Chapter 95: Stop Being a Lover and Be a Concubine (Twenty-Two)

After dinner, Old Mrs. Yu waved goodbye and sent the two away.

Jiang Ye glanced at the emerald green ring the other person was fiddling with, and said in surprise, "This ring is a bit old-fashioned. If you like rings, there are many in the Princess Mansion's storeroom. How about I help you pick out a few that suit your taste?"

Yu Huo glanced at him and spread out his palm: "Do you know what this is?"

Jiang Ye's expression faltered slightly, his eyes sliding across the ring as he slowly guessed, "The workmanship is quite fine, but it can't compare to the jade pendant your grandmother gave you. Does it have any special meaning?"

Yu Huo chuckled, tightening his five fingers to include the ring in his palm: "This is much more useful than the jade pendant. The jade pendant is..."

Yu Huo paused for a moment, his eyes widening as he spoke: "This old lady is really something. She gave the spoils of war as a wedding gift?"

Jiang Ye's eyes drifted over his palm, without further questioning, and he softly consoled her, "After all, it's the old lady's good intention. Besides, I can see that your grandmother doesn't believe in fate. She only believes in herself, so she doesn't have these taboos."

Indeed, Old Lady Yu had a very strong personality. She had never participated in the usual old ladies’ activities of burning incense and worshipping Buddha. She had very positive ideas.

Yu Huo looked at the sun that was gradually blocked by the rockery, feeling a little worried about Yu Miao, so he said, "You're tired too, go and have a rest first."

Seeing that he had no intention of joining, Jiang Ye looked up at him: "What about you?"

Yu Huo blinked his eyes and said, "I'll go get Yu Sanshui. After all, she's a girl. It's almost dark now, and it's not safe for her to hang around in Nanfeng Pavilion."

Yu Miao is in Nanfeng Pavilion at this time. Is Yu Huo going there too?

Jiang Ye thought of this and grabbed the other person's sleeve: "You are not going to leave and never come back, are you?"

"Won't."

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Ye pursed his lips and said, "I've never been to Nanfeng Pavilion either. Can you take me there?"

Yu Huo looked at those watery eyes, which were full of distrust. He turned his eyes away and coughed lightly: "...Then let's go together."

The two of them left Yu Mansion quietly and came to Nanfeng Pavilion.

As soon as he got off the carriage, the brothel owner saw him from a distance and rushed over: "Oh, Master Yu is here?"

Yu Huo winked and laughed dryly: "I'm here to look for my sister."

The brothel owner didn't see it, his eyes glued to the jade pendant hanging around his waist, estimating its value. "Your sister has invited Master Yin Xian to drink, so why don't you stay and listen to some music? Master Lan Chang is free, would you like to join him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo felt a pair of eyes fixed on him from behind. His hair stood on end and he waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no! Go in and call my sister out. I'll take her home."

"No, you haven't been here these few days. Master Lan Chang looks much more haggard..."

Before the brothel owner could finish his words, a voice interrupted him.

"Yes, my husband, Master Lan Chang has looked haggard after not seeing you for just a few days. Why not meet him today? Perhaps seeing you will improve his complexion."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the maid pushed Jiang Ye forward. The brothel owner froze in place as if he had been cast under a spell, not daring to speak.

Everyone knows that the eldest son of the Yu family married the eighth princess of the current dynasty. This person calls Master Yu "husband" all the time, so one can imagine his identity.

He immediately looked at Yu Huo for help, but the other person's eyes were staring at him, as if looking at his neck?

The brothel owner took an uneasy step back and touched his neck: "Master Yu, why are you staring at me?"

Yu Huo smiled: "You have a really amazing neck."

"sharp?"

"With a pig's brain on top, how can it not be awesome?"

After saying that, he sneered, turned around and walked behind Jiang Ye, and resignedly pushed him into Nanfeng Pavilion.

The brothel owner: "......"

Without the noisy voice of the brothel owner, Yu Huo successfully arrived at Yu Miao's room. There was no noise inside, no string or wind music, but there was the faint sound of reading.

Jiang Ye tilted his head, with doubt in his eyes. Perhaps because he was too curious, he pushed the door open first.

Yu Miao was seen dozing off with her head resting on Master Yin Xian's legs. The man was holding a book in his hand and telling her a story like coaxing a child.

Jiang Ye was a little embarrassed and looked at the boy beside him: "...your sister really knows how to enjoy herself."

Yu Huo felt a little embarrassed and didn't say anything to refute.

At this time, Master Yin Xian heard the noise, reached out and pushed Yu Miao's shoulder, and whispered, "Second Miss Yu, your brother is here."

Yu Miao squinted her eyes and looked over. When she saw Jiang Ye sitting in a wheelchair, she immediately woke up. She stood up suddenly and cried out in surprise: "Brother, why did you bring your sister-in-law here too?"

Although Yu Huo would be frightened if he did something wrong, once the truth was revealed, he would not be anxious anymore and would be as calm as a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

He found a place to lean back, picked up the wine jug on the table and poured it directly into his mouth, taking a big gulp. He then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and chuckled, "Fine Huadiao, is this how you spend your money?"

Yu Miao subconsciously pushed the box of gold behind him and hid it. "I'm asking you a question, why don't you say something nonsense?"

"I have something but not? You're the one who's disrespectful!" Yu Huo slammed the wine pot on the table and taunted, "Besides, this isn't some remote and barren place. If you can come, why can't your sister-in-law come?"

Yu Miao: “…”

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, and whispered to the brothel owner: "By the way, why don't you see Master Lan Chang?"

A drop of cold sweat ran down the forehead of the brothel owner standing outside the door. Seeing Yu Huo letting it go, he could not help but stamp his feet in anxiety.

The next second, Jiang Ye's cold gaze fell on him.

The brothel owner, thinking that he would rather die than let his friend die, raised his hand and told the servants to call Master Lan Chang.

Not long after, Master Lan Chang, dressed in a green robe, pushed the door open and walked in, holding a zither in his hand.

"Are you Master Lan Chang?" Jiang Ye asked.

I guess the brothel owner had informed him in advance, and the man knelt down obediently with a pale face.

"Yes. Lan Chang has met Her Royal Highness the Eighth Princess and Master Yu."

Jiang Ye's gaze swept across his handsome face, his eyes darkening a shade before he nodded: "You don't look well. Could this be the legendary lovesickness?"

What a yin-yang person. Smelling the vinegar in the air, Yu Miao grabbed Master Yin Xian's arm and found a quiet corner to pretend to be a quail.

Then he saw his stubborn brother nodded to the newcomer without any pretense, and frankly ordered: "This room is too quiet, can you sing a song? I'll sing the Jiangnan Spring that I often listen to, and ask Your Highness to appreciate it.

Don't worry, I'm just bringing the princess for a visit, just serve her as usual."

After saying that, he picked up the snacks on the table and sat down by the window.

For the first time, Yu Miao felt a genuine admiration for his brother: "The Yu family finally has a man who can take on the mantle of authority! Smoke is rising from our ancestors' graves!"