The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 57

Which family’s Young Master is it, does Zhao’er know?

Zhao Jiayu¹ sat inside the bridal sedan chair, took a glance outside, and saw a line of a funeral procession wrapped in rough clothes and white hemp.

Watching the things still floating all over the sky, Zhao Jiayu reached out and accepted a paper copper coin². After flipping over the paper currency to look, she furrowed her brows and, out of anger, threw it directly onto the ground.

The auspicious hour for their wedding procession to lift the sedan chair was in the morning. Within the capital, those sending off a funeral almost always did so after noon. Only occasionally, when an elderly person died far from home and was returning to their roots, would they rise early to send off a “joyous funeral.” This family was carrying two coffins; how was it so coincidental that they ran into them?

“Whose family’s funeral affair is it?” Zhao Jiayu poked her head out and asked the maidservant following the sedan chair.

The maidservant heard the sound but had not yet answered when the matchmaker³ to the side looked over. Her flower countenance lost its color from fright, and she hurriedly pushed Zhao Jiayu’s head back in. “My Great Aunt⁴, you cannot reveal your face.”

Zhao Jiayu’s head was pushed askew. She raised a hand to steady the ornaments on her head and said, “Stop pushing, I know.”

The matchmaker stood to the side looking not far into the distance. Watching the few Young Masters ahead, each reigning in their horse bridles, it seemed they had no thought of yielding.

Without looking at their fronts, one also knew that these few Young Masters of the Qu Marquis Residence were already burning with fury at this moment. Whose family marrying a bride would meet this kind of matter and not feel wretched at heart?

The funeral music opposite them blew louder and louder, already drowning out the sound of the wedding procession’s music.

If the other party today were simply any other family, Qu Yu and the others would certainly yield. But as it happened, the opposite side belonged to Earl Yongshen’s Household.

And the ones who could cause them to make such a big commotion should be Earl Yongshen’s two sons. They were the dizi⁵ and shuzi⁶ who fell from their horses and were trampled to death some time ago, Song Zixiang and Song Ziqian.

Half a month had already passed, yet they only sent off the funeral today. Could it be they were just waiting for this day?

The three Qu brothers were also young and aggressive; each face revealed a warm anger. But after all, this was a matter of marriage, and they could not come hard against these people.

At this moment, Qu Yu only felt somewhat apologetic toward Zhao Jiayu. If they remained deadlocked here today, or if a conflict arose, their Qu family naturally did not care, but the Zhao family was different.

Qu Ming thought back and forth, then looked toward Qu Yu. Qu Yu’s chest rose and fell; he sank his breath and dismounted from the horse.

Qu Yu walked toward the direction of Zhao Jiayu’s bridal sedan chair. Walking to the side of the sedan curtain, he softly called out to Zhao Jiayu: “Niangzi⁷.”

Although they had not yet bowed to heaven and earth, the marriage between them at this moment was already unchangeable.

Zhao Jiayu heard the sound, lifted a corner of the red cover⁸, and looked out sideways.

Qu Yu looked at the square of delicate features revealed by his own bride inside the bridal sedan chair, staring blankly for an instant. Zhao Jiayu usually did not like powder and makeup; her appearance today, powder-sculpted and jade-carved, made one’s heart move even more than usual.

“What is wrong?” Zhao Jiayu leaned over to inquire.

Qu Yu heard this and returned to his senses, lowering his head to say, “Ahead is the funeral procession for Earl Yongshen’s two sons. I wanted to discuss with Niangzi; we can temporarily avoid and yield, letting them pass first. However, if Niangzi is unwilling, we can also forcefully pass through.”

Although the dead are the greatest, if this family’s heart was not right and they deliberately came this way to seek bad luck for them, even if they sued before the Son of Heaven, their Qu family would not be afraid.

“It is no matter, let them pass first.” Zhao Jiayu suddenly thought of the words Lin Xizhao had said to her last night.

This Earl Yongshen certainly felt that the death of his two sons was deliberately caused by the Prime Minister’s Residence or the Qu family, which was why he came to find fault like this. The matter of their assassination attempt was most likely just as Lin Xizhao guessed—related to these two dead men.

According to Zhao Jiayu’s nature in the past, if not for the words Lin Xizhao said last night, she feared she would support Qu Yu in forcefully passing through. But having Lin Xizhao’s exhortations, she did not wish to generate more incidents.

