Chapter 155 Extra Four

The group surnamed Liao remained silent for a moment, followed by an awkward silence.

They were just indulging in a bit of fun after drinking too much. Who was Zhao Tulin? The young master of Pingzhou—his whip could split anyone in two. Behind him were Shui'er's entourage.

Even if someone thinks highly of themselves, they wouldn't dare to disregard her.

"What were you talking about just now?" Xie Yulin clenched his fists, his eyes turning red with anger.

What right does this person have to talk about my sister like that? She's just a gaudy, ordinary woman, acting like she's something special.

"What's it to you?" the man surnamed Liao said sheepishly, of course refusing to admit his earlier disrespectful words: "You greenhorn, put your hand down and don't point at me."

The man called him a greenhorn, which made Xie Yulin even angrier. Who was greenhorn? He was seventeen years old.

He strode over the screen with an imposing air, and only then did the man surnamed Liao realize that this kid was actually a head taller than him.

The man surnamed Liao shoved Xie Yulin, who stumbled backward and shoved back defiantly.

The two exchanged blows, then got angry and started punching and kicking each other.

Even if Xie Yulin was a complete waste, he still received guidance from renowned teachers in both literature and martial arts. It's just that he was too proud to show his true colors.

The problem was that the guy surnamed Liao kept hitting him in the face, which made him so angry that he stopped caring about his manners.

His only redeeming quality is his face, and this person is so cruel to deliberately disfigure him.

Chunsheng jumped around frantically, trying to break up the fight but not knowing how to start. He scratched his head in frustration, yelling, "Help! Help! Stop fighting!"

The more he shouted, the more fiercely the two of them fought, until they collapsed to the ground and rolled around in a heap.

When Zhao Tulin arrived, he saw this scene.

Xie Yulin pinned the man to the ground and began slapping him across the face repeatedly, shouting as he did so, "You dare hit my face! Do you dare to do it again? Do you dare to do it again?"

His hair and clothes were disheveled, tears clung to his face, and there were bruises on his face and exposed collarbone, but he was gritting his teeth and looked quite fierce.

Zhao Tulin subconsciously bit her lower lip. To be honest, seeing Xie Yulin's overly distressed state, she wanted to make him cry even harder.

But the person who had been beaten on the ground was already on the verge of death, his face swollen like a pig's head.

Zhao Tulin stepped forward, grabbed Xie Yulin by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Who touched me!" He turned his head, frowning, his whole body tense, looking fierce and bristling.

Zhao Tulin just looked at him indifferently, and he immediately collapsed, like a kitten that had gone out to fight but never won and then saw its owner.

"Sister." He felt so wronged, but a man can't cry.

"You're acting all wronged? You think you're right to fight with someone?" Zhao Tulin pulled him behind her.

He defiantly stuck his face out, saying, "Look at how I got beaten up."

Xie Yulin has delicate skin and flesh; even a light touch can cause serious injury. His eyes are swollen, turning a purplish-red color, which looks quite unsettling.

Zhao Tulin frowned, pinched his chin and examined him closely, then suddenly said, "He seems quite capable."

"He also spoke ill of you, saying you were fierce." Xie Yulin seemed to have found someone to rely on, and desperately complained.

Chunsheng nodded vigorously on the side: "Yes, yes, this person spoke ill of you, and our young master couldn't stand it, so he stood up. But this person was unreasonable and pushed our young master, and then a fight broke out."

Xie Yulin stated that this is the gist of the matter.

Zhao Tulin reached out and gently pressed on the bruises on his face, making him wince in pain.

"So delicate," Zhao Tulin scoffed.

She raised her chin and asked the person lying on the ground, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The man surnamed Liao was beaten until his mouth was bleeding; what else could he say?

"Since you have nothing to say, then let the authorities handle the case. If you are innocent, you will not be wrongly accused."

Xie Yulin followed Zhao Tulin back like a submissive wife. Zhao Tulin didn't want to say much, but seeing the bruises all over his body and his pretty little face all bruised, he still threw him a box of ointment: "You only have one face to show off, why don't you take better care of it? Trying to learn how to fight, you're so capable."

"Ah! Sister, you also think that I only have my face to show off?" Xie Yulin seemed to have missed the point. He said happily, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

Zhao Tulin: "..."

Whatever makes you happy.

This kid may be a bit simple-minded, but you can see right through him at a glance, and he's not a bad person at heart.

Chunsheng scooped out a dollop of ointment, melted it in his palm, and gently rubbed it on Xie Yulin's face, collarbone, and shoulder blades: "Young master, I think what Young Master Zhao said is right. You are delicate and tender, so you should be careful and avoid getting into fights."

Xie Yulin's clothes were open, revealing his fair and firm skin, which glowed with a faint pink hue in the candlelight. He sniffed the medicinal smell on his arm, frowned in disgust, but remained unrepentant: "He said some nasty things, so of course I have to stand up for him."

Chunsheng scoffed, "When others called you a beautiful good-for-nothing, why didn't you feel offended and fight them? Today, those people hadn't even said anything too offensive to Young Master Zhao, and you got so worked up that you kicked the screen over."

Xie Yulin lowered his head slightly shyly and rubbed the corner of his clothes: "They're right. I'm only good-looking, that's all I have to offer. My mother probably put all her best effort into my appearance when she gave birth to me."

"But what they said about my sister is definitely wrong. What do you mean by saying that marrying her would bring him wealth and success? What do you mean by saying that he prefers delicate women? That marrying her was a last resort? It's like they think he's good enough for someone else. Shameless! Even if he doesn't like my sister, there are plenty of other women who do."

Chunsheng casually asked, "Does that include you, my lord?"

Xie Yulin blushed at first, then shook his head frantically: "No, no, no, don't talk nonsense."

His thoughts were written all over his face, yet he still denied it. Chun Sheng pouted and straightened his clothes: "It's time to go eat."

Xie Yulin gets all excited when the topic of food comes up; he almost jumps and skips off to eat.

There's a soup on the dinner table—turtle and wolfberry soup.

It was specially made to nourish his body.

Xie Yulin was easy to feed. He found the soup sweet and delicious, and drank the whole bowl in one gulp, so someone refilled it for him.

Zhao Xiheng brought up Zhao Tulin's marriage again: "How many husbands does Zhizhi want to marry?"

Zhao Tulin shook his head, "I don't want any of them."

"When you were little, you said you wanted to marry ten or eight women, and they'd all be around you all the time," Wei Li teased her.

Xie Yulin strained his ears to listen, but suddenly found the soup utterly tasteless.

“Many female officials in Pingzhou have had three husbands and four concubines in recent years, so it’s not a big deal that you’re a little fickle,” Wei Li continued.

He couldn't let one man monopolize his daughter's heart.

Zhao Tulin thought about it carefully, nodded slightly, and felt that the suggestion was actually quite good.

She likes pretty girls, but there are so many pretty girls in the world, it's not unreasonable for her to have a few more, right? As long as those men just play the role of pretty faces and don't bother her.

"Clang." Xie Yulin picked up the spoon again, his lips trembling slightly: "No, I didn't hold it properly."

He had something on his mind that he couldn't bear to keep quiet about, so he looked at Zhao Tulin and asked, "Sister, are you going to marry several people?"

"I think marrying one is enough. Look at my dad and mom, and your dad and mom are just fine, don't you think?"