Chapter 34 - The Fiancée from the Hehuan Sect
A fragrance.
Like clouds, like mist.
Like the pure fragrance of a young woman.
For so unknown reason, a slight sense of pity actually appeared in Song Yan's heart. Although this woman's appearance was pleasant, it was ultimately lacking in color. Let alone a stunning beauty like Luo Yuheng or Luo Tianyi, or a delectable beauty like Gu Banxia, even if she just had the appearance of an average, upper-middle-class woman, paired with that lodious voice and hazy fragrance, she could probably have beco a fem fatale in her own right.
Just then, a wave of coolness surged from behind him.
His body trembled slightly. As if affected by the coolness, the strange thoughts in his mind also disappeared.
A cool wind brushed his face.
A graceful white figure had appeared before his eyes. The hem of her dress fell gently. Who else could it be but his younger sister-in-law?
Her long and slender body stood quietly in front of Song Yan, blocking Yang Siyao's line of sight. A pair of dark black eyes silently stared at Yang Siyao, who was a few steps away, her gaze slightly scrutinizing:
"He is my..."
"...brother-in-law!"
"Do not co near."
Her voice was cold and clear, like a fairy who does not partake of the mortal world.
Behind her, Song Yan quietly let out a breath. Luckily, she had added the two words 'brother-in-law,' otherwise who knows what kind of rumors would have spread.
This younger sister-in-law's dramatic pauses are quite scary.
The younger sister-in-law was warning Yang Siyao not to do anything she shouldn't do to him…
Although Song Yan didn't think this woman could do anything, as she seed to be just an ordinary woman, his younger sister-in-law's level in martial arts was slightly higher than his... hmm, a tiny bit higher. Since she was acting this way, she must have her reasons.
In any case, for her to protect her brother-in-law like this, this brother-in-law is very moved.
Munch, munch…
A strange chewing sound broke the strange atmosphere of the scene. It was Daoist Priestess Yushuang, who had appeared at so point.
This Daoist Priestess wasn't very concerned with her bearing. She leaned lazily against the doorfra, her slender fingers holding an apple, taking small bites. Her sleeve naturally slid down her arm, revealing a section of crystal-clear wrist, like beautiful suet jade, that seed to emit light.
Ever since he learned that this Daoist Priestess Yushuang was already in her early thirties, Song Yan felt that her speaking voice sounded strange, like it was being faked.
Besides, her skin was far too good. Even a sixteen-year-old girl probably couldn't compare.
Although her posture was lazy, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, her dark black eyes also quietly landed on Yang Siyao.
Yang Siyao's expression was calm, only her eyelashes trembled slightly.
He always felt as if so kind of invisible contest was underway. A pity his cultivation level was too low, so he couldn't see anything.
Butler Wang quietly shot a look at Song Hongtao.
He was, after all, an old man who had assisted him for many years. I daren't say their minds were perfectly in tune, but Song Hongtao mostly understood what Butler Wang ant.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the disgust in his heart for Yang Miaoqing, as well as the urge to grab Yang Miaoqing by the neck and force this bitch to confess just how many lovers she had.
He lowered his head, and when he raised it again, it was already covered with a smile. For a person like Song Hongtao, controlling his facial expressions was a required course, although his grades weren't very good.
"Yan'er, this young lady is your mother's niece, your Fifth Brother's older cousin. She just arrived at the Duke's mansion this morning. Speaking of which, it's also fine for you to call her Elder Cousin."
The frozen water flowed again, as if the previous sharp confrontation had never happened.
The address 'Mother' was generally exclusive to the main mistress.
Just like Song Yan, although i Xue was his birth mother, under normal circumstances, he could only call her 'Concubine'. Otherwise, it would be overstepping his bounds and he would be punished.
The rules of large households were just this complicated.
It seems that Yang Shi's change in attitude in less than a morning was most likely related to this niece.
She's not simple.
Song Hongtao picked up the already cold tea, took a sip, and then put it down.
"Speaking of which, your mother plans to have Zhen'er marry Siyao. It can be considered strengthening family ties."
Originally, Song Hongtao also thought it was quite good. Although this woman was from a side branch, and was also born of a concubine, and wasn't exceptionally beautiful, she was well-versed in etiquette, gentle and elegant, and had the temperant of a proper young lady.
As for Song Zhen, he was uneducated and did evil. To be able to marry such a woman was being extrely lucky.
