"How about it? Would you like to give it a try, sir?" Madam Yang swayed her hips and took two steps forward to stand beside Jiang Zhengming's desk.
In the past, she would have boldly sat in his lap and acted coquettishly.
Now everyone in the manor listens to Madam Zheng, and she is afraid that if the servants see this scene, they will gossip to Madam Zheng.
Tomorrow, Zheng will surely be subtly criticizing her as a vixen.
"Is this really going to work?" After his initial excitement, Jiang Zhengming felt it was all too real, like a dream.
Taking the opportunity, Madam Yang said, "Why not? Jiao'er is beautiful, and we're not aiming for the second-highest score. Master is a sixth-rank official, so the Su family is actually marrying above their station."
"Alright, go to the Su family's old residence first and sound them out. Don't go to the Jiang residence to spread the word yet, or that wretched girl will cause trouble if she finds out."
Madam Yang was overjoyed and quickly bowed in gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your trust, sir. I will personally go to the Su family's old residence tomorrow."
"Master, it's getting late, let's get settled in." Madam Yang grabbed Jiang Zhengming's arm, her high, firm breasts rubbing against his arm.
Her alluring demeanor, though past her prime, possessed a unique charm that stirred Jiang Zhengming's heart.
Over the years, Madam Yang has lived a life of luxury, taking excellent care of herself. Jiang Zhengming dotes on her, and she looks no more than thirty years old, several years younger than Madam Zheng.
Jiang Zhengming swallowed hard and said, "Go prepare a bath. I'll stay in your room tonight, and we'll discuss the next steps in more detail later."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will follow your arrangements." Madam Yang blushed with excitement.
She knew Jiang Zhengming's personality inside and out. On the surface, he maintained the aloofness of a scholar, but as soon as she showed any flirtatiousness, he would crumble completely.
After Yang left, Jiang Zhengming sat there in a daze for a while before walking towards the side courtyard.
In the side courtyard, the lights were dim, and pink gauze curtains hung lightly. The decorations inside the room revealed that it was the room where the concubine lived.
The gently swaying gauze curtains created a warm and enchanting atmosphere in the room, as if they could touch one's heartstrings.
"Master is here, come in quickly, the water temperature is just right."
Upon hearing the creaking of the wooden door, Yang's voice, strained and high-pitched, came from inside the house.
As soon as I opened the door, a sweet and cloying aroma wafted towards me.
From the side gate next door, a maidservant peeked out after hearing the noise and saw that the courtyard was quiet.
She turned back and muttered to another maid in the room, "That vixen really isn't afraid of the cold. Today she was busy in the kitchen wearing only a thin layer of clothing, and she managed to lure the master into the room."
Another maid chuckled, "There's a stove in the kitchen and the master is in bed, so she won't get cold."
"Alas! The mistress has been so focused on the young master's studies that this vixen has regained favor."
As the two were talking, they heard the sound of splashing water coming from the next room.
Yang's gentle voice rang out, "Master, come on in. It hasn't snowed yet, and it's warm inside."
"This bathtub is too... um..."
A moment later, the sound of water overflowing onto the floor came from next door.
Immediately following was Yang's delicate, cooing voice.
The young maid was so ashamed she wished she could disappear into the ground.
The older man curled his lip indifferently and said in a low voice, "What are you embarrassed about? It's because the master can't afford a big house. We didn't go to this corner to eavesdrop on purpose."
The young maid blushed and said, "She, she's being far too dissolute."
"She's a favored concubine, her job is to please the master. If you had her skills, you wouldn't have to spend all your time in the kitchen."
The younger servant blushed even more at the mention of the older servant.
After a while, the moaning from next door gradually subsided, just when the two thought they had finished.
Then Yang said breathlessly, "Master is really amazing, your virility is no less than before. I like you more and more. Tonight I will accompany you to your heart's content."
I heard someone coming out of the bathtub next door.
A moment later, Yang's bold and explicit provocative words and lewd laughter rang out from next door.
Even the elderly maid couldn't stand it anymore. She gritted her teeth and said, "No, this prostitute is too ruthless. We have to think of a way. If the master comes over every few days, will we be able to sleep at night?"
"Forget it, if Master is willing to take a fancy to that vixen, are we servants going to run over and drag him off her bed?"
The young maidservant whispered timidly.
“We can’t control her, but Madam can. I’ll go and give Madam a message so she can set some rules for that vixen.” The maid said, heading to open the door.
The young maidservant hurriedly said, "No, we're the only two living in the side courtyard. If the madam comes over and makes things difficult, the master will definitely be unhappy. We're not like young girls; if our master sells us off, it won't be easy for us to find another employer."
She clearly remembered that since they moved to this courtyard, the old man hadn't come over very often.
On previous occasions, Yang had kept a low profile, and the commotion inside the house was not as loud as it was tonight.
There is only one reason—arrogance stemming from being spoiled.
Seeing her companion hesitate, she added, "There's no need to rush. We can find another opportunity to whisper a few words to Madam. As for how Madam sets rules for her, that's Madam's business."
The maid withdrew her hand, turned around, and sat back on the edge of the bed, sighing, "Alas! So what if the master dotes on that vixen? The mistress was once a concubine too. So what if she wears gold and silver? In the end, she still doesn't have the demeanor of a mistress of the house."
The two maids simply turned off the lamp, went to bed, and covered their heads with the blankets to sleep.
They had no idea how long the commotion next door had lasted.
The next day, Yang looked radiant. She changed into a proper dress, said goodbye to Zheng, and then left.
Now there's only one carriage left in the mansion. Jiang Zhengming took the carriage away, so Madam Yang has to go out on foot.
Fortunately, the Su family also lived in the north of the city, so she knew roughly where they were from before.
After asking around, they quickly found the alley where the Su family lived.
Following the direction pointed out by passersby, an old house could be seen at the end of the alley in the distance.
As you get closer, you'll see that the bluestone slabs on both sides of the gate are covered with withered leaves.
The two characters "Su Residence" on the plaque are vigorous and powerful, and the mottled gatehouse silently tells the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Tsk tsk tsk! No wonder the second-place scholar went to the Jiang family. How could such a poor family be so embarrassed to show themselves in front of others?
Yang hesitated in front of the door.
Judging from this situation, the Su family has fallen into dire straits; they can't even bear to repaint the gate tower when the paint has chipped off.
There were no servants guarding the gatehouse; her beloved daughter would suffer if she married into the Su family.
No, that brat runs a clinic and a restaurant, her business is booming. As long as she lets a little money slip through her fingers, her precious child will be well-fed and clothed.
Yang gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and knocked on the door knocker. "Is anyone home?"
After a moment, footsteps were heard coming from inside the door.
A woman's voice asked, "Who's outside?"
"The Jiang family's son-in-law." Madam Yang originally wanted to say the Minister's Mansion, but then she remembered that the eldest son of the Su family might also know that the Minister's Mansion was gone.
The door latch clicked, and the side door creaked open from the inside.
“It’s you…” The people inside the room and Madam Yang exclaimed almost simultaneously.
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