Su Jinyang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in his long, narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at the man with a forced smile, "What did you say?"

“I said I want to marry Miss Song and make her my wife. Don’t look down on me because I’m a rough guy, but if I marry Miss Song, I will treat her well and I will not let the people of the Marquis’s mansion bully her again.”

The man repeated himself, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly, a bright smile on his dark face, completely unaware of Su Jinyang's increasingly dangerous gaze.

"You've only met her once, and you're already thinking about marrying her? If I haven't forgotten, you just went on a date with the fourth young lady of the Chengen Marquis's mansion yesterday, didn't you?" Su Jinyang's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. This kid actually had his eye on his sister.

The man waved his hand dismissively and said, "Don't even mention it. There's no way I could be with that fourth young lady. I wouldn't even look at the way the Marquis of Chengen behaves."

Su Jinyang gave the man a critical look from head to toe. "You look down on the manners of the Marquis of Chengen's family, but you've taken a fancy to Miss Song?"

Hmm... He's darker than him, like a lump of charcoal, and his martial arts aren't as good. He can't protect Yu'er, no way!

In Su Jinyang's eyes, his sister deserves the best man in the world.

As for the young man in front of him, although he is his brother, he is not quite good enough to be his sister.

“Miss Song is different from those people in the Marquis’s mansion. I’m attracted to her as a person.” The man shook his head, lost in his own thoughts, unaware of Su Jinyang’s slightly disdainful gaze.

His good friend had already criticized him in his heart several times, finding fault with him from head to toe.

In the end, the only conclusion reached was that he was too dark-skinned and strong, and spoke too loudly, enough to shatter people's eardrums.

"You have a really good eye." Su Jinyang twitched the corners of his mouth, his ambiguous smile somewhat unsettling.

Seeing this, the man licked his dry lips, and a chill suddenly rose up his back.

Every time he saw Su Jinyang with this expression, he knew that someone was about to suffer.

"But...that's right." For some reason, he suddenly started to stammer, and inexplicably felt that the coldness was directed at him.

Su Jinyang raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Xuanzi, didn't I tell you before that I have a younger sister?"

"Yes, you also said that your sister looks like a fairy descended from heaven, and that her medical skills can bring the dead back to life. She was the one who pulled you out of a pile of corpses and saved your life..." As he spoke, Mingxuan's voice grew softer and softer. He seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened.

He swallowed hard, stiffly turned his head to look at Su Jinyang, and tentatively asked, "So, Miss Song is the younger sister you mentioned?"

The younger sister that Su Jinyang always boasted about was actually the same person as the Miss Song he met?

"I'm not that kind of beastly brother." Su Jinyang smiled, raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, his every move as smooth as flowing water, possessing both the elegance of a scholar and the agility of a military general.

Hearing this, Mingxuan understood everything. He smiled awkwardly, occasionally pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a bite of the pastries on the table, seemingly busy with something.

He actually dared to say he wanted to marry that guy's sister right in front of this living devil! He's really asking for trouble.

Everyone in the army knew that Su Jinyang had a very doting younger sister, whom he constantly boasted about, as if afraid that others wouldn't know. This made everyone extremely curious about Su Yanwang's sister.

Mingxuan never expected that he would be the first person to meet Su Jinyang's sister. He suddenly didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Meeting Su Jinyang's smiling eyes, Mingxuan shivered and made an excuse to slip away, "Something suddenly came up at home, and my dad asked me to go back and deal with it, so I'm leaving now."

As Su Jinyang watched the hurriedly departing figure, the smile on his face slowly faded. He put down his teacup, rubbed his wrist, and a dark glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Who should we choose today?

*

The Marquis of Chengen's Residence.

"Shu'er has been hiding in her room and refuses to come out. No matter how we try to persuade her, it's no use." Shen Mingyi shook his head wearily. He had been looking for Shen Jinshu all night, and his eyes were now bloodshot.

Shen Feng also looked worried. "After what happened, I don't know how to explain it to the Prince. Even if Shu'er is still innocent, public opinion will still be detrimental to her reputation."

"We have to find a way to resolve this. Shu'er dreams of marrying into the Prince Li's mansion, and her wish is about to come true. We can't let it fall apart at the last step."

Ye Rou shared the same thought. The Marquis's Mansion and Prince Li were now deeply intertwined, like grasshoppers on the same rope, and marriage was the most solid way to maintain their relationship.

Shen Feng placed all the blame on Song Zhiyu, saying, "It's all that rebellious daughter's fault. If she had just obediently admitted to the matter, things would have been much easier to resolve, instead of being so helpless now."

“Father, I suspect that Shu’er’s disappearance overnight is also related to Song Zhiyu.” After pondering for a long time, Shen Mingyi finally couldn’t help but speak up.

Although they plotted against Song Zhiyu first, she didn't fall for it and suffered no losses.

But she was vindictive and used all her tricks on Shu'er, ruining Shu'er's reputation. What a vicious heart she had.

"I knew it," Shen Feng retorted angrily, without a doubt about Shen Mingyi's words.

He actually knew a little about their plans to deal with Song Zhiyu, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

Now that Shen Jinshu has become the victim, he feels extremely sorry for her.

Ye Rou hated Song Zhiyu so much that her heart was bleeding, but she still had to keep her composure. "It's no use talking about this now. We need to think of a way as soon as possible and not let this matter continue to spread."

"Your Aunt Ye is right." Shen Feng nodded in agreement, emphasizing that minimizing the impact of the situation was the most important thing.

He's currently most afraid of the Prince's side...

"Then what should we do?" Shen Mingyi's usually quick-witted mind was stuck at this moment, and he looked like he had a deep grudge.

"I have a way."

As soon as Shen Mingyi finished speaking, a soft female voice slowly rang out, and with a creak, the previously closed door was pushed open from the inside.

Shen Jinshu finally stepped out of the room. Although her eyes were still red, the fact that she was willing to come out made the others extremely relieved.

"Shu'er, what's your idea?" Shen Feng wanted to resolve this matter as soon as possible, so as not to become a laughing stock when he went to court tomorrow.

Shen Jinshu walked up to the group, her watery eyes fixed on Shen Feng, and her red lips parted slightly, "If you want to suppress one scandal, you have to create an even bigger one."