This pain is sowhat unfamiliar, yet so real, like sothing precious in the heart being forcibly taken away, a pain of the chest being torn open.
It’s very painful.
Jun Yu didn’t understand why he felt this way. And it was when he heard the news that Song Wei was getting married.
Logically speaking, his heart had already died a long ti ago! It shouldn’t hurt anymore.
Why would it still hurt because Song Wei is getting married?
He took a deep breath to relax a bit, then rubbed his aching chest, pretending to be indifferent, he said: "It’s a good thing that Miss Song is getting married, it’s just I wonder what kind of marriage Mr. Song has arranged for Miss Song? It must be sothing that made Hua Hua so anxious?"
His questioning carried a hint of probing.
Jun Yu inexplicably wanted to know who Song Wei was actually marrying.
Hua Hua shook her head, "What good thing? Miss suffered all kinds of bullying in that family since childhood, but never received any benefits."
Jun Yu: "......"
Hua Hua’s words pierced his heart again.
Miss Song is such a good person; why isn’t she appreciated?
"Even this engagent fell upon her because the eldest lady didn’t want it," Hua Hua said, crying pitiably, "If the other party were soone the sa age as Miss, it’d be fine, even if the family conditions were bad or life were tougher, at least the Miss would have a life there."
"But the other party is... is..." Hua Hua cried so hard that she couldn’t speak.
Jun Yu said, "Hua Hua, take a breath and tell ."
Hua Hua wiped her tears, cald herself a bit, and continued: "But the other party is a man over fifty, an old man with sons and daughters, not to ntion he has ten or more wives and concubines. If Miss really marries him, it’s like a sheep entering a tiger’s den; she won’t be able to preserve her life."
"What should my poor Miss do?"
Hua Hua slumped to the ground, crying bitterly, mourning like the sky is falling.
After coming to her senses, she wiped her tears clean, suddenly hugged Jun Yu’s tense leg, cleared her throat, and said to Jun Yu, "Sir, I beg you, please save our Miss’s life!"
Upon hearing the person Song Wei was to marry from Hua Hua, a thick murderous aura imdiately enveloped Jun Yu, surging as if about to erupt.
Hua Hua, holding onto Jun Yu’s leg, inexplicably felt sothing pressing on her, leaving her a bit breathless.
As Hua Hua hadn’t practiced martial arts, she didn’t know it was a murderous aura.
Hua Hua only felt her back cooling with an icy wind.
Jun Yu lowered his eyes to look at Hua Hua who was clutching his leg, his gaze colder than ever, "Hua Hua, get up and tell this matter in detail."
Hua Hua stood up.
Her calves were a bit numb from kneeling too long; her feet felt like stepping on cotton when she stood up, empty and without a foundation.
She nearly stumbled.
Jun Yu caught her, "Careful."
"Thank you, sir."
After steadying herself, Hua Hua stretched her legs, followed Jun Yu to the Eight Immortals table nearby and sat down.
eting Jun Yu’s inquisitive gaze, she spilled out all the words she had suppressed for a while.
"Sir, our master is a businessman, among scholars, farrs, artisans, and rchants, businessn have the lowest status. To facilitate business dealings and elevate the family’s status, the master decided to sacrifice Miss by marrying her to Mr. Li, the county magistrate, who is over fifty."
"That Mr. Li doesn’t like Miss at all; he only enjoys bringing concubines into his house one after another."
"So brought in didn’t even last three days before being tornted to death."
"Our Miss’s life is just beginning; she... she can’t be ruined!"
Hua Hua was heartbroken for Song Wei.
She wished she could marry instead of Song Wei.
She didn’t care if she lived or died, as long as Miss lived.
But Mr. Song and Madam Song watched too closely for her to substitute Miss.
"Alright, Hua Hua, stop crying," Jun Yu said, "I have a way to help your Miss. Go back and tell your Miss to eat well and drink well, don’t be sad anymore, I will certainly resolve this marriage for her."
"Sir, can you really?"
Hua Hua found it hard to believe.
Considering that this concerned her Miss’s life, she had to ask one more ti.
Having a clear assurance was best; if not, she would have to continue finding other solutions.
Jun Yu took out a waist card made of pure gold from his person, presented it before Hua Hua, and upon seeing it, Hua Hua’s eyes widened in astonishnt.
Jun Yu asked, "Do you still doubt?"
Frightened, Hua Hua knelt on the ground, even forgot to cry, nodded, and said, "No more doubt."
...
Next day, early morning.
Song Family was visited by a distinguished guest.
Who was this distinguished guest?
He claid to be the Seventeenth Prince of Dong Chu Kingdom, seeking an audience with Mr. Song.
Mr. Song, having traveled far and wide with his family for business for years, was considered a worldly man, yet this type of royal figure was beyond his reach due to his status and position.
Besides, this prince was not just anyone.
He was a prince of Dong Chu Kingdom, and also the brother of the Crown Prince, esteed by birth.
It’s noteworthy to ntion that Dong Chu Kingdom recently won a battle against Bei Xia.
Bei Xia not only lost, but also ceded Great General Fei Yuque, who would marry into Dong Chu Kingdom.
Marry in!
This is no ordinary disgrace!
But Bei Xia is powerless to change it, forced to accept this humiliation.
This indicates Bei Xia is appearing in decline.
Dong Chu Kingdom, on the other hand, is thriving with a promising future.
Mr. Song couldn’t help but think, if this prince of Dong Chu Kingdom fancied his daughter, the Song Family’s status would be greatly improved.
Soday even becoming the royal rchants of Dong Chu Kingdom could be possible.
With such thoughts in mind, Mr. Song, Madam Song, and their two daughters braved the chilling wind to personally welco this Seventeenth Prince at the Song Family’s gate.
Jun Yu stood with his back to the Song Mansion gate.
Dressed in black, exuding authority without anger. Half a silver-white mask on his face not only didn’t conceal his charm but added a touch of mystery.
Upon hearing others co out, he turned his head to look at them.
The group, carefully dressed, smiled at him, eyes filled with various desires.
Just one glance, he already felt irritated.
He took out a pure gold waist card proving his status as a prince, showed it to Mr. Song, and after Mr. Song saw and made a sycophantic inviting gesture, he walked straight towards the Song Mansion’s courtyard.
Upon entering the courtyard, it was clear that this rchant Mr. Song was indeed business savvy and wealthy.
The courtyard was four-entry, luxuriously decorated, exuding grandeur.
But it lacked elegance, having a nouveau riche sensation.
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