Moreover, they could also take the opportunity to deepen their relationship with the Yang family. Therefore, Song Hongtao's impression of Yang Siyao was quite good. But now he only felt waves of nauseating disgust, and the original good impression had vanished into thin air.
Male cousins, female cousins, and the like getting married was extrely common in this era, so there was nothing to be surprised about. In that case, this Yang Siyao was Song Zhen's fiancée.
The people in the room, although it's not pleasant to say, it probably wouldn't be a problem to describe them as 'each harboring their own sinister designs.' But on the surface, it was all harmonious.
I wonder if this counts as, 'The jade cups clink with a warm sound, while ice and charcoal stew together in the cauldron?'
Although Yang Shi's change was unexpected to Song Yan, he quickly adjusted his ntality. Even while pondering Yang Shi's purpose, he could still answer fluently. Yang Shi's face also remained covered with a smile. Perhaps because she had been smiling for a long ti, when she heard that Yang Guifang had been killed by Song Yan on the pretext of insulting his mother, her face beca stiff.
Luo Tianyi had never been interested in these things. Coupled with the influence of the stuffy weather, although she was sitting upright in her chair, her little head was nodding, as if she were agreeing with what others were saying.
There was a kind of dazed cuteness to her.
As for Yang Siyao, she had been very quiet all along.
Before they knew it, it was already noon. The sun was at its peak, and the white clouds were like cotton floss.
The imagined conflict ultimately never occurred. Just as they were about to leave, the sleeping Luo Tianyi, as if receiving so signal, suddenly lifted her head, her eyes having already recovered their clarity.
Yang Shi also finally rembered sothing: "Oh right, Zhen'er, quickly give that jade pendant back to Yan'er."
"Ai, I had told Zhen'er to return the jade pendant to you earlier. Who knew he was so careless and dragged it out until now. Yan'er, take a look, is it the one from back then?"
Although Song Zhen was reluctant, he ultimately still returned the jade pendant to Song Yan. For Song Zhen, although this jade pendant was nice, it hadn't reached the point of being a must-have. He just really enjoyed the thrill of plundering other people's things.
His fingers caressed it. The jade pendant was a luscious green, with a plum blossom on one side. After a long while, Song Yan smiled.
"I was too young then, and so many years have passed. I don't rember it very clearly. But this plum blossom side is unmistakable. It must be this one.”
"That's good," Yang Shi said with a smile. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, and escorting Song Yan, Luo Tianyi, and their party to the front courtyard, Yang Shi finally went to the back residence with Song Zhen and that Yang Siyao.
Song Hongtao silently gazed at the backs of the several figures, his eyes gloomy.
His truly filial son, Song Yan, had already laid bare all the truth before him. If he couldn't seize this opportunity, then he would have been the head of this family for decades for nothing.
The Yang family wants to plot for the Song family's Dukedom. I'd like to see who is the cicada, who is the mantis, and who is the oriole.
Inadvertently, his gaze fell on Yang Siyao. This woman looked truly fine from behind. Her figure was full and graceful, and as she walked, she swayed, like a slender willow in the wind, adding a special charm.
A pity. This woman is from the Yang family. A good-for-nothing like Song Zhen is truly unworthy of her. If she could be left for ...
Who knows if it was because of the weather, but Song Hongtao suddenly felt a wave of heat in his lower abdon.
A place that hadn't reacted for many years actually showed a sign of raising its head.
……
"Ninth Young Master, please wait a mont. The Old Master has one more thing to give you. This old one will go and fetch it now," Butler Wang said once they were outside the Duke's mansion.
After excusing himself, he left.
Song Yan let out a small breath, his gaze sweeping over the dozens of tall and burly household guards, as well as his younger sister-in-law and Daoist Priestess Yushuang. He had thought there was going to be a conflict and they would have to help fight, but in the end, they weren't needed.
"That Yang Siyao..."
Luo Tianyi tilted her head: "That woman... is very dangerous. Do not get close to her."
Song Yan was a little curious: "Is she very powerful?"
Luo Tianyi suddenly glared at Song Yan, leaving him bewildered.
Not far away, Daoist Priestess Yushuang let out a giggle: "Well, if we're just talking about strength, if you hit her with one punch, she'd probably cry for a long ti."
"But... she is from the Hehuan Sect."
Hmm???
The what sect?
This news was a bit explosive.
Song Yan suddenly beca a little curious. I wonder if that Song Zhen knows that he has a fiancée from the Hehuan Sect?
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