Volume 1: This Heart's Bent Chapter 19: You're Really Ugly!

  With a thud, Rong Chu was pushed down.

  Was knocked down in full view of everyone.

  He was pushed down by Tai Shi Lan in public.

  With a loud crash, people were shocked.

  Zhang Dàmǔbā was shocked.

  Zhang Dàmǔbā drank a mouthful of wind and was shocked.

  ……

  The crowd around them was shocked to the extreme silence, as if they had instantly turned into a zombie kingdom. The two who were pushed and fell, however, reacted as if they were aliens from another planet. The one who pushed, still holding onto the other's waistband, suddenly ripped it off with a "ripping" sound, tearing apart the soft, intricately embroidered double-layered light blue waistband around Rong Chu's waist.

  Tai Shi Lan pulled down his belt, didn't even glance at it, and casually tossed it aside. His actions were exactly like those of a ruffian about to take advantage of a weak woman, lacking only the standard lecherous grin and rubbing of hands, which caused another wave of shocked gasps to erupt from the crowd.

  The one who was pushed wasn't surprised at all, with an elbow propped on the thick carpet, he raised his delicate chin, adjusted the arc to a degree that could overthrow a country, and then blinked his eyes to ask Taishi Lan, "You think you can't win, so now you're going to use force on me?"

  "A gulp" sound, someone was swallowing saliva, of course not the woman, the women were busy covering their faces and eyes, peeking through their fingers, drooling, seemingly a robust man...

  Because Rong Chu's current styling is very seductive, very seductive.

  The green grass was like a carpet, the thick rug was luxurious. He wore a snow-white robe with dark gold embroidery on the hem, low-key yet dignified. The robe was in the latest style of Southern Qi, with a very large lapel that Taishi Lan pushed back and pulled out a diagonal arc - the collarbone was lightly exposed, exquisitely drawn, and the waist was slightly revealed, with tight lines.

  This figure and stature can tempt even the Empress Dowager.

  Tai Shi Lan didn't even give it a glance.

  She pushed Rong Chu down, grabbed a small knife for cutting meat, cut off a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, she casually wiped the knife with that exquisite waistband. The knife was sharp, and the waistband was thin and smooth. With just a few wipes, the waistband broke apart. Everyone present saw the "Tian Guang Yun Ying" waistband, which was worth a city and was the best embroidery in Suzhou, being torn to pieces by this crazy woman and thrown to the ground, and they all let out a sigh of unbearable pain.

  Tai Shi Lan kicked over the table in front of him with one foot, and the fruit and wine spilled all over the floor. He shouted: "You're really ugly!"

  Then he walked away with big strides, and as he left, he also picked up a large bunch of grapes from the rolling fruit on the ground.

  ……

  A group of scholars and gentlemen, elegant and virtuous ladies, have already felt that they cannot think.

  What does this mean?

  Was it all just for this?

  Is Duke of Jin really so ugly that he makes people and gods angry, making this Miss Tai's anger hard to suppress?

  Is there another hidden situation between the two of them? Is Miss Yu taking advantage of the opportunity to vent her anger and make things difficult for him?

  According to the usual logic of gossip, everyone instantly recognized one and derived from it such romantic and fragrant versions as "chaotic beginning and abandonment" "coercing civilians" "bullying with power", even the play was already set, the first act is called "The Windy National Public Under Anzhou Pinhua Re Cao; The Emotional Boudoir Show Later in the Back Garden Private Life", the second act is called...

  "What? You're not confident of winning, so you're shifting your anger to Guo Gong?" Yi Shiwei sneered, her voice sharp and cold.

  Tai Shi Lan strode up to the embroidered curtain, looked around in a circle, saw that there were no empty tents, and coldly said: "Prepare a tent for me!"

  "You're just a lowly woman, and you think you deserve to use embroidered bedding?" Yu Shiwei followed after her, coldly sneering in a shrill voice.

