The Humble Family s Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! - Chapter 572 - Chapter 572: Chapter 523, Playing the Villain for Once_1
Chapter 572: Chapter 523, Playing the Villain for Once_1
“Your family’s dishes are very lavish!”
After lunch, the young ladies from each household found acquaintances and scattered throughout the garden to chat and laugh. Dong Yuanyao led Daohua, Yan Yihuan, and a few others to rest in the pavilion.
Dong Yuanyao smiled and said, “You know the purpose of this banquet my family is hosting, so of course, we must showcase our strength.”
Sitting nearby, Yan Yihuan and Yan Yishuang darkened slightly upon hearing this.
Daohua leaned in close to Dong Yuanyao and whispered, “Have you taken a liking to anyone?”
Dong Yuanyao shook her head, “I don’t know about that, my mother and grandmother are very tight-lipped, revealing nothing at all.”
Daohua: “….perhaps your grandmother and mother are still considering someone back in Beijing.”
Dong Yuanyao: “That is also possible. My grandmother, you see, places a lot of importance on family background; since my father can’t inherit the Marquis Residence, my brother will have to make his own way in the future, and she would like his wife’s family to be able to support him.”
Daohua nodded, “That’s understandable, your grandmother certainly doesn’t want your family to fall too far behind your uncle’s.”
Dong Yuanyao sighed, “Isn’t that the truth! Although my grandmother has never thought to compete for the marquisate, she is always trying to outdo my uncle in her heart.”
While they were talking, Su Shiyu led several girls over.
The group exchanged greetings and then sat down to join the conversation.
Seeing that Yan Yihuan and the others looked somewhat bored, Daohua suggested, “If you’re bored, go take a walk.”
Yan Yile had been restless from the start, and at this suggestion, immediately took Yan Yihuan and Yan Yile by the hand. Yang Xiujun, feeling left out of Daohua’s conversation and not wanting to stay in the pavilion, stood up as well.
Before they left, Daohua instructed Yan Yihuan, “Take good care of Xiujun and your two sisters.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiujun’s brows furrowed imperceptibly.
What did Sister Yiyi mean by this? Did she think Xiujun would embarrass the Yan Family?
After they left, a few more people departed from the pavilion until only Daohua, Dong Yuanyao, and Su Shiyu remained.
With no one else around, Dong Yuanyao stopped pretending to be demure and slouched in her chair, “Finally, I can catch my breath.”
Daohua and Su Shiyu couldn’t help but chuckle at her relaxed posture.
Daohua looked at Su Shiyu, “Sister Su, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and Yuanyao and I plan to go see the lanterns together. Come with us.”
Su Shiyu nodded with a smile, “Sure.”
The three then talked about what they had each been doing lately, getting quite animated, when suddenly, they heard a commotion.
Dong Yuanyao furrowed her brow and stood up abruptly, “What’s happened?”
It’s a major taboo to have disturbances during a banquet, so Daohua and Su Shiyu also got up, “Let’s go have a look.”
They quickly walked toward the source of the noise.
The Dong Family’s garden was next to Chuihua Gate, and the commotion was coming from there. As the three approached, they saw many young ladies gathered around Chuihua Gate.
“Why are there male voices?”
Dong Yuanyao’s expression changed, and she picked up her skirt and hurried over.
Following behind, Daohua and Su Shiyu heard a delicate voice.
“Young Master He, An Xi has already apologized to you, please be generous and forgive him.”
“Humph, if I don’t forgive him, does it mean I lack magnanimity?”
Soon, the three of them reached Chuihua Gate.
At that moment, An Xi, still in makeup, was kneeling on the ground. In front of her stood a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old young man in brocade, furious. A few steps away, near the direction of Chuihua Gate, were Jiang Wanying and several other girls.
Daohua instantly understood: the young man in brocade intended to punish An Xi, and Jiang Wanying along with the other girls were pleading for mercy.
Just then, the sweaty owner of the Shuangxi Troupe arrived, and immediately began bowing and scraping to apologize to the young man in brocade.
Listening to the troupe owner’s abject apologies, the young man in brocade’s expression softened a little.
However, at this time, Jiang Wanying and several other young ladies also joined in begging for mercy, their words increasingly biased towards An Xi. In an instant, the face of the noble young man in brocade darkened once again.
