Actually, he had known about Jun Ruochen’s background for a while.
It was said that he is the most promising young master of the Jun Family in Capital City, grood to be the successor of the family. However, he just couldn’t understand why such an influential figure, who could walk unabashedly in the Imperial City, would stoop to a minor place like Yongze County.
Even though the position of a County Magistrate is sothing many people dream of, for soone like him, it seed a bit like a waste of talent!
"Hmph! What kind of young master? He’s just a swindler, flaunting his good looks everywhere!"
Hearing Su Sikong praising soone else, Eighth Master’s face turn as red as a pig’s liver.
"Indeed, he’s rely a pretty boy. If we compare capabilities, he’s nowhere near as good as Eighth Master!"
Su Sikong, giving the thumbs up, heaps praises onto Eighth Master.
"Ha-ha-ha! You’re indeed a flatterer and you know to say things Eighth Master loves to hear."
A smile reappeared on Eighth Master’s face: "Right, which doctor did you invite over yesterday? From what I saw, Seventh Brother’s condition today seems worse than when he was treated with that crude rural doctor’s dication! In the past few days, Seventh Brother was sound asleep, but today, his forehead was furrowed in discomfort and he started to have a fever. What’s the explanation for this?"
"Eighth Master, where are you getting this from? This is the best doctor in the county city."
Su Sikong ntally curses Eighth Master and his entire lineage. Not only is he always reluctant to spend money, but he’s also overly picky. If not for his own big plans, he would have already ordered soone to deal with this damn Eighth Master!
"Really? That strikes as strange."
Eighth Master is visibly surprised.
Could it be that the dical skills of that country woman are better than the highly accomplished doctor from the county city?
This thought flashes across Eighth Master’s mind, only to be imdiately dismissed.
It must be pure coincidence!
He dismisses Su Sikong: "Alright, don’t hang around here and get in my way. Go about your business!"
"Alright, if Eighth Master needs help with anything, just notify at the governnt office. I will do my utmost to serve."
Su Sikong bows and leaves.
Unseen, his hands are clenched into fists.
Wishing he could slam them into that pig liver face! Tear off that smug expression.
As he approaches the door, Eighth Master’s voice follows him.
"Right, once Yue’er’s condition improves, bring her over to ! Don’t forget because you’re too busy."
At a ti like this, he still has Yue’er in his mind? This man has the audacity!
Su Sikong whips his head around.
"Eighth Master, you..."
"What? Lord Su Sikong, are you trying to go back on our deal?"
Eighth Master’s eyes bulge, quickly turning hostile.
The way Su Yue’er was behaving towards that Qin Yi by the river bank the other day, it had been painfully clear to him. It still churned his stomach just thinking about it!
Facing Su Sikong’s evasiveness, how could he react kindly?
Su Sikong relaxes his face, putting on a wronged look.
"Ah! Eighth Master, where are you getting these ideas? Even if you lent ten doses of courage, I wouldn’t dare disrespect you, Eighth Master!"
But in his heart, he has already scolded this bastard bloody!
This damn bastard, afraid for his own life and thinking of running, still wants to involve his Yue’er. Despite this, he forces a smile on his face: "Eighth Master, after all, Yue’er is a girl from a good family, she really shouldn’t elope!"
"When did I say I wanted Yue’er to elope? Isn’t it just a matter of having Yue’er serve first and then you preparing the wedding? Anyway, she’ll be mine sooner or later."
"But Yue’er is injured all over, how can she care for you, Eighth Master? Wouldn’t you agree?"
Su Sikong tried every possible way to decline.
Eighth Master stared at him with green bean eyes for a long ti, a vile air rising in his eyes!
Suddenly he laughed!
"Alright! A compelled lon is not sweet, if so, I will give you more ti. Within three months, I will send a matchmaker to your house, by then, Yue’er’s injuries should be healed..."
"If she really gets the three matchmakers and six proposals and becos your concubine, it will be a blessing for my Yue’er!"
Su Sikong swept away his dissatisfaction and smiled joyfully.
He repeatedly bowed to Eighth Master, his fat body continuously trembling, "Eighth Master, I won’t say anything else, I’ll just prepare for the matchmaker’s arrival."
So he wants to go through the three matchmakers and six proposals!
Eighth Master’s face instantly brightened up considerably.
"Done, just get the dowry prepared! Haha....."
Eighth Master roared with laughter, appearing extraordinarily cheerful.
Su Sikong also followed with a few dry laughs, then he left the postal relay building and slowly put away his smile as he walked towards the governnt office.
As the deputy county magistrate, he has taken a considerable amount of bribes throughout the years.
Originally, the small two-part courtyard assigned to him behind the governnt office was simply too little, so he added a courtyard in the east of the city. The spacious three-part courtyard was connected to a broad courtyard, the front of which was the main street of the county town, a location that was exceptionally favorable.
However, it was only after Yue’er was wronged this ti that he temporarily placed Yue’er in the right annex courtyard behind the governnt office.
As soon as he entered the gate, he headed straight to Su Yue’er’s residence.
Su Yue’er was leaning against the bed, resting. Her face was tightly bandaged, only leaving her eyes exposed.
Su Sikong felt sowhat embarrassed and stamred as he spilled out the news about Eighth Master intending to take her as his concubine.
"Father, how could you have agreed to him!"
Su Yue’er hurriedly interrupted him before he could finish his words: "Father, you know very well what kind of person Eighth Master is. If Yue’er really has to marry him, she might as well be dead! Woo woo woo!"
"Stop it! Can’t you see that your father is bothered!"
Su Sikong rarely frowned at her: "What kind of person Eighth Master is, does your father need you to tell him? But right now, your father still has use for Eighth Master. My poor Yue’er, I am sorry."
"Since you know that you are wronging Yue’er, then why...."
"This is just a temporary solution! Alright, stay in the house and recover."
Su Sikong was also very upset: "This is the rear courtyard of the governnt office, not the forr mansion. You must be careful, don’t go anywhere, especially to the courtyard on the left. The new County Magistrate is no easy person to deal with. Don’t get in trouble! When your father arranges everything, that Eighth Master will be at your rcy."
Having reprimanded Su Yue’er, he turned and walked away.
Right now, he had more important things to deal with and didn’t have the patience to deal with her trivial concerns.
"Father, father!"
Su Yue’er called out anxiously, but she couldn’t call back the figure of Su Sikong hurrying away.
The thought of Eighth Master’s hateful face roused even more anger within her.
And her hatred for Su Pan’er deepened tenfold!
It was all that foolish girl’s fault!
If it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t have ended up like this. All the bla was hers, everything was her fault!
That damned girl! Only her death would give her peace!
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