mesbooks Chapter 123 Snobbery
Chapter 123 Snobbery
"Yes"
"Then why did you hesitate and make excuses when I asked to see Lingyu's husband?"
"Because His Highness doesn't like that person very much, and things in the manor are complicated, it's not appropriate for me, as a servant, to say too much."
"Then I'm determined to see him today."
"Alright then, Mr. Huang, this way please."
The steward was mainly worried that Huang Ziliang might have offended Sima Lingyu in the past, and that if he did, these important figures among them would be constantly scheming against each other, and it would eventually implicate them.
They were on tenterhooks the whole way, after all, their patriarch had a very special relationship with this man, and they couldn't help but speculate about the secrets they had heard before.
"That courtyard in front is the master's residence. This servant will wait for you here, sir."
"Does the master have vicious dogs in his yard or something? Why don't you dare go forward?"
"Sir, you should go quickly."
That's exactly the effect of making him wary. It also makes it easier to talk. Huang Ziliang even argued with the butler for a while, but when he saw that the butler was unwilling to come forward, he felt relieved.
"In that case, I'll trouble you to wait here for me for a while, butler."
"It is my duty."
Stepping into this small courtyard, you would never guess that this is where the master of ceremonies lives. There are no carved beams and painted rafters, no ostentatious decorations, and not even flowers in the courtyard.
There weren't many people here; they were all brought by Sima Lingyu from the Prime Minister's residence. The servants who came were all staying in the outer courtyard; they didn't want to come here, nor did they dare to.
Huang Ziliang went in and gently knocked on the courtyard gate. Lan'er was seriously injured in bed. The one who opened the door was a strange little servant boy. The two of them had never met before, but since they were from the Prime Minister's residence, they had naturally met the eldest son.
I was shocked when I saw this face: "You!"
"Please trouble this young man to inform him that Huang Ziliang requests an audience."
They had also heard the servants in the outer courtyard mention it during their conversation, saying that she looked very similar to their young master, but with an added touch of charm and allure. And upon seeing her, it was indeed true.
It was this seductive man who caused their Lan'er brother to be lying in bed. He immediately lost his good expression: "Our master said he won't see anyone."
"That's up to your husband to decide. I'll just wait here."
"You ungrateful wretch!"
After saying that, she slammed the door shut in a huff, but then she thought about their situation in the mansion. If this new lover were to whisper sweet nothings in His Highness's ear, how could their master husband maintain his position in the mansion?
He went to report back, and Sima Lingyu didn't show much emotion, simply instructing that the person be invited in.
The boy was extremely reluctant, but in the end he still invited Huang Ziliang into the courtyard. When Sima Lingyu saw that there was no one behind him, his cold and vigilant expression relaxed a little.
"Mr. Huang, I didn't expect you to... My brother told me everything, but is it really worth it?"
"Whether it's worth it or not is up to you. As for Lan'er's injuries, I'll go to Doctor Han's to get some medicine. After you finish reading this, burn it."
Huang Ziliang slipped a note into Sima Lingyu's hand. Luckily, his inner courtyard was full of his own people, so there was no need to be so discreet.
After reading the words on the note, he nodded to Huang Ziliang, then suddenly picked up the teacup next to him and smashed it heavily on the ground.
After several awkward movements, she finally managed to utter those words: "You shameless woman, don't think that just because you look like my brother, His Highness will like you!"
The voice was loud, as if it was deliberately meant to be heard by people outside the courtyard. Wang Ziliang frowned and whispered, "If you do this, you'll suffer again later."
Sima Lingyu shook his head. He felt like he was living through a year in a day here. Even without Huang Ziliang, his life was still difficult. He might as well end this injustice sooner rather than later.
The sound of cups and bowls shattering on the floor rang out again, sending shivers down the spine of the steward outside. This was no good; one was the head of the household's husband, and the other was His Highness's new favorite. She couldn't afford to offend either of them.
"What are you doing here? Her Highness wouldn't come to a place like this. Even if I hit you or scolded you, so what? Would anyone hear about it to her ears?"
"Please, my husband, do not make such a presumptuous statement as to whether His Highness and I have that kind of relationship!"
"I think you're just a glib-tongued, seductive vixen trying to seduce His Highness. You don't even know your own background, do you think you're worthy!"
The housekeeper, listening outside, was terrified. He wanted to go in but dared not, so he slowly approached the courtyard. Just then, he heard a loud "smack!"
Sima Lingyu's slap landed crisply on Huang Ziliang's face. It was clear that he used a lot of force, and it even left five finger marks.
"Get out of here! You're not worthy to enter my yard!"
Huang Ziliang could only pretend to be very weak as he walked out. He glanced at the housekeeper, his eyes showing seven parts grievance and three parts resilience. The housekeeper's face turned red and swollen. This was the person she had just brought home today, the apple of her eye. If this happened, she would be in deep trouble!
"Oh dear, Mr. Huang, I advise you not to provoke the master." Something's not right. The master isn't usually like this. Could it be that he really senses danger? It seems he's quite bothered by the resemblance between Mr. Huang and his brother!
"Don't worry, I won't say anything to His Highness, and you won't be held responsible, Steward." He covered his face and then went to walk around the other officials' quarters, not bothering to hide the injury on his face.
After he finished walking around, he said he wanted to go out. He thought he had been wronged and wanted to run away. There was nothing he could do to stop him, since he had permission from the head of the family. So he sent two people to follow him.
He went to the same inn on the street, a place he seemed to enjoy visiting. This time, he was just picking up some medicine, since Lan'er was seriously injured, and the spies from Shengwu already knew about what had happened.
The medicine was placed on the counter. I didn't even stop when I went in. I also ordered two bags of pastries, pretending that I liked the pastries from this shop.
The two men following him, seeing that he didn't make any moves, stayed a short distance away from him. He bought things along the way, just like a young master from an ordinary family going out for a stroll.
Once back at the manor, she acted as if nothing had happened. The steward couldn't say anything, since there were always people watching her at all times, and she had her own things to do.
He left Huang Ziliang alone and, taking advantage of the break, delivered the medicine to Sima Lingyu, also instructing Lan'er not to make any more mistakes, or she might lose her life next time.
In the afternoon, after dealing with the ministers, Wu Chengye strolled back leisurely and found Huang Ziliang standing at the door. Whenever she saw him, her eyes would light up. Huang Ziliang, with a measured demeanor and a hint of joy in his eyes, said, "Chengye is back."
"Did you wait for me at the door specifically?"
"No, it's not that. I just wanted to apologize to you as soon as possible." He lowered his eyes, as if he really had done something wrong.
"What's the matter?"
“Today I went to visit my master’s husband and accidentally got into a conflict with him. I hope you will not take offense, Chengye.”
At this moment, the butler, with his sharp eyes, ran to Wu Chengye's ear and whispered the whole story, of course, imitating all the sarcastic and unpleasant words he had heard.