"Wang Muxuan, do you still think you're the eldest son of the Wang family? Now you're nothing but the son of a disgraced official. Who in the Wang family still recognizes you as their eldest son? If the Shen family dares to break off the engagement, I'll break their legs. Surely the Shen family isn't as shameless as you." The thought that he hadn't realized Wang Muxuan's character was worse than that of a shrew from the marketplace filled him with rage.
“Even though Young Master Wang is the son of a disgraced official, he is still born into a genuine noble family, unlike some people who are nouveau riche, vulgar and rude.” A man appeared beside Wang Muxuan at some point. The man was dressed as a scholar, and it was clear at a glance that he was either rich or noble.
When Wang Muxuan heard that someone had spoken up for him, he looked at the person with gratitude, only to find that he did not recognize him. However, given the current situation of the Wang family, the fact that someone was willing to speak up for him was already very touching. He had no time to think about who this person was or why he had suddenly appeared here.
No sooner had the scholar finished speaking than a rough voice came from the doorway, “Why do you speak so rudely, scholar? You can’t say anything nice. What kind of scion of a noble family is this? You have no manners at all. The second young master is right. He is clearly the son of a disgraced official, yet he still acts like a noble young master. He is truly courting death. So what if he is a scion of a noble family? He is just a illegitimate son of a fallen noble family. What is there to be proud of? An illegitimate son, half of him has the blood of a servant. What is there to show off? A scion of a noble family, ha! If it weren’t for us country bumpkins protecting our homes and country, I wonder if you noble families would still be alive to enjoy this immense wealth and glory.”
Jiang Jingzhan's heart skipped a beat. He had applauded the first few sentences, but the last sentence made his hair stand on end. However, this person had come to speak for him, so he couldn't very well criticize him. He looked at the burly man. Who was this person? He had never seen him before.
“Big guy, please watch your words. The peace and prosperity of the country is not the achievement of you military officers. If it weren’t for the governance of us scholars, even if you had won the country, you wouldn’t have been able to hold onto it!” Before Jiang Jingzhan could figure out who the big man was, the scholar preemptively steered the conversation toward the contest between civil and military officials.
"You can't even kill a chicken, yet you want to govern the world? A scholar's words are worth ten knives, piercing the heart! You pedantic scholar, you're the one who should shut up!"
After speaking, the big man stepped forward, pointed at the scholar's nose, and began to bombard him with insults. Despite his size, he was no slouch when it came to verbal sparring.
The scholar pointed at the big man's nose and spoke eloquently and incessantly.
Every word was exquisite, every sentence superb, yet it couldn't escape the subtle nuances between literary and martial arts. Jiang Jingzhan and Wang Muxuan exchanged a glare, listening with great interest. Unbeknownst to them, a crowd of onlookers had gathered in the small courtyard. After the scholar and the burly man had been talking for a while, they changed the subject and asked Jiang Jingzhan and Wang Muxuan, "Young master, you know more, why don't you tell us?"
The two instinctively felt there was a trap and didn't want to say anything more. However, the onlookers started to jeer, "Young Master Jiang, say something! We all support you! A bunch of pedantic scholars. If it weren't for us protecting our country, they would have been dead long ago."
"Young Master Wang, we all support you. Let's shut him up. A bumpkin is a bumpkin. He thinks that wearing fine silks and satins makes him a nobleman. What a big mouth he has!"
Encouraged by those around them and fueled by their own anger, the two began arguing back and forth. The once quiet courtyard quickly turned into a noisy marketplace, with no one from Yipinju appearing to intervene.
Suddenly, someone shoved me, shouting, "You hit me!"
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