CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 508: BEWILDERED

Mr. Su sat before a table full of dishes, chewing on white rice, as tasteless as chewing wax.

His keen ears picked up his little brother chatting idly under his bed; he heard every word clearly.

He wanted to give him a beating, but feared it would blow up, and soon everyone would know about his embarrassing situation.

But he felt that everyone at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, including Little Black, already knew.

Couldn’t they spare his thin skin a little?

He kept chewing his rice and said, "There are mice under the bed."

Mice?!

Young Master Su’s expression remained unchanged.

But there were two lagging behind him.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince were startled, their heads banging against the bed board, stars dancing in their eyes, tears streaming.

After climbing out, they sat on the ground holding their heads.

Young Master Su lay under the bed, holding his forehead.

The Ninth Prince looked at Young Master Su, "Aren’t you coming out?"

Young Master Su looked at them, "Are you guys stupid? What kind of mouse is so bold it doesn’t run away when it sees people?"

"My big brother is just trying to scare you."

Mr. Su glanced over, shoveling rice, and said, "There are no mice, but there are one or two cockroaches."

Whoosh!

Young Master Su swiftly crawled out.

His speed left Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince stunned.

The two stared at him as Young Master Su’s face turned beet red.

He walked up to Su Chong and said, "Brother, you went too far!"

"After bullying my future sister-in-law, you’re bullying me too; have you forgotten the ancestral teachings of Qingyun Mountain?!"

Su Chong was speechless.

Who’s bullying whom?

He looked at Young Master Su and said, "Why not give your big brother some face and join me for this meal?"

Young Master Su snorted through his nose, "No face given!"

Then he stormed off.

Su Chong looked at the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen.

The two, rubbing their foreheads without looking sideways, chased after Young Master Su.

They didn’t want to be salted to death.

Young Master Su went to find Marquis Dongxiang, "Dad, I want to go out tomorrow."

"What for?" Marquis Dongxiang asked.

"I want to see my future sister-in-law," Young Master Su said.

Marquis Dongxiang glanced at him and said, "Forget it. Your big brother just scared her; if you go again, she might get too scared to marry."

Young Master Su’s face flushed, "I won’t scare sister-in-law."

Marquis Dongxiang didn’t believe him.

And so, Young Master Su’s request to leave the mansion failed.

But he didn’t give up on the idea of getting along with his future sister-in-law.

He returned to his courtyard, prepared the writing desk, and got ready to write a letter to his future sister-in-law.

The Ninth Prince ground the ink; Young Master Shen watched him, "What are you going to write?"

Young Master Su thought, "It might not be enough to vent sister-in-law’s anger; I need to do something."

The Ninth Prince looked at him, "What do you plan to do?"

Young Master Su’s eyes shifted, and he jumped from the chair, pulled out his saw, and took the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen to Su Chong’s room.

After dinner, Su Chong was reading in the study.

Young Master Su sneaked in with the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen, lit a candle, pulled off Su Chong’s bedding, and started sawing the bed board.

After quite a bit of work, he satisfiedly put the bedding back in place.

The Ninth Prince’s mouth twitched.

Never seen someone so quick to betray their own.

No wonder he was tirelessly seeking his future sister-in-law’s protection.

Because he kept seeking trouble daily.

This beating could have been avoided, but he insisted on provoking Brother Su.

They were mere bystanders, definitely not accomplices.

"What if your brother wants to hit you?" Young Master Shen asked.

Young Master Su sat on the bed, saying, "This time, my brother won’t hit me."

"Are you sure?" The Ninth Prince was skeptical.

Young Master Su clapped his hands, "Of course not, my brother already embarrassed himself. I’m helping sister-in-law vent; if he hits me, isn’t he afraid I’ll complain to sister-in-law after she’s married in?"

"Besides, I got my mom and aunt’s approval to help sister-in-law vent."

Young Master Su appeared utterly fearless.

He had to show his brother he couldn’t be scared!

