After a long while, Huang Xiaopang finally spoke up, "Go ahead and learn, I'll lay out the paper and grind it for you."
"You're not going to learn?"
“I’m not as smart as you,” Huang Xiaopang grinned, revealing his white teeth, “I just want to watch you learn.”
“You’re smart too,” Huang Xiaosi patted Huang Xiaopang’s arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you once I learn it.”
hehe……
Huang Xiaopang turned his head and pretended to be looking at the scenery with a serious expression.
The lobby of Juquanlou was bustling with activity as everyone discussed the matter.
"It's a pity that my son is only two years old and can't speak properly yet, otherwise I would have let him try it out."
"Come on, what's a child prodigy? That's someone who's more capable than us adults. Is your son really that capable?"
"Whether you're capable or not, it's worth a try. If you come out on top, you can go straight to study in the prefectural city. That would be so prestigious, and you wouldn't have to worry about expenses."
"Keep dreaming. How could such a good thing fall into the hands of ordinary people like us? The Han family knows what they're doing and they certainly won't do something that doesn't benefit them. This spot will definitely be reserved for their own descendants."
"You don't know this, the Han family doesn't have any descendants. They only have one son, who is almost thirty and still not married. Many people guess that the young master of the Han family has a health problem. I didn't believe it before, but now I think it's not unfounded."
"So that's how it is..."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi upstairs spat out his tea, feeling both ashamed and furious. He paced back and forth anxiously, exclaiming, "Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
Looking at his master's ashen face, Han Yun cautiously advised, "Young Master, why don't you hurry up and marry the young mistress?"
He's rich and powerful, lacking nothing, yet he's almost thirty and still unmarried. No wonder outsiders speculate like that.
If the doctor hadn't been there taking his pulse, he too would have suspected that his young master's health was truly compromised.
When the old topic was brought up again, Han Yi pursed his lips and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I don't plan to get married for the time being."
"Young Master," Han Yun said wearily, "you said this ten years ago, and you still..."
I wonder if I'll ever be able to hold my grandson again in my lifetime.
"So what now?" Han Yi sneered. "If you're feeling romantic, I'll play matchmaker for you."
"No, please don't," Han Yun pleaded. "Young Master, I was wrong. Please forgive me."
He's still young and doesn't want to get married and have children so early.
More importantly, none of the people in the mansion were to his liking.
To prevent the maids in the household from being persecuted by Han Qi, Han Yi chose maids who were only passable in appearance, and Han Yun did not like them.
"Watch your mouth," Han Yi sneered. "Don't let me hear those words again."
The old man often talked about this when he was alive. After a few years of peace and quiet, Han Yun started nagging again.
So what if she's not married? Who does that bother?
It's outrageous that they're saying he has health problems!
"Young Master," Han Yun asked tentatively, "what are you thinking? Why aren't you in a hurry to get married? Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to a man?"
Realizing what she had said, Han Yun immediately covered her mouth in horror.
Seeing Han Yi's face growing darker and darker, she desperately tried to explain, "Well, I was just talking nonsense, young master, don't take it seriously. Oh, the list hasn't been finalized yet, I'll go and urge them, young master, don't worry."
After saying that, she didn't dare to look at Han Yi's reaction and ran forward with her head down.
"Insolence!" He spat out the two words through gritted teeth, slamming his hand on the table, making the teacup roll several times.
"Haha, this is hilarious, extremely hilarious!"
“My lord,” Qi Yong said, secretly wiping away her tears as she heard the laughter, “I haven’t heard you laugh so heartily in a long time.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve met such an interesting person,” Ji Xuan changed her mind. “Qi Yong, go and invite this young master over for a drink.”
Hearing these comments, he felt a sense of shared misfortune.
Although they appear glamorous on the surface, everyone has unspeakable hidden ailments.
When Qi Yong arrived, Han Yi was drinking, and he felt very aggrieved.
It's one thing if others misunderstand, but even my own personal attendant misunderstands; it's truly impossible to explain.
However, he didn't want to force himself.
“Young master,” Qi Yong smiled, “my master would like to invite you to have a drink together, would that be alright?”
Although Qi Yong tried his best to keep a low profile, Han Yi still sensed the aura of a superior, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
He rose slowly and straightened his clothes, then gave a polite bow, saying, "It is my pleasure."
Normally, after discovering these things, Han Yi would have no choice but to scheme and plot, but now he really wasn't in the mood and just wanted to drink to relieve his boredom.
Since he had someone to drink with, he didn't care about the consequences as long as they didn't have bad intentions.
As for anything else, he didn't believe anyone in the Juquan Building could do anything to him.
When Han Yi arrived at the private room next door, Ji Xuan did not get up. She casually raised her hand and gestured for him to sit down, her movements exuding an air of superiority.
Han Yi was no stranger to this feeling; most officials in the imperial court were like this.
Han Yi nodded casually and sat down in the guest seat. "Thank you for the invitation. I'll drink first as a sign of my respect."
"Brother, you have quite the spirit," Ji Xuan said admiringly to Han Yi. "I'll return the toast with a cup of wine."
"You're too kind," Han Yi raised his hand. "It's fate that we've met, so I should drink with you."
Next, Han Yi made various excuses to drink, and Ji Xuan was forced to drink with him.
Ji Xuan's alcohol tolerance was decent, but only decent. As the most powerful person in the Great Zhou, drinking was a matter of interest for him, and not many people dared to force him to drink. He was nowhere near as good as Han Yi, who was used to socializing all year round.
Not long after, I felt my head getting heavy, so I immediately stopped.
"Drinking alcohol is bad for your health, Brother Han, you should drink less."
"It's alright, I'm used to it," Han Yi said, taking another swig. "I'm using wine to relieve my worries. Brother Wang, please feel free to do as you please, there's no need to worry."
"Brother Han, are you troubled by those discussions?"
"I don't care about what people say," Han Yi put down his wine cup. "It's just a pity that no one understands my thoughts."
After saying that, he continued drinking.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xuan almost blurted out, "I understand."
However, considering his own identity, he could only keep all his words to himself.
Clearing his throat, Ji Xuan comforted him, "Brother Han, don't be discouraged. There are millions of people in the world, and we can't generalize. Surely someone can empathize with you."
For example, him!
They also bear unspeakable pressure, yet they cannot express it in words.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pour myself a glass of wine and drink it down.
“Brother Wang is right,” Han Yi said, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. “I believe such a person must exist.”
Despite saying this, Han Yi did not stop drinking and continued to pour himself one glass after another.
After a long while, the wine jar was empty, but he showed no signs of drunkenness. He put down his cup and said helplessly, "This wine is no good!"
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