Earl Yongshen’s Household had people die, and their hostile energy was extremely great. If they went hard against them, they would inevitably disregard everything, and she feared it would cause a disaster of blood. Today was her day of great joy; letting these two dead men go first to reincarnate was no harm.

Qu Yu heard this and raised his head to look at Zhao Jiayu. He somewhat did not believe that Zhao Jiayu would agree so straightforwardly.

“What is wrong?” Zhao Jiayu asked, seeing Qu Yu’s doubtful expression.

“Oh, nothing. We will temporarily go to the side, into someone’s home to wait. Wait for them to pass, then we will travel out again.”

“En.” Zhao Jiayu nodded and covered herself with the red cover again.

Qu Yu obtained Zhao Jiayu’s words and walked to Qu Ming’s side. After speaking a few sentences, he mounted his horse. Qu Ming pulled the horse’s bridle sideways, turned the head around, and said to the people behind: “Avoid and yield!”

Qu Ming led the wedding welcoming procession, found a household, and temporarily entered to wait.

After the welcoming procession entered the gate, only a few people remained outside to check, keeping the doors and windows tightly closed so the coffins would not clash with the newlyweds. However, after the newlyweds yielded, the people from Earl Yongshen’s Household carrying the coffins did not march forward. Instead, they blew and beat the funeral music in place, seemingly wanting to occupy the road right there, blocking the welcoming procession from passing.

Qu Ming stood outside, brows tightly furrowed. It looked like today, these people were doing it on purpose. Qu Ming pushed open the main gate and entered. He spoke a few sentences with Qu Yu, and Qu Yu went to find Zhao Jiayu again.

When Zhao Jiayu heard that Earl Yongshen’s funeral affair was done deliberately, she did not agree with Qu Yu’s statement about forcefully charging through. She smiled and said, “Since they want to block the road, then let them block. They can block for as long as they want.”

It wasn’t as if this was the only road.

The welcoming procession no longer played their instruments. They went directly out from this household’s back door and went to another street. After pulling a far enough distance from the funeral procession, the welcoming band began to blow and beat again.

Qu Yu and the others looked at the welcoming band ahead, then looked back at the bridal sedan chair. After looking at each other, they began to laugh.

Zhao Jiayu did not stick to trifles; this nature was exactly the person their Qu family wanted.

The welcoming procession changed routes halfway, but because their foot speed was a bit faster, they happened to lower the sedan and enter the gate right at the auspicious time. Qu Yu wore a set of loose bridegroom’s joyous robes and carried Zhao Jiayu on his back as they entered the Qu family’s main gate.

At this moment, the Qu Marquis Residence had also received the news. Knowing that Zhao Jiayu and the others had been deliberately targeted on the road by Earl Yongshen’s Household carrying coffins to clash with them, everyone came out to welcome Zhao Jiayu.

Today, Zhao Jiayu had been wronged, but once she entered this residence of the Qu family, they would absolutely never let her be wronged again.

In the ceremonial hall⁹, the people were too numerous to count. Seeing Qu Yu coming over with the bride on his back, everyone made way. In front of the ceremonial hall, Qu Yu put Zhao Jiayu down and changed to holding her horizontally in his arms. Holding Zhao Jiayu, he stepped over the fire basin¹⁰ and entered the ceremonial hall.

The high hall took their seats, the newlyweds bowed, and after the final sentence of “Send into the bridal chamber¹¹,” Zhao Jiayu was clustered round by the crowd and entered the bridal room.

Lin Xizhao and Qu Sheng also entered along with them. Zhao Jiayu was crowded here and there. After great difficulty entering the bridal chamber, and after being teased a few sentences by Lin Xizhao, she almost lifted the red cover herself. It was Qu Yu whose hands were fast, pressing it down in one go.

The people inside the bridal chamber immediately roared with laughter.

Qu Yu smiled and bowed to Lin Xizhao and Qu Sheng, saying, “Two good meimeis¹², just let us off.”

Lin Xizhao actually did not say anything too overboard. It was just at the end, when they were drinking the cross-cupped nuptial wine¹³, Lin Xizhao asked the two of them to match a couplet. Although Zhao Jiayu had studied books, she had always disliked reciting poetry and composing fu; this immediately made her anxious.

If the couplet couldn’t be matched, the cross-cupped nuptial wine couldn’t be drunk. Then how could this bridal chamber be entered?

