Chapter 16: (Catching Bugs)

The servants of the Shen family were nimble and quickly arranged the octagonal pavilion in the garden. Cushions made of woven golden brocade were laid on the seats by the railing. Above the pavilion hung sun-shading bamboo blinds made from Xiangfei bamboo, their height adjustable by cords. As the breeze stirred them, they rustled softly, evoking a clear poetic charm.

On the stone table were delicately shaped snacks that wouldn’t dirty one’s hands, served on exquisite official kiln porcelain plates. Their glaze was crystal clear, appearing even more translucent under the sunlight. Though the pavilion was small, its arrangement was saturated with the opulence and luxury befitting a noble household, seemingly intended as a show of power to Qi Xiuyuan.

Qi Xiuyuan wore a slightly faded blue embroidered shirt, with no jade pendants or scented sachets at his waist. His long hair was tied neatly with a simple peachwood hairpin. Despite entering the Shen estate—where orderly servants, flowing streams, and winding corridors created an elegant garden—he sat calmly in the pavilion, surrounded by precious objects, neither humble nor arrogant, his expression dignified and composed.

With Zhao Lan absent, Shen Hang and Lady Liu hid behind a nearby pomegranate tree, observing Qi Xiuyuan and the two Shen brothers discussing the classics. Lady Liu leaned against him, whispering, “Cousin, your eye for talent is impeccable. Qi Xiuyuan can remain unjealous and composed even in a nest of wealth and power. His character is upright; he is destined for a great future.”

Shen Hang, pleased with the praise, responded confidently, “Right? Luckily, I acted quickly!” Several of his colleagues had daughters of marriageable age but, upon hearing of Qi Xiuyuan, they shook their heads, citing his modest family background and lack of connections at court as reasons not to let their daughters suffer hardship by marrying into his household.

Shen Hang dismissed these concerns. No money? His daughter had a dowry. No connections? He himself was a Minister, and the Minister’s father-in-law was also the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate—weren’t these all family? Confident, Shen Hang believed he had found a rare prize.

Clearing his throat, he said to Lady Liu, “I’ll have Ming’an and Mingda called away. When the time is right, have Yier stroll near the pavilion.” His Song Yi was both talented and beautiful; he was sure Qi Xiuyuan would be captivated upon seeing her.

*

Qi Xiuyuan conversed amiably with the two Shen brothers. More precisely, he and Shen Ming’an, the eldest son, had a natural rapport. Ming’an was gifted in scholarship, and their discussion, full of references to the classics, felt like a meeting of kindred spirits.

As for the younger brother, Shen Mingda—he was good-natured, listening with a cheerful smile even when the topics were over his head. He showed no boredom or resentment and happily poured tea for the others.

When the conversation wound down, Shen Ming’an rose and said, “Editor Qi, Mingda and I need to fetch some things from the front courtyard. Please stay here a while and enjoy the view; we’ll be back soon.” Qi Xiuyuan nodded in agreement. Ming’an chuckled as he half-carried the dazed Mingda away.

The warm breeze wafted through the pavilion, bringing a faint floral fragrance. Qi Xiuyuan sat calmly in the center, his slender, well-defined fingers holding a teacup, sipping leisurely with a relaxed air.

Behind her was a large cluster of roses, white and pink blossoms densely forming a floral wall. Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps came, and Qi Xiuyuan’s ears twitched.

“Editor Qi is truly handsome. Congratulations to the Second Miss for finding such a fine husband!” a maid cheerfully remarked.

“What’s there to celebrate?” a low, resentful female voice replied. “I am but an unloved illegitimate daughter. As a concubine’s child, my status is low. The madam regards us mother and daughter as thorns in her eye, eager to send me away soon to get me out of her sight.”

The maid seemed flustered, softly urging, “But Editor Qi is truly a good person. After the young lady marries him, the best days are yet to come.”

“For me, perhaps,” the woman sighed, “but not necessarily for him. A man of Qi Xiuyuan’s character and talent deserves my utmost admiration. Precisely because of this, I cannot hinder his future. If he wishes to advance in officialdom, he should marry a noble-born daughter from a prestigious family to support him. At the very least, someone like my third sister—our father and mother’s beloved youngest legitimate daughter, whose uncles hold posts in several ministries, and whose maternal grandfather is the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate—that is the ideal legitimate wife.”

“Our father, unwilling to marry off the third sister to him, chose me, a lowly concubine’s daughter, as a substitute…”

Their voices faded along with their footsteps, disappearing into the breeze.

Qi Xiuyuan set down his cup, lightly stroking the rim with his fingertip, a mysterious smile tugging at his lips.

If she truly didn’t want to marry, why beat around the bush with so many words? It was… quite hypocritical.

Qi Xiuyuan suddenly rose and walked out of the pavilion with deliberate calm, returning to the front courtyard to bid farewell to Shen Hang.

Shen Hang was surprised. “Didn’t we agree you’d stay for dinner? Why are you leaving so soon?”

“I forgot to inform my mother before leaving. I fear she would worry, so it’s better to return early.”

The plan disrupted, Shen Hang hastily asked, “Mingzhi, I greatly admire your talents. My second daughter is of marriageable age and matches you well. Not to boast, but she is truly talented and beautiful, gentle and courteous, understanding, and good at managing the household…”

Before Shen Hang could finish his praise, Qi Xiuyuan cut him off decisively.

“Thank you for your kindness, Lord Shen, but marriage is a matter for parents to decide. My mother is already arranging a match for Mingzhi.”

The smile on Shen Hang’s face froze into disbelief.

That couldn’t be. Before inviting Qi Xiuyuan to his home, he confirmed that no engagement had been made.

