Chapter 113 A Rare Spirit
Ruan Jiawen was even more furious that her younger sister had embarrassed her in front of everyone, and she forced herself to shout:
"When did Feizhi Pavilion start having such ridiculous rules? How come I didn't know? I think you're just deliberately going against me and trying to embarrass me. Let me tell you, these spices must be given to Young Master Song today."
Ruan Tianxin bit her lip and shook her head desperately:
"Even if you say that, sister, I can't... This is all done according to the rules, and what you're doing... puts me in a difficult position..."
The manager of Feizhi Pavilion quickly stepped forward to chime in, bowing with a pained expression:
“Young Miss, what the Second Miss said is true! We really can’t make an exception. Besides, that Young Master Shen Yanjun… although he’s a carefree young master, he is, after all, Consort Shu’s only younger brother and is deeply favored by her. We… we can’t afford to offend him.”
Just as the two sides were arguing, a voice came from outside the crowd:
"Shopkeeper, have the spices I ordered arrived?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man dressed in riding and archery attire walking over.
He had sharp features and a leisurely demeanor. He didn't notice the dispute here and walked straight to the steward, accompanied only by two or three low-key servants.
The manager, seeing a savior, immediately bowed and scraped.
"Here it is! Young Master Shen, the spices you requested have just arrived. I'll bring them to you right away."
As he spoke, he carefully took a wooden box from the trunk and respectfully handed it over.
This person was none other than Shen Yanjun.
Ruan Jiawen sized him up and down, noticing his unassuming attire and how inconspicuous he was compared to the jewel-adorned ladies like herself. She scoffed under her breath.
That's it?
She was unwilling to give up and wanted to go forward to fight for it, but Song Sangyu, whose expression changed drastically, held her back tightly.
Song Sangyu said in a low voice:
“Don’t go! You don’t know his true strength. Back when I was a student in the palace, even the princess suffered at his hands. This Shen Yanjun is definitely not as simple as he seems.”
Seeing that the precious spices were about to fall into the hands of others, Ying'er immediately objected.
She hugged Song Haochu tightly around the waist, raised her head, and cried out with tears in her eyes:
"Haochu... weren't these spices meant for me? Could it be... could it be that everything you just said was a lie? If... if our child knew that his father was a man of broken promises, I think... he would never want to be born into such a family..."
Song Haochu was already in a bad mood, and Ying'er's crying and complaining provoked him. Thinking about how he had lost face in front of the beauty, a surge of anger rushed to his head, and he didn't even listen to Song Sangyu's attempts to stop him.
He rushed forward and kicked Shen Yanjun hard in the shin as Shen Yanjun was taking the wooden box.
Shen Yanjun had just fallen off his horse during the autumn hunt a few days ago, and his old leg injury had not yet healed. How could he withstand this unexpected kick?
He cried out in pain, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. His forehead hit the corner of the cabinet next to him, and blood immediately flowed out. He spat out a tooth mixed with blood.
His usually cold and aloof expression froze instantly as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Young Master!"
Upon seeing this, the servants brought by Shen Yanjun immediately rushed forward and began to fight with the servants brought by Song Haochu.
Chaos erupted inside the Jade Pavilion, and the crowd that had been watching the spectacle scattered in terror.
Ruan Tianxin was so frightened that she covered her mouth.
Song Yiqiu, however, merely observed with indifference, even finding it somewhat amusing.
Her usually timid third brother, for the sake of a woman, surprisingly showed some courage, even though he used that courage in the wrong place.
Bai Mei clicked her tongue in amazement:
"Young Miss, wouldn't you say that the Third Young Master acted rashly in a fit of rage? It's a pity, the price..."
Qingzhu covered her lips and whispered:
“This time, we’ve really gotten ourselves into big trouble. Speaking of this Shen Yanjun, he has some connection with our Yongjia Marquis’s mansion. The current Consort Shu, Shen Yuerou, was an orphan girl that our old Marquis picked up from the battlefield. She brought her younger brother with her and changed her surname to Shen after the old Marquis.”
"The Shen family has no other relatives, and Consort Shu only has this one younger brother, whom she has always been showered with affection. This time, even the Emperor attaches great importance to Consort Shu's birthday celebration. The Third Young Master has probably kicked a hornet's nest and is in big trouble."
Song Yiqiu's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, finally settling on a corner.
Suddenly, the oriole secretly picked up the fallen Soul-Capturing Incense and held it tightly in her arms.
His face was filled with joy as he stared intently at the wooden box, not even glancing at Song Haochu, who was wrestling with someone nearby.
Looking at her disregard for others, Song Yiqiu's last bit of interest vanished.
"Boring."
She uttered two words softly, then turned to Bai Mei and Qing Zhu and said:
"Let's go back."
...
Late at night, the Song family ancestral hall was still brightly lit with candles, and a large group of people knelt under the ancestral tablets, creating a solemn atmosphere.
Song Yiqiu was practicing calligraphy in her room, her expression calm.
Bai Mei poked her head in from outside the door and spoke with schadenfreude:
"Miss, thank goodness we got back early. I heard that the Second Miss and her large group were all taken to the ancestral hall by the Master, and they haven't dispersed yet."
Qingzhu brought in a cup of freshly brewed tea and said:
"This has really blown up. The Third Young Master acted recklessly and beat Young Master Shen Yanjun quite badly. I heard he can only stay in bed now and can't even get out of bed."
"The master had been dealing with things outside for quite some time, and he had just returned home when he dragged all the relevant people to the ancestral hall, saying that he was going to use family discipline."
Song Yiqiu, her pen still in hand, asked calmly:
"What did the Ruan family say?"
Qingzhu replied:
"Don't worry, Miss. After all, it was the Third Young Master who made the first move. Miss Ruan only provided the venue and was invited. The focus of public opinion is on the Third Young Master's anger for the sake of a woman, and it won't affect Miss Ruan."
"It's all over the place now. The storytellers are probably working through the night to finish their manuscripts. Stories like 'The Domineering Young Master Bravely Saves a Courtesan' and 'The Scent of Jade Pavilion' are about to become the most popular stories in the capital."
Upon hearing this, Song Yiqiu slowly put down the calligraphy brush in her hand.
On the pale yellow Xuan paper, a large, vigorous character was written: Wait.
Bai Mei leaned closer for a look and asked curiously:
"Miss, what are you waiting for?"
Song Yiqiu looked up:
"Now that Father has returned, things must be mostly resolved for the time being. He really has some ability; he can fill such a huge mess. I just wonder how much he spent to fill this hole this time."
She stood up and straightened her sleeves.
"It seems that it's not enough to solve this so easily. We still need to... add fuel to the fire."
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