Chapter 103 Finding Fault
On the surface, the days leading up to her marriage seemed glamorous, but inside she was living a very stifling life.
Fu Qinghuai did come to Xie Xun's courtyard every day, but always in the middle of the night. He would always climb in through the window, feeling a chill, hug Xie Xun, and fall asleep immediately, then leave in a hurry before dawn.
To outsiders, this young master Xie was simply living alone in an empty house.
Even the old women who delivered meals were discussing it privately: "The commander-in-chief never comes to see him during the day; he's probably worn off the novelty."
The rumors grew increasingly offensive, and when they reached Lin Huairou's ears, the little girl stomped her feet in anger, shouting, "They're talking nonsense! The Commander-in-Chief comes every single day!"
She paused at this point, because she didn't know why the commander-in-chief wasn't coming, and could only worry anxiously.
"Appeasement,"
Xie Xun interrupted her calmly, saying bluntly, "I don't argue with idiots. Didn't I tell you that before?"
These days he has been trying to awaken Lin Huairou's memory with all sorts of modern words, such as idiot, cell phone, live broadcast, and even brought up Longhu Mountain.
As a result, the girl either thought he had a fever or was talking nonsense.
Unfortunately, he had only met Lin Huairou once and didn't know anything about the girl. He also didn't know what to say to awaken her memory, so he could only take things one step at a time.
As for those rumors, he couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.
It's just a virtual world, nothing to worry about.
But these rumors can't just disappear if you ignore them. In the following days, these rumors brought Xie Xun real trouble.
The kitchen was the first to become negligent, and the meals that were carefully prepared gradually became perfunctory.
That morning, the tray Lin Huairou brought contained only a bowl of thin porridge and a plate of pickled vegetables, which smelled somewhat sour.
"Young Master..."
Her voice was filled with grievance, "The kitchen said they were out of rice today, only leftover porridge and pickled vegetables, and told us to make do with what we have."
Xie Xun took one look and saw that the porridge was so thin you could see your reflection in it, and the pickled vegetables were dark and murky; it was clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult.
In the past, at least there would be a small pot of salted bone porridge with side dishes, which he could share with Lin Huairou.
Now look what's happened, who's going to eat a bowl of spoiled porridge?
Just as Xie Xun was about to speak, the sound of high heels came from outside the door.
A moment later, a woman wearing a bright pink cheongsam and bright red lipstick swayed in, followed by two old women.
They're obviously here to cause trouble.
As soon as Lin Huairou saw her appear gracefully, she immediately stood in front of Xie Xun to protect him and explained in a low voice, "Young Master, this is Second Master Fu's most favored concubine, named Han Cui."
Xie Xun hadn't paid any attention at first, just glanced at her casually, but suddenly felt that the woman looked somewhat familiar.
Upon closer inspection, his heart skipped a beat.
The more I look at those emerald-green eyebrows, eyes, and nose, the more they resemble him?
It's like looking in a funhouse mirror; the appearance is similar, but the overall vibe is completely different.
Xie Xun immediately felt more disgusted than if he had swallowed a fly.
That bastard Fu Qingyan not only goes to great lengths to disgust people, but he even went so far as to target his face.
What kind of twisted fetish is this?
When Han Cui saw Xie Xun staring at her, she thought he was stunned, so she covered her mouth with a handkerchief with a smug look.
"Oh my, is this the young master Xie who's going to marry the warlord? He's quite handsome..."
Han Cui was halfway through her sentence when she met Xie Xun's clear, fox-like eyes and felt inexplicably guilty. "...He's quite decent-looking. No wonder he's so infatuated with our Second Master."
Xie Xun suppressed his nausea, lowered his eyes, and coughed twice.
"You flatter me, Madam. How could I compare to you..."
He glanced at the face that resembled his own, "...How is it, unique."
Han Cui felt uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he were looking at a fake.
"Hehe, that's true. However, the Governor's Mansion has a high threshold; not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter."
She forced herself to continue her sarcastic remarks: "Look at you, so sickly, yet you claim to the world that you married the Marshal to bring him good luck. Tsk, isn't that just bringing bad luck into the house?"
As Han Cui spoke, she waved her handkerchief to both sides, as if she had smelled some pungent and unpleasant odor.
Lin Huairou was so angry that her face puffed up, and she rolled up her sleeves as if she was about to rush up and confront Han Cui, but Xie Xun quickly held her down.