Saw in hand, Young Master Su and the others left, and as they closed the door, Young Master Su paused, "Wait for me a bit."

He went back inside.

The Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen fed plenty of mosquitoes and urged him several times before Young Master Su came out.

The group quietly left.

However, this scene was witnessed entirely by the servant.

The servant chose to ignore it.

Su Chong finished reading, bathed, and returned to his room.

Feeling a bit thirsty, he picked up the tea to drink.

Taking a small sip first, since it wasn’t salty, he then drank eagerly.

Having been salted so many times, drinking tea might leave him with a mental shadow.

There were still thin lines on the floor of the room.

Su Chong massaged his forehead.

How old was his little brother, still playing these childish pranks on him?

Going through several challenges, Su Chong reached the bed, lifted the quilt, found no mouse trap, and no basin overhead.

Mr. Su confidently undressed and went to bed.

Lying in bed, thinking about today at Qianhe Lake, he raised his hand to cover his face, unable to sleep.

One side of the bed went warm, so he moved further inside; just as he rolled over.

With a thud.

The man, along with the quilt, fell to the floor.

Su Chong, "...."

Just like Su Chong, Princess Fu Yun also didn’t sleep well that night.

In the morning, too sleepy, she finally drifted off.

When the sun was high, she was sleeping soundly when maid Shanhu woke her up.

"Princess, wake up," Shanhu called.

Princess Fu Yun drowsily opened her eyes, Shanhu said, "Young Master Su from Marquis Mansion sent you a letter."

"Young Master Su?" Princess Fu Yun’s sleepiness halved.

"Princess heard right, it’s from Young Master Su," Shanhu replied.

Princess Fu Yun blushed slightly.

Afraid of disappointing the princess, Shanhu chuckled, "Since a letter from Young Master Su arrived, can Mr. Su’s letter be far behind?"

Princess Fu Yun blushed crimson, "If you tease me again, I’ll have someone flog you."

Shanhu quickly pleaded not guilty, but as she delivered the letter, still dared to say, "There might be a chance it’s a letter from Mr. Su, just sent under Young Master Su’s name."

Princess Fu Yun was really about to chase Shanhu to hit her.

Shanhu quickly handed her the letter.

Princess Fu Yun glanced at the letter.

Her eyes lingered briefly on the misspelled characters: To Princess Floating Clouds.

He just went ahead and changed her title.

She unfolded the letter.

Took out the letter inside.

Princess Fu Yun gave it a quick look and was dumbfounded by Young Master Su’s greeting of "sister-in-law."

She wasn’t even married yet, and he was already calling her sister-in-law.

The people at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion were a bit too casual, weren’t they?

Going further down, Princess Fu Yun couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Shanhu didn’t understand why her princess was laughing, peeked, and was amused to tears by the drawing at the end of the letter.

The letter depicted Su Chong falling off the bed, stuck between the bed and the ground.

Su Chong’s bewilderment was perfectly captured.

Vividly realistic.

"Young Master Su is really amusing," Shanhu couldn’t help but say.

The letter detailed the salting incident with Su Chong, fearing Princess Fu Yun wouldn’t believe it, it noted witnesses were the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen.

Both had even pressed handprints, guaranteeing Young Master Su’s words were true.

This letter was written in all seriousness.

Taking a serious tone akin to testimony from the Ministry of Justice.

And it ended with a sincere little request—

Hoping Princess Fu Yun could make a pair of small shoes for Su Chong.

Princess Fu Yun, "...."

Although it was a request from Young Master Su for Princess Fu Yun to give Su Chong a hard time.

But Princess Fu Yun really didn’t have the guts for that.

She looked at Shanhu and said, "Should I reply to Young Master Su saying I can’t make shoes?"

"Princess, this is your future brother-in-law’s first request, you can’t just not fulfil it," Shanhu said seriously.

Although Shanhu hadn’t met Young Master Su, she was already firmly on his side.