CHAPTER 503: CHAPTER 503: EXTREME

If Prince NanAn and Chu Shun were just going to the Prince Yun Mansion, there’s nothing worth reporting.

But they are going to the Prince Yun Mansion to help Su Chong snatch Princess Fu Yun, opposing the Heir of Duke Chong.

After the servant finished reporting, the face of the Heir of Duke Chong seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

That unlucky window that got punched once was implicated by Prince NanAn and punched again.

"This matter can never be left like this!" said the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng, fanning the flames.

In the room, besides the Heir of Duke Chong, there were the Heir of Wu’an Bo and the Eldest Young Master of the Minister of War.

How could this matter be left unresolved?

This is a grievance over stealing a wife!

Among the noble ladies in the Capital, only Princess Fu Yun has caught the eye of the Heir of Duke Chong.

Unexpectedly, in the end, she was snatched by Su Chong.

He’s stolen all his limelight, making him the laughing stock of the Capital, and now he’s even come to steal his woman.

This is courting death!

Killing intent flowed in the eyes of the Heir of Duke Chong.

The Heir of Wu’an Bo, still with bruises on his face, looked at the Heir of Duke Chong, and said, "Mr. Su can hold his own against Prince NanAn and them; we are not his match."

The grudge of yesterday’s beating hasn’t been avenged, and now there’s Su Chong added to it.

The Heir of Wu’an Bo was a bit overwhelmed.

But could the Heir of Duke Chong take revenge on Su Chong while they stand by?

If they couldn’t stand by, they had to be prepared to be beaten.

The Heir of Wu’an Bo hoped that the Heir of Duke Chong could abandon this thought.

"The Heir of Wu’an Bo just boosts others’ morale while diminishing our own!" said the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng.

The Heir of Wu’an Bo looked at the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng, "It seems that the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng is certain of victory."

The Heir of Uncle Yongcheng’s face stiffened.

The Heir of Duke Chong looked at him.

The Heir of Uncle Yongcheng’s gaze flickered as he came up with a plan.

He looked at the Heir of Duke Chong and said, "Why do we need to confront Mr. Su head-on? We should regain face from where it was lost. The key still lies with Princess Fu Yun."

The Eldest Young Master of the Minister of War looked at the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng, "You mean to cook the rice until it’s done?"

"If that’s not enough to quell Brother Shangguan’s anger, we can vent this anger on someone else from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion," said the Heir of Uncle Yongcheng.

He leaned in and whispered a few words to the Heir of Duke Chong.

A determined glint flashed in the eyes of the Heir of Duke Chong.

Thinking of something, the Heir of Duke Chong picked up the folded fan on the table and returned to the Duke Chong’s Mansion.

He went straight to Shangguan Feng’er and asked, "Are you planning to go to Qianhe Lake for an outing?"

Shangguan Feng’er looked at the Heir of Duke Chong, "Brother, Princess Fu Yun has been snatched away, and you still have the heart to play?"

"How could my person be snatched by him?" replied the Heir of Duke Chong coldly.

After sharing his thoughts with Shangguan Feng’er, Shangguan Feng’er said, "Princess Yining from the Prince Yu Mansion invited me to Qianhe Lake, but it’s so hot that I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ve already declined her."

"I don’t know if Princess Fu Yun will go either."

The maid urged, "Miss, you must help the young master."

"You don’t have to say it; I’ll go ask at Prince Yu Mansion," said Shangguan Feng’er.

Shangguan Feng’er stood up and left with the maid.

Outside, it was hot, with the sun scorching the earth.

After walking for a while, Shangguan Feng’er could barely bear it.

The maid followed behind, fanning her.

Shangguan Feng’er wiped her sweat and said, "He’s my real brother; if it were someone else, I wouldn’t be running around for them."

"When I return, he must give me a set of hair accessories."

The maid laughed, "Once the young master wins the beauty, he should get you ten sets, not just one."

"The Eldest Young Master thinks he can compete with the young master for Princess Fu Yun; isn’t that wishful thinking?"