He really didn't want to waste any more words with this clone of himself, so he started acting right away, coughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"Huairou...Quick, quick, go get a doctor...Tell the commander-in-chief I...I'm dying..."
When Han Cui saw that he was about to die again, fearing that she would get into trouble, she quickly led her people away and ran faster than a rabbit.
As soon as the person left, Xie Xun immediately stopped coughing, his face turning ashen.
Lin Huairou looked at him worriedly, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Xie Xun shook his head, cursing inwardly.
Fu Qingyan, you perverted bastard, just you wait!
...
Xie Xun was not one to swallow his anger.
He figured that simply pretending to be sick to scare Han Cui away wasn't enough; he needed to make her suffer a real loss so she wouldn't dare to provoke him again, and also let the people in the Marshal's Mansion see things clearly.
He's not the kind of furry guy who'll just hide in the sidelines if you mess with him.
The opportunity came soon.
That day, Fu Qinghuai, unusually, came over during the day, saying he wanted to take him to try on wedding attire. Xie Xun simply sat down on the couch, crossing his legs.
"I'm not going to try."
"?"
Fu Qinghuai was taken aback, then immediately snuggled closer, "Xunxun~ the wedding dress was specially ordered for you, I've been preparing for it for a long time..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xun laughed, reached out and hooked his chin, forcing him to look directly at him, "I'm asking you, am I not even able to get a hot meal in your mansion?"
Fu Qinghuai's eyes widened in surprise, his face full of confusion. "How could that be?"
How could that be?
Xie Xun sneered and shouted outside, "Huairou, bring our food to the commander-in-chief!"
Lin Huairou immediately obeyed, bringing in the bowl of porridge and placing it on the table.
The porridge was so thin you could count the grains of rice, and it had a sour smell. It was served with a small dish of blackened pickled vegetables, so it hardly counted as a proper hot meal.
Upon seeing this, Fu Qinghuai's expression immediately changed.
"Did you see it clearly?"
Xie Xun released his grip and leaned back in his chair. "Your men feed me this every day, and your dear brother's concubine comes to my door every day, pointing her finger at me and yelling at me. Fu Qinghuai,"
He narrowed his fox-like eyes and said directly, "If this marriage doesn't happen, so be it. I'll find another opportunity to break the deadlock. But if I'm not having a good time, nobody else will either!"
"no!"
Fu Qinghuai immediately pounced on him, hugging his waist and burying her face in his neck, "Xunxun, don't go! It's all my fault, I'll go and deal with them right now!"
As he said this, he looked up, his eyes reddening, and hugged Xie Xun tightly. "But the wedding can't be canceled. I've been looking forward to it for so long..."
"In that case, let's see how you perform."
Xie Xun remained unmoved. "I'm going to the kitchen right now to see if your Marshal's Mansion is really that poor, feeding me stale white porridge and pickled vegetables every day, unable to cook a decent meal."
"Go! Go now!"
Fu Qinghuai immediately stood up, still holding his hand tightly, "I'll go with you. Whoever made you suffer, I'll make them regret it!"
Fu Qinghuai's fierce yet cowardly demeanor stunned Lin Huairou.
Seeing this, Xie Xun got up with satisfaction and let Fu Qinghuai lead him to the kitchen in a grand procession.
This is going to be interesting.
The kitchen in the governor's mansion was bustling with activity at the moment, with the plump cook standing on tiptoe, directing her assistants.
"You, keep an eye on those few bowls of bird's nest soup. We need to send them to each courtyard later. As for Tingxuexuan..."
She pouted, "Any leftovers will do."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang was heard as the kitchen door was kicked open.
Fu Qinghuai stood at the door with a gloomy face, still holding Xie Xun's hand tightly.
"Great-General!" Everyone in the kitchen was terrified, and the plump cook almost fell off her chair.
Fu Qinghuai didn't even glance at them. He walked straight to the stove, pointed to the bowls of perfectly stewed bird's nest, and turned to Xie Xun softly, asking, "Xunxun, would you like to eat this?"
Xie Xun glanced at the pale-faced, plump cook and said slowly, "How could I be worthy of eating this? I heard it's meant to be sent to the concubines in each courtyard."
Fu Qinghuai's face instantly froze.
"Everyone,"
His voice was as cold as ice, "Deduct six months' salary!"
"The person in charge, get out and wash the vegetables! He's never to be hired again!"
"From today onwards, Young Master Xie's meals will be prepared according to my specifications, with nothing missing..."
He coldly surveyed the crowd, "Military law enforcement action!"
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