The next day, when Jiang Nuan met with Han's father, she was shocked.
Today, Han Qi was dressed head-to-toe in bright pink, a very daring outfit.
"Brother Han," Jiang Nuan asked softly, "what are your clothes like today..."
"How about it?" Han Qi showed off by waving his fan. "Isn't he exceptionally dashing?"
“Yes,” Jiang Nuan forced a smile, “It’s simply extraordinary.”
To be honest, although the color is flashy, it suits the pampered Han Qi exceptionally well; it's just that the visual impact is a bit too strong.
"You truly are my confidant," Han Qi laughed heartily. "Your insight is truly remarkable; it's a pity that there are so few like you."
He especially likes pink, but both his parents and son think it's shameful for a grown man to wear pink.
What's even worse is that the girls in the brothel all look down on him.
Why should I?
What's wrong with pink? Why can't men wear it?
Who made that rule?
Normally, he would hide these clothes and wear them secretly in his dormitory. But today, for some reason, he suddenly had an urge to wear them openly.
Before coming out, I was a little uneasy, afraid that I would be looked down upon again.
Fortunately, Jiang Meizi is not that kind of person.
Indeed, one's true confidant is different from others.
Although she was used to Han Qi's occasional compliments, Jiang Nuan still felt a little awkward being showered with them so early in the morning. "It's getting late, let's go."
"Wait, it'll be ready soon," Han Qi remembered something, "I'll bring a few more clothes."
He made up his mind: he would take all the clothes hidden in the closet and wear them all.
No sooner had Han's father left than the servants in the mansion sent a message to the capital to report on his performance.
The people in the carriage were unaware of all this.
Han Qi is a person who knows how to enjoy life. The reason he was so simple when he visited the Huang family last time was because he didn't want to scare people and left his formal attire at the old house in the county town.
Knowing that his son was oblivious to the hardships of life, Grandpa Han instilled in his father from a young age the idea that one should not flaunt wealth in front of strangers.
He used to take it lightly, but in order to teach his son a lesson, Grandpa Han had someone pretend to be a robber and lock him in the cellar for a day and a night. After that, he would have ten servants accompany him every time he went out.
Of course, he also became much more restrained in front of outsiders.
This time when we returned, the scene was much larger than before. The servants led the way on horseback, and there were five carriages in the middle, three carrying people and two carrying various miscellaneous items.
It's very sophisticated, but very slow.
When the group arrived at Huangjiakou, it was already completely dark, and the banquet had long since ended.
“We were still a step too late,” Jiang Nuan sighed. “Never mind, let’s go home first.”
As she spoke, Jiang Nuan looked at the people behind her, "Brother Han, what are your plans for these young men?"
"Don't worry about them. They'll go live in the county town. The Han family's old house is there."
"That's good, as long as there's a place to stay."
"Mother, why are you back so soon?" Old Huang asked happily. "How is my uncle-in-law?"
"I'm recuperating in the prefectural city and won't be back for a while."
"Are you injured?" Boss Huang asked anxiously. "Are you alright?"
"No."
"That's good," he said, his expression turning complicated. "Mother, since my uncle-in-law is alright, why is his wife asking me to... to announce his death?"
This is creepy!
Fortunately, my mother went to the prefectural city. Otherwise, it would have been terrible if my uncle from the Qin family had returned and found that the family had already finished the funeral.
“This is a family matter for the Jin family,” Jiang Nuan sighed. “We can’t get involved.”
Jiang Nuan was also puzzled by her son and mother-in-law's thoughts. Was their master really that important?
Instead of helping her husband when he was in trouble, she did her best to cover it up. She was a good servant, but not a good wife.
What kind of brain circuit is this?
The control that large families exert over their servants far exceeded Jiang Nuan's imagination.
Hongying sent her son to announce the death, but he never returned, and she immediately realized something was wrong.
He immediately went to Mrs. Jin to explain the situation.
"What did you say?" Mrs. Jin asked in surprise, "Jin Yong has disappeared?"
"Yes, when I got home this afternoon, I found that the child was not there, and the funeral hall, coffin, and other things were not prepared."
She should have noticed this earlier, but unfortunately, her daughter was unwell and needed to be left alone. She finally managed to find some time to go home, only to find that her son was not there.
Nothing had changed at home; it was exactly the same when she left, and it hadn't been lived in for at least two days.
When did this happen?
"Two, two days ago."
"You only noticed after two days?" Mrs. Jin was furious. "Did a donkey kick your head?"
"Madam, Miss is not feeling well, this servant..."
"Alright," Mrs. Jin said, not wanting to hear her explanation, "stop making excuses."
"Or, Madam, should we bring him back?"
“There’s no need,” Madam Jin sneered. “Young people are so naive. Does he think the prefectural city is some rural backwater? That he can just walk in anywhere?”
The Jin family is considered a wealthy family, yet she, the matriarch, has never been to the prefectural city.
What can a servant who has just received his indenture accomplish?
“I know about this,” Madam Jin said, not wanting to deal with Hongying, and simply sent her away. “You may leave now. I have my own arrangements.”
"yes!"
“Madam,” Bihe began, “one Jin Yong is not a threat, but what about the Huang family…”
"Do you think I'm afraid of a few peasants? So what if they're related to the Han family? I don't believe the Han family can protect them forever. I'll find a few people and teach them a lesson."
"This servant will be at ease now..."
Before Bihe could finish speaking, she heard footsteps outside the door.
Upon guessing who it was, they immediately shut their mouths.
Is Madam in?
"You still have the heart to come back?" Madam Jin looked at her husband resentfully. "I thought you had long forgotten about this family."
“How could that be?” Master Jin’s voice suddenly weakened. “I would never forget my wife, no matter who I forget.”
These words softened Madam Jin's expression considerably.
Although my husband is not very capable, he is good with words and willing to save face for me. For that alone, I should be content.
Women in grand mansions, which one didn't go through this? Some even had tragic fates, being proper wives but being oppressed by lowly concubines.
I'm already doing quite well.
Despite repeatedly reassuring herself, she still felt a sense of resentment.
What's the use of being eloquent if you're just a spendthrift who squanders your ancestors' wealth? If you continue like this, you'll have no security for the rest of your life.
"It's all talk," Mrs. Jin said awkwardly, turning her face away and pursing her lips. "So, what is it now?"
"Good madam," Master Jin said with a smile as he took her arm around him. "How much silver do you have? Give some to your husband."
"Just go to the accounting office to get the silver," Madam Jin said with a puzzled look. "What do you need?"
Her money was all dowry, meant to be left to her children; she couldn't touch it.
Upon hearing this, Master Jin's expression froze slightly.
Then, touching his nose, he said, "We don't have any money in our accounts."
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