyes and Lady Nanling's seemingly dying state left him as flustered as wild grass in the wind, unsure of what to do.

Then he heard his mother's stern shout, "Speak now!"

Her sharp cry made Xiao Yuming's heart clench, and he blurted out involuntarily, "He's... at our Mei Hua Alley residence."

As soon as he spoke, Lady Nanling's eyes snapped open, and she stood up straight, her face twisted into a cold sneer, nowhere near the brink of death she had just been.

Realizing he had been tricked, Xiao Yuming quickly turned and yelled toward the door, "Shimo, hurry and go report..."

But before he could finish, Tang Shuyi's stern voice rang out in the room, "Stop him."

Outside, Shi Mo heard the young master's voice and started to run, but just as he lifted his foot, Madam Hou's voice came through. Then, several robust maids surrounded him in a flurry.

He could only squat on the ground and wail, "Young master, I can't get out!"

Inside the room, Xiao Yuming stood in anger and despair, while his two mothers conversed with smiling faces:

Lady Nanling: "I'm truly grateful for your help today."

Tang Shuyi: "Please, there's no need for thanks. It's all for the sake of the children, as it should be."

Lady Nanling: "Alas, having such a disaster of a child, I could lose years off my life."

Tang Shuyi: "The child is still young; with time and teaching, he'll improve. I'll accompany you to Meihua Lane right now."

Lady Nanling: "That would be truly appreciated."

As the two mothers got up to leave, they passed by Xiao Yuming. Tang Shuyi said, "Come with us."

Xiao Yuming clenched his fists, then followed the two mothers to Meihua Lane. Yan Wu would surely blame him for this, but he had no choice. Their mothers were too cunning.

Once they reached Meihua Lane, Tang Shuyi looked at the locked gate and called back to Xiao Yuming, who stood far behind, "You open the gate."

He must have the key; how else could he have hidden Yan Wu here? But where did he get this key from?

Xiao Yuming wanted to say he didn't have the key, but since he had managed to hide someone inside, he surely knew how to open the lock. Now that everything was exposed, there was no point in hiding the trivial details.

He walked to the door with his head lowered, reached his right hand into his left sleeve, and fumbled around for two pieces of wire. He inserted the wires into the keyhole and after some fiddling... the lock opened.

Tang Shuyi watched his adept lock-picking, took a deep breath in silence, and thought to herself. He was skilled in sneaking and lock-picking; was there anything he couldn't do?

However, with outsiders present, everyone had their pride. They would settle this matter back home.

Chapter 30: Truly an Eye-Opener

With the lock opened, Xiao Yuming swung the gate open, and Tang Shuyi and Lady Nanling entered one after the other. Upon entering the courtyard, Lady Nanling cast a glance at the rockery in the southeast corner. It was said that every stone in that rockery had been blessed by a high monk from Putuo Mountain.

She naturally didn't believe those rumors. However, Madam Yongning seemed different from before, becoming more interesting by the day. It would be worthwhile to visit more often. But now wasn't the time for such thoughts; the priority was to capture that troublemaker.

"Which room is he in?" Lady Nanling asked Xiao Yuming.

Xiao Yuming pointed towards the east wing. Lady Nanling strode over with a fierce momentum, followed by Tang Shuyi. Reaching the doorway, Lady Nanling pushed the door open to see the room in complete disarray.

On the table, fruits and pastries were strewn carelessly, with melon seeds and fruit peels littered all over the floor. Looking further in, a blue figure could be seen lying on the bed, snoring thunderously.

These days of running away from home seemed to be spent in utter comfort.

Xiao Yuming had resigned himself to fate and no longer wished to make amends. He stood at the doorway, invisible to all.

With a stern face, the Lady of Nanling clenched her teeth as she approached the bed. After a moment's pause, her expression changed dramatically, and she began to weep into her handkerchief, "Why is my fate so bitter? I struggled so hard to give birth to this scourge. I might as well be dead..."

Her tears fell like rain, her sobs tragic and mournful. Those unfamiliar with her might have been moved to tears themselves. Xiao Yuming once again witnessed the Lady of Nanling's impeccable acting skills, and even Tang Shuyi couldn't help but admire her performance.

The commotion naturally woke Yan Wu. Seeing his mother sobbing as if she were about to pass out, he sat up from the bed. After glancing around the room and pulling a bitter face, he said, "Alright, alright, I'll go home with you."

The Lady of Nanling immediately dried her tears and turned to leave. Passing by Tang Shuyi, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble today. I'll visit another day to express my thanks."

"Please don't mention it," Tang Shuyi responded with a smile. She had indeed seen something new today.

With a dejected head, Yan Wu followed the Lady of Nanling out the door. Upon reaching the entrance, he asked Xiao Yuming in a low voice, "What happened?"

What could Xiao Yuming say?

He replied, "Your mother fainted at my house."

Yan Wu: "..." That was something his mother would do.

The group left the estate and headed back to their respective homes.

