The distance between eternal glory and lasting infamy is often no thicker than a sheet of paper.
Jiang Residence.
“Yun’er, have you lost your mind?”
“Father, Mother, I am in good health and sound mind. Please don’t get upset—listen to me patiently.”
“You brat! You even look down on the Secretary’s niece? And you’re only a mere sixth rank official.”
“Father, don’t look down on us sixth ranks just because you’re fifth rank.”
Jiang Zhongcheng was so agitated that he was stomping around, searching everywhere for something to hit with. When he came out of the kitchen, he was clutching a rolling pin.
“I’ll beat you to death, you rebellious—”
Jiang Qingyun rested his hand on the sword hilt, expressionless.
In an instant—
The fierce Jiang Zhongcheng deflated, standing awkwardly with the rolling pin in hand, unsure of what to do.
...
“Young Master, Master is only looking out for your good. The Secretary’s niece is already betrothed; marrying her will surely smooth your official path in the future,” Wanqiu gently advised.
Smack—
Lady Wen approached and delivered a solid slap.
“The important matters of this household are no place for a mere concubine to speak up. You’re to return to your room and kneel for half an hour. Wu Ma, watch over her.”
“Yes, madam, rest assured.”
Wu Ma had followed Lady Wen from their home in Changzhou County and clearly knew the hierarchy.
Outside the main hall, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing sturdy arms, signaling very clearly: if Wanqiu, this newly arrived concubine and former opera singer, refused to kneel, she would step in.
Household power struggles logic:
Behind Wu Ma stood the lawful wife and the legitimate son—ordered to suppress a lowly opera concubine, it was nothing unusual.
...
“Yun’er, your father is right. Marrying the Secretary’s niece means gaining a powerful ally. Rejecting this marriage only adds another enemy. Mother doesn’t quite understand—what exactly are you thinking?”
“Secretary Hong is a traitor to the throne.”
“There are plenty of traitors in our Qing Dynasty; that’s no reason,” Lady Wen reasoned clearly.
“The political situation is about to change; Secretary Hong will be sidelined.”
“That’s somewhat of a reason, but still a stretch. Even if Hong is disgraced and his power wanes, he remains a pinnacle that ordinary officials admire. The former Ming officials are scattered throughout the court, and the southwestern Ming army still clings on. No matter how foolish the court is, they wouldn’t kill Secretary Hong like a used horse.”
Seeing how sharp his mother was, Jiang Qingyun sighed.
“I’ll be honest—please don’t get upset.”
“Speak.”
“I’ve set my eyes on the daughter of a convoy master. She is highly skilled in martial arts, robust and full-bodied, simple and strong, with a masculine aura—truly a fitting match.”
The room fell silent for at least thirty breaths.
Jiang Zhongcheng suddenly shouted, “Bring me my great sword! I’ll cut down this rebellious son!”
In an instant, all the servants vanished without a trace.
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