He blurted, “Nephew, is there truly no fate for us as father-in-law and son-in-law? Are you dissatisfied with me or my family?”

Qi Xiuyuan nodded lightly, “Your household is excellent. It is Mingzhi’s low status and minor official rank that make her unworthy of the Shen family’s bright jewel. Lord Shen, I take my leave.”

Without waiting for Shen Hang’s attempt to persuade him, he turned and left without looking back.

Shen Hang watched his retreating figure, mouth slightly agape.

Had the promised bride flown away?

Such a prime son-in-law, gone just like that???

*

Night fell, and the Shen family ancestral hall was brightly lit with candles.

Shen Hang, holding a ruler, trembled with anger, “What did you say to Qi Xiuyuan? Why did he reject you?!”

Shen Songyi knelt on a cushion, her back straight, tears welling in her reddened eyes as she looked up at him.

“Father, you wrong me. I did nothing. I didn’t even meet Editor Qi face to face before he left. Who knows why he rejected me?”

She glanced behind her. Zhao Lan stood in the shadowy doorway, half-hidden, her face obscured.

Shen Songyi whispered, “Maybe someone at home doesn’t want me to marry well and is deliberately causing trouble.”

Shen Hang paused, then turned sharply, “Where’s Yue’er? Bring her here to kneel in the ancestral hall! She’s about to be married but is still so reckless—it’s shameful!”

Surely she was hiding behind the screen, spying and then carelessly falling in front of Qi Xiuyuan, making him think all Shen daughters behaved so poorly, causing the rejection of the match!

At his command, a servant soon dragged the already tucked-in Shen Lingyue into the ancestral hall.

“None of this has anything to do with me!?” Shen Lingyue broke free from the maid’s grip, refusing to kneel or admit fault, glaring at Shen Hang. “Are you reasonable? She pushed me first!”

“Why would Yi push you for no reason?” Shen Hang, still furious, retorted without thinking, “Who told you to go stir up trouble? If you’d stayed quietly in your room, would Yi have pushed you?”

…What a flawed argument!

Stubbornly, Shen Lingyue declared, “If I truly intended to sabotage my second sister’s marriage, may lightning strike me!”

She looked down on Shen Songyi, “Second sister, it’s your turn to swear. Do you dare?”

Shen Songyi shrank fearfully, “Third sister, please don’t. I’ll admit to whatever you say. Yes, it was me. Father, punish me as you will. I bear no grudges…”

She grew more distressed, clutching her handkerchief and sobbing softly.

“You dare turn the tables on me?!” Shen Lingyue lunged fiercely, but Lady Liu suddenly appeared and grabbed her leg, pleading nonstop.

“Third Miss, please calm down. Be magnanimous and spare the Second Miss! You already have an imperial marriage bestowed upon you—a perfect match. Can you bear to see the Second Miss remain unmarried and grow old alone?”

Lady Liu wept bitterly, stepping back and repeatedly kowtowing, “All the faults are mine. Beat or scold me as you wish, but please don’t ruin the Second Miss’s life!”

“Wah, Auntie! It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have offended Third Miss. It’s because mother and I have hard fates…”

Lady Liu and Shen Songyi clung to each other, crying pitifully.

Shen Lingyue, angry and anxious, felt a knot in her throat, unable to speak, her mind in a daze.

Heaven above, she had been quietly reading in her room all afternoon; who knew Qi Xiuyuan would suddenly change his mind?

Even if she had stumbled in front of him, it shouldn’t have caused such a stir.

Besides, she had hoped to gladly agree to Shen Songyi marrying Qi Xiuyuan—why else stir up trouble?

Suddenly, a sharp realization struck her.

“You all looked down on Qi Xiuyuan for his lack of wealth and prospects. Don’t try to throw dirt on me!”

The crying stopped. Lady Liu, tears streaking her face, looked toward Shen Hang.

“Master, what kind of person am I? How dare I despise the one you favor?”

Shen Hang thought it over. Lady Liu had been cooperative all day, even volunteering to arrange the pavilion and praising Qi Xiuyuan endlessly.

So the one who least wanted this marriage to succeed could only be…

Shen Hang glanced at Zhao Lan, his gaze darkening.

Shen Lingyue immediately jumped up and stood before Zhao Lan, arms spread protectively like a mother hen, “Mother would never stoop to such despicable tactics!”

Shen Hang raised his ruler threateningly, “Yue’er, step aside. Don’t think I won’t dare to punish you just because you’re betrothed.”

“I won’t—”

Zhao Lan brushed past Shen Lingyue and stepped forward, “Master, do you intend to use corporal punishment on me?”

Meeting her calm expression, Shen Hang suddenly felt uneasy, lowering his ruler and stammering, “I was only trying to scare the children…”

“This farce ends here,” Zhao Lan said coldly. “Madam Liu, bring the person up.”

Soon, an eleven or twelve-year-old maid timidly entered and knelt.

“Master, I am responsible for sweeping the garden. This afternoon, while loosening the soil, I saw the Second Miss and her attendant Sister Bai Zi behind the rose bushes…”

She clearly recounted the conversation between the two.

After hearing this, Shen Hang’s face turned green with anger. He stormed over to Shen Songyi and raised the ruler high.

“I’ll beat you senseless, you foolish girl—”

“Cousin, no!” came a cry.

The ruler came down but struck the rushing Lady Liu instead. She cried out in pain, curling up.

Shen Hang panted, “Get out of the way!”

“Father, I didn’t mean it,” Shen Songyi put on a pitiful expression. “I didn’t know Editor Qi could hear those words. I only spoke casually. Who knew he was so sensitive? Maybe it’s because I’m illegitimate that he wants to marry a legitimate daughter instead?”

Shen Hang’s raised hand froze midair, his expression thoughtful.

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