Lin Xizhao heard this and smiled. “Then let us do a simpler one. We’ll just test our new saosao¹⁴ on how her study of the The Classic of Poetry¹⁵ is, how about it?”

Lin Xizhao’s words fell, and a room full of people chimed in saying “good,” immediately quieting down to wait. Lin Xizhao’s bright and gentle double eyes moved slightly, her lips pursed and moved, saying: “Look at this time, The peach blossoms are brilliant and bright; suitable for the chamber, suitable for the house¹⁶. What is the next sentence?”

Zhao Jiayu, covered by the red red cover, heard this. Before her brain had even formed a thought, it went in her ears and her mouth matched it out: “Predicting other years, The gourds and melons spreading continuously (referring to abundant descendants); you will be blazing, you will be prosperous¹⁷.”

Lin Xizhao heard Zhao Jiayu match the dialogue so quickly; she smiled but did not speak. The crowd also roared with laughter. And Zhao Jiayu realized with hindsight, knowing Lin Xizhao was trapping her into speaking of the matter of spreading descendants. Fortunately, there was a red cover to block it; otherwise, her face, which had turned red from the fuss, would have been seen by everyone.

When at the Zhao family, the bridegroom wasn’t given much trouble, but upon arriving here, the bride was given trouble by the sister-in-law. Qu Yu watched Zhao Jiayu sit there, motionless, and knew she must be extremely shy at this moment. He hurriedly bowed to Lin Xizhao, smiling, “Earl it as Fourth Brother begging you all, quickly stop giving my Niangzi a hard time.”

Lin Xizhao naturally quit while she was ahead. She lowered her head to look at Zhao Jiayu, smiling gently, and said, “Alright, then we won’t disturb Fourth Brother and Fourth Sao’s auspicious time.”

Qu Sheng stood by Lin Xizhao’s side. Listening to Lin Xizhao tease Zhao Jiayu like this, she also followed in laughing.

The people in the room followed Lin Xizhao out, all exiting. It was good for the grand wedding to be lively, but they couldn’t delay the newlyweds’ fine night.

Lin Xizhao exited the bridal chamber and went to the banquet hall. If Lin Jianhai hadn’t come, she would have sat in the same place as the Qu family’s main table. Since he came, naturally she had to sit together with her own father.

And Qu Sheng at this moment also did not care about etiquette, following Lin Xizhao to Lin Jianhai’s table.

“Ah Jie, I heard Jiayu-jie’s bridal sedan chair ran into Earl Yongshen Household’s burial procession. Is it true?” Lin Xirui, not knowing where he heard it from, wanted to verify it here with Lin Xizhao.

Lin Xizhao heard this, glanced sideways at him, and gave a light en. This matter could not be spoken of much. It was fortunate that the Zhao family’s people did not fuss; if it were replaced by a family of scholarly lineage, they would certainly have made a scene.

She originally thought Earl Yongshen’s Household would create some chaotic trouble, but she unexpectedly never thought they would commit such an inconceivable act.

At the wedding banquet, because Lin Jianhai was present, the few juniors only drank a shallow cup when Qu Yu proposed a toast. But when Lin Jianhai was invited away by Qu Jinian, Lin Xirui egged Qu Sheng on, and the two drank painfully deep.

Today was joyous wine; even if they drank too much, they wouldn’t be blamed by the elders.

Lin Xizhao watched the two drinking happily and did not speak to obstruct, only letting them act according to their capacity, while she only drank a shallow amount.

After the banquet scattered, Lin Xirui drank too much and was taken away by Lin Jianhai. As for Lin Xizhao, because Qu Sheng drank until her consciousness was somewhat unclear, she did not return to the Prime Minister’s Residence.

Qu Sheng was sent to the washroom. Originally, Lin Xizhao wanted to personally go serve her, but thinking of Qu Sheng’s previous resistance, she could only let Jin Yunfei take over.

Jin Yunfei let the servants put Qu Sheng into the bathing tub filled with warm water. She rolled up her own cuffs and helped the somewhat drunken Qu Sheng wipe her body.

Jin Yunfei scrubbed Qu Sheng’s back while nagging about some trivial matters: “Jiayu and Yu’er’s marriage is finished; Zhao’er should also look and see.”

Zhao Jiayu and Lin Xizhao were the same age. Although she had selfish motives and wanted to keep Lin Xizhao by her side for a few years, even as a birth mother, one would be gossiped about.

