Chapter 155: A Wild Boar Cannot Stomach Fine Chaff
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Shen Jing Yun, ever the fervent supporter of this particular CP, could no longer remain seated. “Miss You, are you really planning to separate from Brother You Lin? This is completely unfair to you!”
Turning her sharp gaze towards Yu Zhi Yi, she exclaimed, “Madam Du, how can you be so petty? Brother You Lin and Bing Yue knew each other long before you came into the picture. Their bond is profound, their true love capable of moving the heavens. You are nothing but a latecomer. Even though you hold the title of the main wife, that does not give you the right to tear apart two lovers!”
The others present began nodding in agreement, their expressions echoing her sentiment.
Du Zi Heng, already crestfallen, looked as though his heart might shatter at any moment.
“Master Shen, please stop…” You Bing Yue pleaded, wearing a look of helpless distress, though deep inside, she felt utterly delighted.
See? The crowd still had sharp eyes and clear hearts.
This woman had spouted an endless string of twisted logic to her earlier, but now, with so many pointing out her faults, surely she wouldn’t dare continue occupying the position of the main wife with such confidence.
Yu Zhi Yi chuckled softly, completely ignoring Shen Jing Yun’s accusations. Instead, she asked, “Might I inquire, Master Shen, how fares your own engagement?”
Caught off guard, Shen Jing Yun stiffened. Straightening her neck, she retorted, “My engagement is, of course, going smoothly! My fiancée and I have a wonderful relationship.”
Yu Zhi Yi’s smile grew even more radiant.
Though her smile was captivating, it carried an unmistakable edge of mockery. Anyone with half a brain could see it was no ordinary smile.
Shen Jing Yun’s confidence wavered under her scrutiny, and she snapped angrily, “What are you laughing at?”
Yu Zhi Yi turned to Ou Yang Shuo. “Master Ou Yang, as the chief disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, surely you can see what amuses me, no?”
Ou Yang Shuo pursed his lips. Although not a monk, practitioners of the mystical arts generally disliked lying. However, as Shen Jing Yun was You Bing Yue’s friend, he was unwilling to embarrass her. Reluctantly, he nodded. “Yes.”
Yet, he refrained from explaining further.
Yu Zhi Yi easily saw through his attempt to shield Shen Jing Yun. However, her patience was wearing thin; she had always preferred settling scores immediately, whether openly or subtly.
“Since Master Ou Yang can see it, let me spell it out for you: your relationship is anything but smooth. Your fading luck in romance and dim peach blossoms mark you as destined for a lifetime of solitude. Master Shen, I advise you to tread carefully, or your solitary fate may remain unchangeable.”
“Nonsense!” Shen Jing Yun shot to her feet, trembling with rage. “I was merely offering some kind advice, and you’ve cursed me to eternal loneliness?”
Yu Zhi Yi’s smile vanished, her expression turning icy. “I was also merely offering some kind advice. Why are you so upset?”
The word “also” was masterfully chosen.
The crowd, initially disgruntled with Yu Zhi Yi, suddenly remembered what Shen Jing Yun had just said. As men, they seldom felt strongly about such matters, often dismissing them as natural. But logic was logic, and even without putting themselves in another’s shoes, they could tell that Madam Du had every right to be angry.
Shen Jing Yun stubbornly persisted, “Am I wrong? They are a pair of true lovers. By interfering in their relationship, you are undeniably at fault! You first stole Miss You’s beloved, and now you constantly target her out of jealousy. Such behavior is unbecoming of a wife!”
Yu Zhi Yi clapped her hands lightly.
“Well said.”
Then, she let out a dismissive smile. “Too bad Miss Han doesn’t share your opinion.”
Miss Han, Shen Jing Yun’s fiancée, had begun reconsidering their engagement ever since the couple’s last visit to Splendid Embroidery Workshop.
She didn’t mind having a mediocre husband but absolutely couldn’t tolerate a fickle and insincere one.
And yet, the fool remained oblivious, leaping recklessly into disaster.
