Chapter 10
Uninvited exes are a real headache.
What made matters worse was that when they said “that person has arrived in the city,” it turned out to mean he had been standing stiffly at the Anmu city gate since early morning, blocking both him and Shao Xiaoling right in the path.
Mu Guanghan truly was...
He knew he was unattractive, so he was always careful in front of those he liked; very few exes had ever seen his true face beneath the mask.
During that year in Wuheng, he never once removed even half of that mask in front of Wei Liuyi.
But now, just back from the military camp, he wasn’t wearing a mask, and his clothes were wrinkled and filthy from drinking and sleeping outdoors the night before.
Mu Guanghan recalled hearing Qingwei say that the most frustrating scenario when encountering an ex by chance after parting ways was to see oneself looking disheveled, unkempt, and poor.
Mu Guanghan: “...”
They must be talking about him right now.
In broad daylight, under a clear sky, facing an old flame, there was nowhere to hide.
Since things had come to this, he could only sigh quietly in his heart and give up trying to hide, boldly showing his face covered in poisonous tattoos in all its misery.
Fortunately, when it came to certain second-generation nobles, they still tended to give him face when necessary.
Although just moments ago Shao Xiaoling was sulking and racing ahead on horseback, upon seeing Wei Liuyi’s sullen expression below the city gate, he immediately dismounted and swung onto Mu Guanghan’s horse.
He then wrapped his arm around Mu Guanghan’s waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder and raising an eyebrow with a disdainful, provocative look toward Wei Liuyi, a face full of smug triumph.
Though overly deliberate,
it carried a teasing flavor of “I’m jealous, so I’m showing off—if you dare, come and bite me, I’ll annoy you to death.”
Wei Liuyi’s expression darkened further.
He wanted to say, “The relationship between the Marquis of Lozhou and the Lord of Yuehua City isn’t as perfect as the rumors suggest,” but the words stuck in his throat.
Mu Guanghan: “...”
At this point, since the young master of Lozhou was giving him face, he might as well lean back lazily and cooperate.
If he looked better, this would be a scene of a spoiled young master and his seductive lover having a wild night out, returning early to the city and flaunting an ultimate betrayal in front of an old flame—utterly humiliating and deliciously bitter.
But it wasn’t bad as it was.
He’d long wanted to try this: bring a handsome new lover, strut arrogantly, and show his old flame that there were still people willing to want him.
There were still those who saw him as worthwhile, who were willing to hold him.
Although in reality Shao Xiaoling was utterly indifferent, Wei Liuyi didn’t know that. Simply as decoration, the young master of Lozhou’s stunning beauty was worth flaunting!
Shao Xiaoling said, “The Marquis of Wuheng specifically came to see us as a couple—what business does he have?”
Wei Liuyi’s face was as cold as frost.
It was clear he was trying to maintain decorum, but his already chilly gaze turned icy upon looking at Mu Guanghan, who was comfortably leaning in someone else’s arms, as if staring at some heartless monster.
Mu Guanghan: “...”
Perhaps now, all three felt the other was “heartless.”
As the one being drained to the bone, he found it absurd, but on reflection, he could understand—
To be precise, it wasn’t understanding, but “experienced.”
After all, Wei Liuyi wasn’t the first to take advantage of his affection and recklessly expect special treatment as a given.
Nor was he the first to cling on with resentment and anger after Mu Guanghan tried to break away in despair.
Mu Guanghan had initially been bewildered, but gradually came to realize.
These people had been spoiled by his blind generosity and indulgent gifts, which had corrupted their tastes and greed.
So when he stopped giving mindlessly, they resented him.
Forgetting entirely that those gifts never truly belonged to them—they were just foolish acts of a madly infatuated Lord of Yuehua City, licking and licking without restraint.
Once the sycophant sobered up, the gifts disappeared.
One cannot expect fortune to favor them forever, relying on fools to keep handing over treasures!
...
Wei Liuyi said, “I have come this time to congratulate the young master of Lozhou on his wedding, and to bring a wedding gift.”