The Lin Prime Minister’s Residence had lost its managing mistress, and the Lin family’s close relatives only had this one branch. The Liang family over there had also said many times to let her help look for a match; she was truly getting somewhat anxious.

Qu Sheng, whose eyes were originally slightly narrowed in a drunken state, opened them a bit wider upon hearing her own mother speak of Lin Xizhao’s marriage.

“Mother, do not mention Xizhao’s marriage temporarily.” Qu Sheng’s voice and color were not considered gentle, but they were also not too cold.

Jin Yunfei heard this, and the scrubbing motion of her hands stopped. She asked, “What is wrong?”

Reaching the age to discuss marriage, naturally, one must prioritize marriage. Why allow it not to be mentioned?

Qu Sheng’s brows furrowed slightly. She lowered her eyelids, looking at the water ripples in the bath bucket, and did not speak.

Seeing this, Jin Yunfei thought for a moment and asked, “Could it be that Zhao’er has a favorite Young Master?”

“No.” Qu Sheng answered without dragging mud or water.

Jin Yunfei heard this, her expression doubtful. “Then why not let it be mentioned?” Jin Yunfei waited a while, but Qu Sheng did not answer. A moment later, she thought of another possibility. “Could it be that Sheng’er has noticed a candidate who can match Zhao’er?”

Qu Sheng heard this, pondered in her head for a few instants, and replied, “Yes.”

There was no Young Master, but there was indeed a young lady.

“Which family’s Young Master is it, does Zhao’er know?” Jin Yunfei, hearing Qu Sheng say she had noticed a candidate, asked with eyes gleaming slightly.

Qu Sheng’s vision naturally wouldn’t be poor. She cared so much about Lin Xizhao that she certainly wouldn’t let her marry carelessly. Presumably, this family’s Young Master must have surpassing qualities.

“She doesn’t know yet. Mother need not ask anymore; when the time comes, you will know who it is.” Qu Sheng sold a suspense first. Previously, she had never heard of a matter where a woman married a woman.

Right now, before probing whether Lin Xizhao was willing to be together with her, she could not explicitly speak out about liking Lin Xizhao and wanting to marry her into the Qu Marquis Residence like Zhao Jiayu. This was to avoid her gradual, step-by-step plan being disrupted.

“You child, how can you not let Mother know?” Jin Yunfei said this with her mouth, but in her heart, she believed Qu Sheng.

If Qu Sheng didn’t say, she estimated it was also out of fear of generating more incidents. Since there was a candidate, she didn’t need to worry every day, thinking about seeking a good marriage for Lin Xizhao.

After Lin Xizhao bathed, her front foot had just entered the bedchamber when Qu Sheng’s back foot followed in.

Lin Xizhao heard footsteps and turned back to gaze at Qu Sheng, whose face looked as if it had been powdered with rouge—pink and tender. She hooked up the corners of her lips, one hand going to hold Qu Sheng’s hand, the other touching Qu Sheng’s cheek.

“Is the body uncomfortable?” Lin Xizhao’s voice was light and soft.

Qu Sheng heard this and shook her head. Although she was clearer now, urged by the wine and seeing the current Lin Xizhao wearing only sleeping clothes—that soft waist, paired with those gentle eyes—it made her want to overstep and do something to Lin Xizhao.

Lin Xizhao looked at the seemingly warm things in Qu Sheng’s eyes. It seemed the strength of the wine had come up, making her double eyes burn like fire, shooting out a fiery heat that wanted to burn onto her body.

Lin Xizhao stroked Qu Sheng’s soft and smooth cheek and said, “I asked the kitchen to make hangover soup. Drink it later before sleeping.”

Qu Sheng heard the sound but gave no response, just quietly looking at Lin Xizhao like that.

But the things inside her body were not as quiet as her surface. She felt she was about to be burned into dizziness. If she didn’t do something, she feared she was going to incinerate on the spot right here.

“Is it uncomfortable?”

Although Qu Sheng didn’t move, her eyes were telling Lin Xizhao that she was enduring something. Lin Xizhao stared at her for a moment, thinking she must have drunk wine, and estimated the wine’s strength had come up, making her body uncomfortable.

Lin Xizhao touched Qu Sheng’s cheek, which was somewhat hot. She glanced behind her, released her hand, and went outside the room door.

