Since He Yunxiao stopped coming to class, Huang Buren, the son of Huang Qinghe, the Minister of Justice, has had his fear of He Yunxiao much relieved.
The situation has now eased to the point where people dare to gossip about He Yunxiao behind his back.
The entrance to the Jiangnan Cloth Weaving Shop.
"Boss, why are we here again?" one of Huang Buren's henchmen asked.
"I will get up from where I fell." Huang Buren said with a bold and imposing manner, his head held high and his hands behind his back, striking a pose of magnanimity and open-mindedness.
“Boss,” another underling said, “why didn’t you wait for He Yunxiao to come before getting up here?”
Huang Buren froze instantly, his previous swagger vanished without a trace. He was completely stumped by the questions.
Seeing this, the third henchman immediately came to Huang Buren's rescue: "Our boss recently reached the seventh rank! He's not far from the eighth rank. With his talent, he'll be at the eighth rank in a year. Once our boss reaches the eighth rank, with the three of us, won't we beat that mere eighth-rank He Yunxiao to a pulp?"
With one person taking the lead, the underlings all started to get clever.
"That's right, that's right. Those who are virtuous will receive much help. That He Yunxiao is all alone. How could he be a match for our boss?"
“That’s right, that’s exactly right. Now, the Princess is getting stronger and the Prime Minister is getting weaker, so it’s only a matter of time before his father falls from power. When that happens, our boss will have the Princess backing him up, so let’s see how He Yunxiao will still be able to oppose him.”
Huang Buren recovered from his anxiety and said, "Keep a low profile. Don't you know the principle of not flaunting your wealth?"
The three younger brothers replied in unison, "Yes, yes, yes."
Huang Buren straightened his clothes and said, "Let's go see if the congratulatory gift we ordered for His Highness is ready."
Huang Buren, himself a seventh-rank cultivator, led his sixth-rank followers into the gates of Jiangnan Textile.
Just as one foot went in and the other was still outside, the group of four heard a surprised shout from behind.
"Oh, Young Master Huang, what a coincidence."
He Yunxiao brought Meng Qingrou, who was wearing a veil, to buy clothes.
Upon hearing He Yunxiao's voice, Huang Buren's muscles immediately tensed up.
Lifting my foot is wrong, not lifting my foot is wrong. Smiling is wrong, not smiling is wrong. Greeting someone is wrong, not greeting someone is wrong. In short, nothing feels right.
With difficulty, Huang Buren turned his head and said, "Ah, ha, what a coincidence."
He Yunxiao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Fighting? Which spoiled brat doesn't get into fights?
Everyone has their youthful and impetuous moments; there's no need to dwell on trivial matters. However, if you, Huang Buren, dare to stare at my wife, Nanzhu, then don't blame me for thanking you in advance for your donated corneas.
"Young Master Huang is here to buy clothes too?"
He Yunxiao paused as he passed Huang Buren.
Huang Buren's earlier composure vanished completely, and he said with an awkward smile, "Yes, Princess Xiaoyue is about to have her coming-of-age ceremony, and I'm ordering a dress as a congratulatory gift for her."
"oh."
Upon hearing Meng Qingqian's name, He Yunxiao immediately lost interest.
"I'm leaving," he said.
"Please take care..."
Huang Buren didn't even dare to lift his head, let alone look at the South Sea pearls.
Only after He Yunxiao left did Huang Buren dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
He watched He Yunxiao's retreating figure, seeing him now led by another woman, and felt a pang of resentment. Just by looking at the woman's silhouette, Huang Buren didn't need to guess; she was undoubtedly another rare beauty.
It's sour.
Huang Buren remembered that he had been beaten by He Yunxiao because of a pretty girl. In the end, he didn't get the girl, but he did get He Yunxiao as his "big brother".
Whether it was that girl from back then, or Mr. Yuhe, or this young lady now... I heard that even that courtesan Jiang was redeemed by him and taken to the Marquis's mansion to be raised...
It seems like all the beautiful women in Yinjing are revolving around He Yunxiao!
Is there any justice left?! Is there no law?!
Huang Buren was extremely depressed.
However, he immediately realized that the beauties in Yinjing City were far more numerous than the girls around He Yunxiao. Although they were indeed beautiful, they were not necessarily the most beautiful. At least Princess Xiaoyue, and the recently famous Yinjing Chunlan and Du Yinyun, were in no way inferior to the girls around He Yunxiao in terms of appearance and figure.
He Yunxiao may have some skill, but that's all. At least, you can never reach the level of our Princess Xiaoyue.
...
He Yunxiao brought his wife, Nanzhu, to buy clothes. Buying clothes was a big deal; as for Huang Buren, he was just a minor villain. In the original novel, his role wasn't even as good as his own, and he couldn't cause any real trouble.
Just as he had put Huang Buren out of his mind, he heard Nan Zhu's wife beside him say, "He Yunxiao..."
"Call me brother."
"elder brother……"
"Rou'er, what's wrong?"
Meng Qingrou knew perfectly well that He Yunxiao was taking advantage of her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
This place was neither Linxuan Palace nor a place where they could be alone; all around them were strange and unfamiliar people...
When she goes out shopping, she can only rely on He Yunxiao and has no choice but to obey his every request.
However, for now, He Yunxiao is still behaving quite well.
He didn't move his hands randomly, and he only took advantage of "brother" with his mouth.
If it's only to this extent, Meng Qingrou can still accept it. After all, He Yunxiao is older than her, so calling him "brother" or "Yunxiao brother" is not a problem.
"My sister is turning twenty soon, and Rou'er hasn't decided what to give her yet."
He Yunxiao said, "Won't that sachet work?"
Meng Qingrou shook her head. "No, we have to deliver it properly."
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