  Tai Shi Lan was just about to teach this woman a lesson, when suddenly, Yi Shi Tao jumped out from behind and pointed at Yi Shi Wei's tent, shouting: "Dismantle the tent!"

  "Chui Shi Tao, you dare!" Chui Shi Wei was unexpectedly furious, her face ashen.

  "I have the right to ask you to yield, my sister has the right to use your account!" Ti Shitao stepped forward, sticking close to Ti Shiwei's ear, and said sternly, "You're just a fourth house concubine-born child, while my sister and I are the legitimate children of the family master. You dare not yield? If you don't yield, I'll let all the officials and noble families in Anzhou evaluate this and recognize the style of our Ti family's fourth house!"

  Wei retreated a step back, completely unable to adapt and resist the suddenly sharp Tong siblings, her mouth agape.

  The distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is like a chasm, and it is also one of the basic moral foundations on which modern society relies for its existence and operation. Trying to challenge it makes you a public enemy, and not showing enough respect for it will also bring contempt from all walks of life.

  The Nai siblings, due to their biological mother's passing, were treated poorly by their stepmother. Nai Bo was particularly disliked and had lost favor in the household, often bullied by others. However, outside of the house, his status as a member of the Nai family still held weight, leaving no room for Nai Shiwei to resist.

  An old woman hastily walked over, whispered a few words in Wei's ear, and Wei's face turned pale. After a while, she slightly shifted her body, almost imperceptibly.

  The Bai brothers were also present, just on the men's side, closely watching the situation here. This was when they saw that things were not going well and sent someone to remind Wei.

  Tai Shi Lan smiled with satisfaction, patted Yi Shi Tao's shoulder in approval, and walked past the stiffly standing Yi Si Wei into the embroidered tent.

  Wei stood upright in front of the tent, as if she was guarding it for her. After a long while, she finally calmed down and furiously twisted her handkerchief, saying loudly: "…Don't be so smug! Let's see what you can embroider!"

  Inside is completely calm, everyone can see it, this is not called speechless, this is disdain.

  The strongest contempt is to regard as nothing.

  Jin Zhuang sat up on the couch, wearing his clothes, and gave Tai Shi Lan a push in front of everyone. He didn't seem to be angry, and there was even more smile at the corner of his mouth.

  When he sat up straight, his eyes seemed to glance down at the ground intentionally or unintentionally.

  There was a pile of pastries and fruit that had just fallen from the table, now being cleaned up by servants, everyone busy gathering things into baskets to change, no one thought much about it.

  A hint of a smile gradually floated up in Rong Chu's eyes - on the ground, it seemed like something was missing...

  What will she bring out after all? He suddenly became extremely curious...

  With a wave of his hand, one of the guards followed the gesture and went away, coming back after a while to whisper a few words in his ear.

  Rong Chu's expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

  The guard reported that she went in and ate grapes, then fell asleep.

  Can sleeping produce embroidery?

  Was she originally wearing exquisite embroidery? But looking at her simple and plain clothes, and a whole body of dishevelment, how could there be any gorgeous embroidered decorations?

  At this moment, everyone was eagerly waiting with bated breath, eating and drinking without a care, constantly glancing inside the embroidered curtain. Fortunately, Tai Shi Lan didn't keep everyone waiting for too long, and even appeared faster than imagined. As soon as the curtain moved, her cold voice came through.

  "Alright."

  At the door, Wei Siyi sneered and immediately said: "So fast? What's going on? Could it be that only a phoenix like a chicken is coming?" After finishing speaking, she felt very amused and burst out laughing.

  However, there was no one laughing around her, and the atmosphere was a bit unusual. Wei smiled for a while before realizing that something was off, and stiffly turned her head to follow everyone's gaze.

  Behind him, a hand stretched out from the tent, with slender fingers and an embroidered cloud-shaped fan between them, fluttering in the wind.

  The owner of the hand still spoke in a cold and detached tone, using a light and casual tone that was suffocating: "It's just this thing."