Volume One, Chapter 8: The First Encounter with the Eldest Young Master as the Third Young Lady

Ji Yu merely lifted his slender leg and walked outward without saying whether he agreed or not.

Assistant Minister Yun was unsure of Ji Yu’s true attitude and sighed deeply in his heart.

This matter was originally the fault of his disappointing son, which allowed that stubborn old Lin Zheng to have leverage over him. Now, he wasn’t even sure if it had compromised the eldest son’s plans. But after all, he was his only son; he couldn’t just turn a blind eye.

It seemed he had no choice but to hope that Xiang’er would subtly persuade him.

After seeing Ji Yu off and watching his departing figure, Assistant Minister Yun felt like a heavy stone was hanging over his heart, unsettled and unresolved.

However, the madam and Xiang’er still did not know the true identity of the eldest son.

He stroked the beard hanging from his chin, his expression grave.

Well, well, perhaps it was better this way—avoiding any mishaps.

Recalling what Assistant Minister Yun had said earlier in the study, a faint gleam flickered across Ji Yu’s eyes.

When he first agreed to the marriage, it was because he saw Yun’s timid yet insatiably greedy nature—after all, how else could he have risen from a minor county official to Assistant Minister of Revenue?

Such a person was easier to control and had a gambler’s mindset.

Before exchanging the marriage notice, he deliberately spread rumors that unintentionally revealed his true identity, and sure enough, Assistant Minister Yun took the bait.

A disdainful smirk curled at Ji Yu’s lips, letting out a derisive laugh.

Hah, Yun family’s second son—what a disgusting creature unworthy of his attention. A worthless man who couldn’t control his desires, spending his days loitering in brothels with no ambition; only Assistant Minister Yun treated him like a treasure.

But since his “father-in-law” had spoken, how could he stand idly by?

As for when to intervene—that depended entirely on his mood.

Ji Yu sneered coldly, his almond-shaped eyes lowering to conceal the light within, exuding a wicked, seductive charm, like a dark god worshipped among the common folk.

Just as he lifted his foot to cross the garden toward the front hall, a faint voice drifted from afar: “Mama Li, Hongying must stay to care for me and can’t be made to do such rough work. Even if you intend to torment someone, there should be limits.”

That voice… Ji Yu’s expression immediately grew guarded.

How was it so much like the cry his young wife had uttered that night in bed?

Before he could ponder further, a harsh voice rang out—seemingly the old housekeeper beside Yun Xiang: “Third Miss, if Hongying made a mistake, she must be punished. Serving the mistress doesn’t exempt her from discipline.”

Afterward, the one called Mama Li sneered again: “Third Miss, you’re young and have never been entrusted with managing the household. I’ve assisted the madam with housekeeping for many years; it’s my duty to help you teach a lesson to any insolent maid.”

There was no reply from the Third Miss for a long moment.

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