Tang Shuyi and Xiao Yuming sat in a carriage, and throughout the journey, Tang Shuyi remained silent. She didn't inquire about the details of the incident, nor did she scold Xiao Yuming. The more she remained silent, the more uneasy Xiao Yuming felt.

Although he wasn't involved in the handling of his elder brother's harboring of Liu Biqin, he knew quite a bit about it. Clearly, his mother's approach to things was completely different now - fierce and decisive. And when it came to disciplining them, she was unsparing. His elder brother's knee was a prime example.

Throughout the journey, he kept stealing glances at Tang Shuyi, who was aware of his gaze but continued to rest her eyes without giving him a single look.

In a short while, they arrived home. Tang Shuyi didn't head to the backyard but instead went to Xiao Huai's study in the front yard.

In his memory, when Xiao Huai was alive, his study was guarded twenty-four hours a day, and ordinary people weren't allowed to enter. Even Tang Shuyi and the three children were no exception. After Xiao Huai's death, although the study was no longer guarded, it wasn't easily accessible to others.

Now that Tang Shuyi wanted to enter, naturally, no one would stop her. She pushed the door open and saw a spacious room with an airy and bold layout. Tall bookshelves stood against two walls, filled to the brim with books. A large desk was placed in the center, with a screen at the back, likely concealing a resting area.

Tang Shuyi scanned the bookshelves before her, noting the majority of texts pertained to military strategy, alongside classics of history and philosophy. Even as a military man, it seemed Xiao Huai had been well-read. Drawing her gaze from the shelves, she settled into the chair behind the desk.

Xiao Yuming stood across the table from her, devoid of his usual nonchalant demeanor. From the moment he entered this study, a change had come over him, likely tied to Xiao Huai's influence. It appeared that choosing Xiao Huai's study to educate her second son was a wise decision.

Tang Shuyi's thoughts returned to the present, and she inquired, "Where did you learn to pick locks?"

Xiao Yuming lowered his gaze to his toes and muttered, "I picked it up from a locksmith a few days ago."

"Why did you want to learn lock-picking?" Tang Shuyi probed further.

Xiao Yuming replied, "I needed to hide Yan Wu in Meihua Alley. Since I couldn't get the keys to that house, I... learned to pick locks. It's always good to have more skills."

Tang Shuyi almost burst into laughter at his justification. What a skill indeed.

"Why choose the house in Meihua Alley?" she questioned once more.

"The darkest place is under the candlestick," Xiao Yuming explained. "Everyone knows about that house in Meihua Alley, so Yan Wu's parents would least expect him to be hidden there."

Thanks to the commotion caused by the Liang family, almost everyone in the capital's circle of nobility knew that the Yongning Marquis's family owned a property in Meihua Alley.

Tang Shuyi fell silent.

If only he could use such cunning in more righteous endeavors.

"Why did Yan Wu run away from home?" she inquired again.

Xiao Yuming answered honestly, "His father pressured him daily to study, intending for him to sit for the imperial examinations."

Tang Shuyi lapsed into another silence. Suddenly expecting a poor student to prepare for such rigorous exams was indeed a bit much. Tailored teaching was essential! However, running away from home simply because one's parents insisted on studying was also quite foolish.

"You may believe in the saying, 'A brother would take a blade to both sides for his sibling,'" Tang Shuyi remarked, noting the agreement on Xiao Yuming's face before adding, "But even so, shouldn't there be a proper time for wielding that blade?"

Xiao Yuming appeared puzzled by her words. Tang Shuyi spoke earnestly, "If your brother is about to leap into a pit of fire, would you still plunge in after him, blades and all?"

"I haven't done that," Xiao Yuming retorted, his neck stiff in a show of defiance.

Tang Shuyi's brow furrowed slightly; rebellious children were indeed challenging to guide.

"Now that Yan Wu has run away from home, what are his plans for the future? How does he intend to sustain himself? Is he to sever ties with the Nanling Marquis's family completely, or does he plan to return home in glory after achieving great success? If it's the latter, has he thought about how to accomplish this return in triumph? Through scholarly achievements or martial prowess, or perhaps by joining the military and earning his stripes on the battlefield?"

Tang Shuyi's barrage of questions rained down, causing Xiao Yuming's stiff neck to droop, yet his lips remained tightly pressed together.

"Or maybe he just wants to hide for a few days, make his family worry, and then they'd give in, allowing him to continue his life of leisure as before," Tang Shuyi said seriously to Xiao Yuming. "Xiao Yuming, is a life of frivolity what you truly desire?"

Xiao Yuming kept his head down, not uttering a word. Tang Shuyi stood up and said, "Think carefully in your father's study about what kind of life you really want."

Then she walked around the desk, stood in front of Xiao Yuming, and with a serious and stern gaze, said, "If there's something on your mind, come directly to me. Don't resort to running away from home. In my house, there are only two outcomes for running away: one, if you leave, you never come back. Two, if you do come back, you'll be grounded forever with broken legs."