“Go to the kitchen and urge the hangover soup. If it is made, have them bring it quickly.”

The maidservant on duty outside heard this, accepted the order with a bow, and walked toward the kitchen.

Lin Xizhao watched the maidservant walk away with quick steps. When she turned back, Qu Sheng had already turned her body and was staring at her.

Qu Sheng was originally taciturn. Now, asked a question, she wouldn’t answer; clearly, it was due to drinking wine.

“Go to the couch and lie down for a while first.” As Lin Xizhao spoke, she raised her hand to take Qu Sheng’s hand, pulling her toward the bedside.

Arriving at the bedside, Lin Xizhao let Qu Sheng sit down. She helped her take off her shoes, but Qu Sheng acted as if she hadn’t heard, only staring at her.

Lin Xizhao looked at this appearance of Qu Sheng and guessed that Qu Sheng was drunk. Some people went crazy when drunk, some slept heavily when drunk; Qu Sheng moved freely when drunk but only stared at her.

Lin Xizhao was somewhat helpless and could only coax her with light and soft words to get her into bed.

“Sheng’er needs to be obedient—”

Lin Xizhao’s words were not yet finished when Qu Sheng embraced her into her bosom. Both were only wearing sleeping clothes. Within just a few instants, Lin Xizhao felt the fiery heat of Qu Sheng’s body, scorching her so much she became somewhat worried.

“Is it a fever?” Lin Xizhao knew Qu Sheng’s body was hotter than a normal person’s, but there had never been a time where it was this scalding to others.

Qu Sheng heard this, holding Lin Xizhao. Her head, which was nuzzling neck-to-neck with her, shook again. At this moment, she just wanted to hug Lin Xizhao. She also knew she couldn’t act recklessly; she was attempting to use the embrace to alleviate it.

But such a fragrant and soft body seemed to add a bundle of new firewood to her burning body.

Qu Sheng lowered her eyes, gazing at Lin Xizhao’s fair white back of the neck. Her scorching breath sprayed onto it, magnifying that refreshing heart-and-spleen body fragrance, making her want to go and kiss it.

“Eldest Miss, the hangover soup has come.” The maidservant in the outer room, seeing the two masters embracing together in the room, spoke out to remind them.

Lin Xizhao heard this. Her arms embracing Qu Sheng sank down, wanting to release Qu Sheng to fetch the hangover soup, but Qu Sheng showed no sign of wanting to let go.

“Bring it in.” Lin Xizhao said toward the outer room to the maidservant who had just placed the hangover soup on the table.

The maidservant heard the voice, raised her head to take a look, reached out to pick up the hangover soup, and walked toward the inner room.

“Sheng’er, drink a little hangover soup first.” Lin Xizhao gently patted the tightly holding Qu Sheng.

At this moment, Qu Sheng did not want to release such a fragrant and soft embrace. But sensing Lin Xizhao’s worry, and with a maidservant to the side, she could only let go.

Lin Xizhao accepted the hangover soup. She scooped some with a spoon, blew on it, tasted it, then stirred it again and blew on it. When the temperature was about right, Lin Xizhao handed the hangover soup bowl to Qu Sheng.

“Drink it down and you will be comfortable.” Lin Xizhao softly coaxed Qu Sheng.

Qu Sheng heard Lin Xizhao’s words. The expression on her face was still that of leaving Lin Xizhao’s embrace—an unnoticeable grievance. Qu Sheng accepted it, drank it down in a few gulps. Lin Xizhao reached out to take the empty bowl from her hands, placed it on the tray the maidservant was holding, and said to the maidservant, “You go down first.”

The maidservant heard this, bowed, and departed.

After the maidservant left, Lin Xizhao coaxed Qu Sheng onto the couch. Tonight, the drunk Qu Sheng was even more stuffy than usual. After Lin Xizhao helped tuck the qinbei around Qu Sheng, Qu Sheng did not hold her in her arms like the previous few days.

Lin Xizhao looked doubtfully a few times. Seeing her lying flat with eyes closed, she thought that after alcohol and a bath, the body must be somewhat heavy and weary.

Lin Xizhao extinguished the candle lamp by the bedside and also lay down.

Lin Xizhao also did not proactively hug Qu Sheng; she felt Qu Sheng needed to rest well. But just as she was hazy with sleepiness, Qu Sheng leaned over.

