The entrance of Huang Mansion was seldom busy, but today, within monts, a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered.
The two at the center of attention were none other than Cheng Haoxuan, the renowned young master of Red Smoke Pavilion from the Capital city, and Huang Jiashan, the gentlemanly progeny longed for by maidens in seclusion.
Those two graceful noblen scuffled like six or seven-year-old children, their fists bare, even tumbling to the ground, to the shock of all the onlookers.
The young servant guarding the door had just snapped out of his shock when, before he even had the chance to report the eldest son’s unusual behavior to Madam of the Huang family, the two n’s war had already neared its end.
Cheng Haoxuan and Huang Jiashan both laid on the ground, disheveled, their once pristine clothes now dirty and tattered, with Huang Jiashan’s robe even torn open at the chest, a piece of cloth flamboyantly waving in the breeze.
How could the young servant be in any mood to report back to Madam Huang? He imdiately joined other servants who had rushed to the entrance, ushering away the crowd of onlookers.
While they busily mopped their brows with sweat, the two lying on the ground leisurely started a conversation.
"Hmph, after all these years, you are still the sa, no improvent,"
Cheng Haoxuan, too exhausted to even flicker his eyelids, managed to snort disdainfully through his nose, eliciting an eye-roll from Huang Jiashan.
"You’re one to talk. Tell , after all these years of absence, why did you suddenly show up today? I thought you were still too proud to scuffle with , just like when we were kids!"
To be honest, when the young servant reported that the person he had been waiting for ten years had suddenly shown up, Huang Jiashan was so thrilled he tore the book in his hands.
The tussle that just occurred was exhilarating, but now as the dust settled, Huang Jiashan puzzled over nearly a decade without any sign of Cheng Haoxuan visiting him.
Even after hearing that Madam Cheng brought that guy to the Capital city and still no visit, he had assud the fellow had truly forgotten their childhood pact!
Cheng Haoxuan pursed his lips, a fleeting gleam in his eyes, and rather than answering, he retorted, "The pact we made that day, do you still rember it?"
Huang Jiashan took a deep breath, his mouth filling with the taste of dirt, his nose itching, his voice muffled: "Of course, I rember."
Back when they were just kids, Cheng Haoxuan was raised by Madam Cheng in a rural estate; coincidentally, a smaller estate owned by the Huang family was nearby. Huang Jiashan, for being disobedient in the mansion, had been sent by Old Master Huang to live there for so ti.
Thus, the two boys of seven or eight years t by chance.
Their grudge began with Cheng Haoxuan’s heritage; village kids all knew he was an adopted child, called him unwanted, and refused to play with him.
Not only did Huang Jiashan, spoiled and pampered since childhood, join in the taunts, but he even fought with him.
Yet Huang Jiashan, less sturdy than Cheng Haoxuan who had grown up on the estate, was predictably defeated.
But with the fierce pride of a child, he gave Cheng Haoxuan the small wooden plaque he carried and challenged him to another fight.
He had thought Cheng Haoxuan would scorn such a challenge; instead, today he had proactively sought it.
"I said, if you manage to beat down again, I’ll grant you a request,"
Cheng Haoxuan’s eyebrows quirked, his lips curling slightly: "Seems there was more to it, wasn’t there?"
Huang Jiashan curled his lip and continued: "That’s right, ’fulfill any request, no matter what it is, even if it’s to make ...’ Hey! You’re not seriously considering making die, are you?"
Huang Jiashan’s voice grew louder, and the onlookers who had just been sent away couldn’t help but turn back to look, fearing they might miss so thrilling developnt.
Cheng Haoxuan scoffed, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly: "What good is your life to ? I’m not interested! Enough chitchat, my condition is..."
As he spoke, Cheng Haoxuan summoned the strength from who knows where and sat up abruptly from the ground, staring fixedly at Huang Jiashan, who still lay there stunned, and said deliberately: "You are not to marry Tian Xuan!"
Peace returned to the entrance of Huang Mansion, Huang Jiashan, unbothered by his ragged attire, watched Cheng Haoxuan’s receding figure with great interest.
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