“Look carefully; it was he who ran into this young master. Now, the lowly and filthy stench of his remains on me. What’s wrong with punishing him with a kneel?”
Immediately, a young lady disagreed, saying, “An Xi didn’t do it on purpose; why should Young Master He harp on it relentlessly?”
Young Master He grew even angrier, insisting that An Xi must be punished.
Suddenly, another young lady came forward to plead.
The head of the Shuangxi Troupe was on the verge of tears; he truly wanted to shout at the young ladies who were speaking out to stop making things worse.
People like Young Master He either wanted to vent their dissatisfaction or flaunt their sense of superiority. If only one were to appease him with humility and deference, once his anger subsided, they would naturally be let off the hook.
But these young madams insisted on coming out to beg for mercy; weren’t they just fanning the flames?
An Xi, kneeling on the ground, felt utterly powerless and disgusted.
Were these young ladies really pleading on his behalf?
Perhaps there were some, but he knew that they were more interested in using their pleas as an opportunity to capture the attention of the young masters in the front courtyard, spreading their reputation for kindness.
Every time he performed at the Marquis Residence, he would inevitably encounter such manipulative young ladies.
Dong Yuanyao, knowing the cause and effect, saw that more and more people were gathering around, felt extremely vexed. Standing at the Chuihua Gate, she addressed Young Master He, “Young Master He, since your clothes are dirty, I will immediately have a servant take you to the guest house to change. Rest assured, the clothes are all new.”
Seeing Dong Yuanyao intervene, Young Master He’s anger subsided a bit, “We’ll leave the matter of the clothes aside for now. Miss Dong, this person has collided with me; what do you plan to do about it?”
Dong Yuanyao frowned, annoyed by Young Master He’s relentless pursuit, and, seeing An Xi forcibly supporting himself on the ground, was at a loss for what to do at the moment.
Daohua looked at Dong Yuanyao thoughtfully and spoke out, “An Xi bumped into Young Master He; it is his fault. Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, it’s only right for Young Master He to punish him.”
At this, all the young ladies turned their gaze toward Daohua, their eyes filled with reproach.
Dong Yuanyao was also somewhat surprised.
Su Shiyu glanced at Daohua and, after a moment’s thought, understood and continued, “That’s well said. Since he bumped into someone and dirtied their clothes, it is both reasonable and appropriate for Young Master He to enforce a punishment.”
Seeing that a young lady supported him, Young Master He’s face brightened significantly.
The head of the Shuangxi Troupe also caught on and quickly said, “It’s An Xi’s fault; please punish him, Young Master He.”
Yet Young Master He hesitated, looking around at the young ladies surrounding him. If he were to punish too severely, it would not reflect well on his reputation. After some thought, he said, “Let’s just give him five strokes of the cane as a token gesture.”
Daohua immediately gave Dong Yuanyao a meaningful look.
Dong Yuanyao caught on and quickly called a servant to hold down An Xi, then looked at Young Master He, “To do it here for you to witness?”
Young Master He lifted his chin slightly, “That won’t be necessary. I trust Miss Dong.” With that, he left with his servant.
As the crowd dispersed, Dong Yuanyao sighed with relief, waved her hand to signal the servants to take An Xi away, and did not mention the caning.
The troupe head hurriedly went to support An Xi.
As An Xi stood up, his legs were shaking. Before leaving, he looked back at the young ladies by the Chuihua Gate and immediately spotted the figures of Dong Yuanyao and Daohua.
It was them!
No wonder their voices sounded so familiar.
…
The young ladies returned to the garden; along the way, Daohua and Su Shiyu received many dissatisfied looks from the others.
Jiang Wanying even came over to mock them, “Miss Yan and Miss Su really have hearts of stone.”
Immediately, another girl echoed with a sarcastic tone, “Some people only know how to flatter the mighty and trample the weak. An Xi is just an actor; his death would mean nothing, but Young Master He is different. Advisor He’s term has ended, and he will soon enter Beijing as the Minister of Punishments. Of course, one must ingratiate themselves well.”
Daohua and Su Shiyu exchanged a look and chose to ignore everyone’s mockery, directly leaving the crowd.
“We’ve become the villains.” Su Shiyu said mockingly of herself.
Daohua let out a sardonic laugh, “Don’t mind them; some people are just looking for a way to step down gracefully.” She smiled at Su Shiyu, “Sister Su, I didn’t expect our understanding to be so in sync.”
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