Lin Xizhao opened both eyes. In the dim line of sight, Qu Sheng’s silhouette floated above her. Before she could inquire of Qu Sheng, Qu Sheng accurately found her lips and gently began to suck and kiss.

Qu Sheng’s kiss, carrying the intent of wine, made Lin Xizhao somewhat at a loss. She subconsciously went to push Qu Sheng, but she did not push her away. Instead, because of her refusal, Qu Sheng’s kiss became even more forceful.

“Sheng’er…” Lin Xizhao’s lips were being ground against; gaining a small gap, she began to softly call her.

Qu Sheng heard Lin Xizhao’s vague and unclear voice but had no intention of stopping.

Lin Xizhao knew Qu Sheng must be drunk to be like this. She also blamed herself for that night, for not speaking clearly about how they shouldn’t do things like this between them.

Next, Lin Xizhao tightly pursed her lips, feeling the warm softness of Qu Sheng tearing and grinding against her. Only when Qu Sheng had kissed enough and slowly retreated did she open her mouth to breathe.

Qu Sheng slightly raised her body. Looking at Lin Xizhao’s panting appearance in the dark night, the corners of her lips hooked slightly. When she wanted to kiss down again, Lin Xizhao quickly reached out and blocked it.

Lin Xizhao used her hand to block Qu Sheng’s lips that were kissing over and hurriedly said, “Sheng’er, cannot be like this anymore.” Lin Xizhao’s voice was somewhat obstructed and buzzing, but Qu Sheng heard it clearly and understood it.

Where were there guniangs who kissed like this between themselves?

Qu Sheng heard this and raised her body again, staring at Lin Xizhao’s slightly flustered double eyes, and frowned slightly.

Lin Xizhao accepting her kiss was only because she was confined by her just now and couldn’t escape, not because she was willing at heart.

And Lin Xizhao just now only treated it as her expressing the affection of sisters.

Qu Sheng’s gaze was somewhat frustrated. She hovered her body above Lin Xizhao. Only when Lin Xizhao reached out and fumbled for her cheek did she nuzzle against Lin Xizhao’s palm.

“Be good, listen to words, quickly lie down and rest.” Qu Sheng was drunk; even if Lin Xizhao wanted to explain, she had to wait for when she was sober.

Qu Sheng heard this, and her gaze softened a fair amount. Her heart also figured out Lin Xizhao’s mentality at this moment. Obediently, she slowly lay back on her own side.

After Qu Sheng lay down, Lin Xizhao pulled the qinbei in the gloom and covered Qu Sheng’s body, then scooped her into her bosom and hugged her.

She did not mind that Qu Sheng kissed her in that manner just now. It was just that regarding such matters, as the jiejie¹⁸, she ought to explain clearly to Qu Sheng that such behavior must not appear again in the future. But right now, having Qu Sheng rest well was still the most important.

Qu Sheng was held in Lin Xizhao’s bosom, savoring the kiss just now. Although Lin Xizhao had tightly pursed her lips, apart from the initial refusal, there were no signs of struggle afterward. Tonight’s kiss was a bit longer than the kiss from a few days ago.

Having the first time, one would covet a second time. This was only the second time, yet Qu Sheng foresaw that she had already begun to become addicted. Lin Xizhao’s lips were different from any soft object; every time, they caused unknown things to surge within her heart, coursing through her whole body, making her unable to stop.

And every time after the entangling and grinding, she wanted to advance a step further. That feeling of wanting to devour Lin Xizhao made her want to take Lin Xizhao as her own even more.

The next day, early morning.

Lin Xizhao helped Qu Sheng wear her outer clothes. Raising her eyes to look at Qu Sheng’s expression, there was no great change; she was still as gentle as always.

Qu Sheng stared at Lin Xizhao, wanting to see something different, but Lin Xizhao’s double eyes were crystal clear, without the slightest thing she wished to conceal.

Exiting the courtyard, Lin Xizhao followed Jin Yunfei to Third Uncle Qu’s courtyard to accept the tea offered by the two newlyweds, Zhao Jiayu and Qu Yu, today. Qu Sheng, however, went to the Qu Marquis Residence’s rear courtyard.

In that rear courtyard lived several Assistant Generals from Shoulin.

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The author has something to say:

Jin Yunfei: “Which family’s Young Master is it, does Zhao’er know?”

Qu Sheng: “It is not a Young Master, it is your family’s Young Lady.”

Jin Yunfei: “……”

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