After weighing the pros and cons, Madam You gritted her teeth and resolutely broke off the engagement between You Xian'er and her nephew.
Liu Baokun was dumbfounded when he learned the reason.
All my enthusiasm was in vain, and I lost inexplicably.
...
Jiang Mansion.
Dinner was fish-flavored eggplant, made by the cook, the recipe still taught to me by Jiang Shuyue.
Qiu Ju hadn't had fish-flavored eggplant in a long time. Perhaps because she saw You Xian'er get the short end of the stick, she was in a particularly good mood and ate an extra bowl of rice for dinner.
Seeing Qiuju eating with relish, Jiang Shuyue smiled and said, "Tomorrow, I'll have the cook stir-fry those green peppers with shredded pork and make a small pan-fried pork dish. Eat more, take good care of your health, and strive to have a big, healthy son with Gao Musheng next year."
"Miss, you're teasing me again. I'm not in a hurry to get pregnant. I'll only have a child when you get married."
"Silly girl, what does it matter to you two when I get married? You're already in your early twenties, the perfect time to have children," Jiang Shuyue said, giving Qiuju a playful glare.
After finishing the last bite of food in her bowl, Qiuju put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.
"Miss, have you forgotten what you said?"
Jiang Shuyue had already put down her chopsticks and taken a sip of tea.
"I've said so much already, it's perfectly normal not to remember it."
“Miss, think about it. Why are you willing to leave the young master in the Su family? Isn’t it because you think that Su Nan and Yao Zu can keep him company?”
"If Miss has another child, who will he play with?"
Jiang Shuyue glared at Qiu Ju with annoyance, "You're overthinking it. You don't need to wait for me. You should give birth when you're supposed to. Some things are up to fate."
“Miss, fate doesn’t necessarily depend on waiting. Look at Zhang Man from the manor, Er Niu managed to get him all by herself.”
Qiu Ju's tone made it sound as if Er Niu had already made Zhang Man a fait accompli.
Jiang Shuyue's curiosity was piqued. "Is that really true? How come I didn't know? Tell me about it."
Qiuju pulled Xue'er, who was peering out from the table, into her arms and vividly recounted how Erniu had pursued Zhang Man.
Jiang Shuyue laughed so hard she almost choked.
After a long while, she stopped laughing. "Erniu is a girl with discerning eyes, who dares to love and hate. She has not only learned to read, but also found her ideal husband and won the favor of her future mother-in-law. In this world, she is truly a rare and capable girl."
“Miss, you’re talking like you’ve seen it all. Er Niu is just taking advantage of her proximity. They say it’s hard for a man to pursue a woman, but easy for a woman to pursue a man. How many men in the world can resist a girl’s advances?”
After Qiuju finished speaking, she pointed to the next room and said, "If Miss just beckons him with her little finger, he'll be begging to marry into the family tomorrow."
Jiang Shuyue teased, "Listen to advice and you'll eat your fill. Your young lady is going all out. Let's give it a try tomorrow."
Qiuju, unaware that her young mistress was teasing her, said in a serious tone:
“Miss, this won’t do. You might not even be able to see Young Master Nangong tomorrow. He just went to the military camp and we don’t know when he’ll be able to come home.”
Jiang Shuyue was also concerned about whether Nangong Zeyue had adapted to military life.
At this moment, Lan'er brought her maid into the room to clean up the dishes.
Jiang Shuyue sent Lan'er to the outer courtyard to convey a message, inviting Cangyun to the warm pavilion.
A moment later, Cangyun strode in.
"What are your orders, Miss?"
"Tomorrow, go to the military camp and find out how Young Master Nangong is doing. I've been feeling uneasy these past few days since he left. With his unrestrained nature, I really can't imagine how he's been spending these past few days."
"Miss, you may not know this, but not just anyone can enter the military camp. However, I will try my luck outside the camp to see if I can run into someone I know."
Cangyun and Gao Mu both knew that Xiao Jingzhao had brought all the soldiers from the capital to the western suburbs camp.
Although the two of them had served in the Dark Guard Camp, they occasionally had contact with soldiers in the camp while carrying out missions.
...
The next morning.
The western suburban camp was shrouded in morning mist.
The soldiers' shouts during drills were deafening.
A figure darted swiftly into the outhouse near the training ground.
This person was none other than Nangong Zeyue, who had slipped away from the training field.
After relieving himself on the toilet, he pulled up his pants and was about to leave when he heard the sound of two people's footsteps approaching from afar.
The two then went into the next room, and soon a rustling sound could be heard.
At this point, almost no soldiers were sneaking out to the outhouse, so he guessed it must have been a certain general.
Nangong Zeyue gently opened the wooden door and tiptoed outside.
Just as one foot stepped out, one of the two people who had just entered asked a question.
"Brother Huo Chuan, have you figured out how to win the battle in yesterday's sand table simulation?"
The other person replied, "To be honest, Commander Chu's formation was too ingenious. I really couldn't see any flaws. Let me think about it again when I get back."
Nangong Zeyue rubbed her sore arms and continued walking outside.
Training today, competition tomorrow. After observing for the past few days, he discovered that among his hundred soldiers, two were more skilled in martial arts than himself.
Those two were incredibly strong; if it weren't for my superior agility, I probably would have been beaten down long ago.
At this moment, he felt particularly emotional, realizing that his martial uncle had taught him well back then, so that even if he couldn't win, he could at least run away.
The master always wanted to mold him from a piece of rotten wood into a pillar of society, but things didn't go as planned, and he only learned half of it.
However, he mastered 99% of the lightness skill taught to him by his martial uncle.
Not for any other reason than so that he could run fast when his master got so angry that he was about to beat him.
Thinking about this, Nangong Zeyue still felt guilty. His master taught him with all his heart, and his uncle, who was very protective of his son, taught him to run. His uncle was often scolded by his master.
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