The master and servant chatted and laughed as they walked away.

No one noticed a maid in the distance wiping the corridor.

The maid looked up, watched them walk away.

Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

The Duchess of Chong happily reported the news of Su Chong’s engagement to Old Duke Chong.

Although Old Duke Chong couldn’t speak, one could feel his joy from his face.

The Duchess of Chong was eager for Su Chong to marry Princess Fu Yun soon.

She looked at Mrs. Tang and said, "Younger sister-in-law, what about Tingting’s marriage?"

Mrs. Tang smiled, "Elder sister-in-law asked me but asked the wrong person."

"I have lived in Qingyun Mountain for a long time, not very familiar with the marriage customs of the Capital. When Jinjim’s marriage was handled hastily and messily, for Chongchong’s marriage, the elder sister-in-law should take the lead, and I will assist. The Marquis’s requirement is to handle it grandly and decently, without disgracing the Duke Chong’s Mansion and Dongxiang Marquis Mansion."

With the Duchess of Chong helping prepare the wedding feast for Su Chong, Mrs. Tang was completely at ease.

Moreover, since the Duchess of Chong is Su Chong’s biological mother, with such a major event of her son marrying a bride, Mrs. Tang felt it would be inappropriate for her alone to take the helm.

Mrs. Tang wasn’t one to adhere rigidly to formalities; as long as Su Chong married a wife, she wouldn’t care how it was done.

Mrs. Tang considered the Duchess of Chong, and the Duchess of Chong considered Mrs. Tang.

Although she was Su Chong’s birth mother, Mrs. Tang had raised Su Chong for fifteen years, nurturing him carefully, treating him as her own son.

Now that her son was getting married and as a mother, she couldn’t preside over it, the Duchess of Chong feared Mrs. Tang might feel uncomfortable.

As long as her son was safe and successful, she would be satisfied.

Both modest towards each other, Mrs. Li, the doctor’s wife, couldn’t stand it and suggested each manage half.

This suggestion was gladly accepted by Mrs. Tang.

Thus—

The Duchess of Chong was responsible for preparing the betrothal gifts.

Mrs. Tang was responsible for organizing the wedding feast.

After Doctor Li had finished the acupuncture on Old Duke Chong, the two ladies took their leave from Old Duke Chong, discussing and leaving the courtyard.

Not long after, a maid rushed over, bowed, and said, "Madam, there’s news from the Duke Chong’s Mansion."

The Duchess of Chong’s brows furrowed slightly, "What news?"

"The young master is unwilling to let the eldest young master snatch Princess Fu Yun away and wants to take her back," the maid replied.

The smile on the Duchess of Chong’s face froze. She looked at Mrs. Tang, worried, "What should we do about this?"

"Elder sister-in-law, don’t worry. This small matter, Chongchong will handle it. Elder sister-in-law only needs to prepare the betrothal gifts," Mrs. Tang smiled.

Mrs. Tang’s calm reaction made the Duchess of Chong feel she was too anxious.

When she returned to her room, the maid who reported to Su Chong was just coming back.

"What did the eldest young master say?" asked the Duchess of Chong.

"The eldest young master said ’he knows,’" the maid replied.

"And then?" the Duchess of Chong pressed.

"There was no ’then.’

"What is the eldest young master doing?"

"Carving wood."

"....."

The Duchess of Chong had a headache.

Others were trying to snatch his bride; he still had the heart to carve wood. What’s more important, after all?

Inside the study.

Su Chong looked at the finished wooden hairpin with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

After ruining many wooden hairpins, he finally made one he was satisfied with.

Thinking about what the maid had reported.

Su Chong thought of Xie Jingchen.

He and Xie Jingchen seemed to be on opposite extremes.

Xie Jingchen was worried about his bride going out and snatching people.

He had to worry about his bride being snatched when going out.

Not everyone is like his sister, where whoever provokes her ends up suffering instead.

He wondered whether Princess Fu Yun would fall for it?