After their last encounter, Shen Jing Yun personally visited to apologize, but unfortunately, Miss Han refused to forgive him.
The Han family, who doted on their only daughter, supported her decision even though they couldn’t understand her complete disregard for Shen Jing Yun. Miss Han’s thoughts even ventured towards breaking off the engagement. Though hesitant, the family backed her choice.
Later, the Shen family repeatedly came to visit, using every possible word to mend the situation. Shen Jing Yun, in particular, swore he had no intentions of taking a concubine. It was only then that Miss Han reluctantly agreed to put the engagement matter aside for now, stating that she needed to observe him further.
Shen Jing Yun’s face darkened. “What do you mean?”
Yu Zhi Yi smiled faintly. “Exactly what it sounds like.”
Shen Jing Yun’s eyes flickered intensely. For once, his mind began to turn. He had assumed his fiancée’s behavior was just a pre-wedding tantrum, never expecting her to genuinely reject the idea of him ever taking a concubine.
Although he currently had no such plans, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t consider it in the future. What would happen then? The thought unsettled him deeply.
Yu Zhi Yi added, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and by the way, your little outing with Miss You on the street earlier? Miss Han happened to see it.”
Shen Jing Yun: “…”
He bolted upright, declaring to Du Zi Heng, “Brother You Lin, I must leave at once.”
Yu Zhi Yi’s smile widened, satisfaction dancing on her features.
Shen Jing Yun’s fate was sealed; he was destined to lose his fiancée. His future romantic prospects would be riddled with challenges. It was only fitting, a consequence he deserved.
Having effortlessly dealt with this troublemaker, Yu Zhi Yi felt an odd lack of interest. The so-called threats didn’t even possess the skill to truly cause her any trouble. Even Ou Yang Shuo no longer piqued her curiosity.
These people merely served as her backdrop, embellishing her stage. She couldn’t be bothered to entertain them, especially when there was no need.
Du Zi Heng had already made all the arrangements in advance. Shortly after, a feast was laid out.
Yu Zhi Yi scanned the table. To her disappointment, few dishes aligned with her tastes.
Having endured years of hardship in her past life, she wasn’t picky. She could eat anything as long as it was edible. But when circumstances allowed, preferences inevitably emerged. Yu Zhi Yi loved meat, often disliking bland dishes. However, even the meat on this table—like the pale, garlic-flavored boiled pork—didn’t tempt her.
She admitted that the flavor was pleasant enough but craved the bold, rich flavors of heavily seasoned meat instead. Just glancing at this boiled pork was enough to curb her appetite.
Meanwhile, You Bing Yue appeared touched. “I can’t believe you remembered…” Her voice trailed off as though she’d accidentally said too much, leaving everyone around to piece together her unspoken words.
Clearly, this meal catered entirely to her tastes.
Yu Zhi Yi raised a brow but didn’t get angry. Instead, she calmly instructed Li Rou, “Have the kitchen prepare a few more dishes.”
Li Rou promptly arranged for several of Yu Zhi Yi’s preferred dishes to be brought out. Everyone quickly noticed the stark difference between Yu Zhi Yi’s and You Bing Yue’s palates.
You Bing Yue’s preference for mild flavors aligned with the traditional image of an elegant noblewoman. Meanwhile, Yu Zhi Yi’s choices leaned heavily towards robust, bold Jianghu-style cuisine. The contrast was striking, given their identities. By all accounts, it should have been the other way around: You Bing Yue, the rural girl, should have favored Jianghu dishes, while Yu Zhi Yi, despite her neglected status in the Yu household, was undeniably a noble lady.
A flash of disdain crossed You Bing Yue’s eyes. Indeed, a fake noble couldn’t appreciate fine food. The thought filled her with smug satisfaction. Remembering her purpose, she added cheerfully, “By the way, we’ve settled the date. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
Du Zi Heng’s expression darkened further. “So soon?”
You Bing Yue, savoring his pain, leaned closer to Ou Yang Shuo. “There’s nothing left for us to do in Sheng Capital. The sooner we depart, the sooner we can resolve the matter.”