“I’ve heard that it is customary in Lozhou to hold the wedding and bridal chamber ceremony within a month after the bride is fetched.”
“One month is not long.”
“Liuyi wishes to stay temporarily in Lozhou to witness the ceremony.”
“...”
“...”
Shao Xiaoling sneered, his words quick and firm: “Fine! Since the Marquis of Wuheng honors us with his presence, the wedding date is set for the fifteenth of next month. If you have time, you’re welcome to stay and watch.”
Mu Guanghan didn’t even have time to stop him.
He’d be going off to war in less than a month anyway—let’s see how you manage to hold a wedding then!
But Wei Liuyi didn’t know this, and upon hearing the words, his eyes darkened with turbulent emotions: “Then I shall respectfully comply and stay in Lozhou for the time being. I recall that when Uncle Shao was alive, whenever Father-in-law visited, he stayed in the East Warm Pavilion of the Marquis’s residence?”
He coldly stared at Shao Xiaoling, daring him to allow it.
Who wouldn’t dare? Shao Xiaoling instantly got fired up: “You’re most welcome!”
If you want trouble, don’t blame us for giving it. We’ll be lovey-dovey in front of you daily, dragging this ugly monster around so you’ll be furious!
Thus,
one an uninvited guest, the other a false welcome—they reached a sort of agreement.
But Shao Xiaoling felt something was missing. Despite holding Wei Liuyi’s beloved and seeing the thin anger in Wei’s eyes, he should have felt victorious, yet somehow he didn’t feel completely triumphant—lacking that clear, satisfying bitterness.
Just then, Mu Guanghan suddenly spoke from his embrace.
“Marquis Wei, seeing you today suddenly reminded me of something.”
“It seems Wuheng still owes me a year’s medical fee.”
“...”
“...”
“Everyone knows that Young Master Ye is priceless in the heart of the Marquis of Wuheng. So I thought, the medical fee must not be too small, lest it insult Young Master Ye.”
“Eighty thousand stones of provisions in exchange for Young Master Ye’s life… Marquis Wei, what do you think?”
“Or a whole cartload of gold and silver, or Wuheng lending ten thousand troops to Lozhou, and if worse comes to worst, handing over two small border towns. Surely, with Marquis Wei’s deep affection for Ye Jintang, you wouldn’t begrudge even that?”
No one expected him to say such things.
Wei Liuyi’s pupils contracted sharply.
Shao Xiaoling was so shocked he pinched his thigh hard to stop himself from bursting into loud laughter.
Good grief.
This lion’s demand was truly something!
Shao Xiaoling recalled recently overhearing a storyteller at a tavern who, unlike others who joked about the Lord of Yuehua City, genuinely sympathized with him.
The storyteller often shook his head and sighed, “Though he seems to leave affection everywhere, in truth such deep feelings seldom last—he is truly a fool.”
What the storyteller meant was that such passionate and devoted people were rare and precious nowadays.
At this moment, Shao Xiaoling wished he could run over and tell that storyteller, “You didn’t expect it, but this so-called ‘fool’ still has tricks up his sleeve!”
Whoever wants to reconcile first must pay up.
If paid, then let him attend the wedding and shed tears for show. If not, some people won’t dare feign sentimentality or shamelessly stay in Lozhou, let alone attend the wedding.
Can you really do that?
Shao Xiaoling thought this was truly satisfying!
...
Shao Xiaoling remembered he had made a pinky promise with Mu Guanghan that the Marquis of Lozhou would support him “at critical moments.”
Now he was literally backing him up.
Literally “backing him up” by sitting on a horse behind him, propping up his waist, looking on with amused interest as he bargained with Wei Liuyi.
But...
Troops, money, and land were all a man’s weak spots.
Whether city or provisions, Wei Liuyi probably wouldn’t agree to give them, and lending troops was even more far-fetched—men were all the same; once “love” collided with real interests, it often counted for nothing.
Shao Xiaoling recalled his own past, when he might have had some true feelings for a dazzling courtesan.
When forced to part, they cried together.
But as the heir of Lozhou, how could he marry a courtesan?
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