lcionline Chapter 120 has a similar score of 78.
Chapter 120 has a similar score of 78.
His words and eyes were full of love, and Changsun Boyu felt a little jealous for a moment, but he quickly put on a smile again.
"Yes, and the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet at the palace is just around the corner. We never see the Marquis's family attending these days. It's probably because she married such a beautiful and virtuous husband as you."
"What are you saying? Aren't we all brothers? I've always treated you all like younger brothers." He turned around, looked up, and revealed a gentle smile.
Changsun Boyu felt a little ashamed. What had he been saying? This person was clearly so good, so tolerant, he was born to be a master husband.
"Then you should also get yourself a nice new outfit. I've been seeing you wearing these blue robes a lot lately. Come on, let me take you for a walk first, then we'll come back to deal with the shop matters."
"Oh, no need, no need," Changsun Boyu said as he declined, but Changsun Boyu had already taken his hand and led him out to the best clothing shop.
Now, which of these shop owners doesn't know Changsun Boyu? They are quite familiar with him, and they all greet him with smiles when they see him. Looking at the handsome man with extraordinary bearing beside him, they can imagine that he must also be someone of great importance.
"What are you picking out today, Manager Boyu?"
"Make a set of clothes for my brother, made of the finest fabric, for him to wear to a banquet at the palace."
"Oh, you've come to the right shop. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries come here to have their clothes made."
As she spoke, she was already taking measurements for Sima Lingchuan with a ruler. Sima Lingchuan was still a little reserved. He hadn't bought clothes outside for a long time. In the past, he would always ask a tailor to come to his home to take his measurements and have them made.
"Now that your measurements are taken, let's choose some fabric. May I ask what rank you are, brother?"
"The husband of His Highness the Fourth Prince."
"Hey, hey, hey, quickly take them to the second floor. There are satins from Bei Rong there, as well as some from Xiao Rong and Bei Mo, and some from Gu Shu. Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Logically speaking, these people outside shouldn't have a very good opinion of Wu Ziyan, so why did their attitude towards him change 180 degrees when they heard he was her husband?
It turns out that all these shops are regular customers of Baixiangge, and they all get a 20% discount when they go there.
Being surrounded by so many people made him quite uncomfortable. Changsun Boyu advised him to get used to this situation, and that he should come out more often, show his face in public, and inspect the various shops.
Sima Lingchuan nodded, thinking that he should indeed go out more often to manage the household affairs and take charge of all the income from the shops outside.
On the other side, at Wu Chengye's residence
Many people were waiting at the gate, which was the highest level of courtesy to a guest. He was allowed to enter through the main gate, and Wu Chengye even stood in front of the carriage to greet him.
He stretched out his hand, and Huang Ziliang took his hand as he stepped off the carriage. The curious people at the door watched, wondering where this newfangled thing had come from.
Lan'er was also among those watching the spectacle. When he saw that face, he was so shocked that he trembled all over. If it weren't for the slight difference in demeanor and bearing, he would have mistaken it for their young master.
The servants and officials in the household who had met Sima Lingchuan were also shocked. However, upon closer inspection, they found that this person was even more gentle and beautiful than Sima Lingchuan.
Moreover, Huang Ziliang's gaze towards her was filled with admiration and tenderness. As he stepped down from the carriage, he softly thanked Wu Chengye.
Lan'er then withdrew from the crowd, lifted her clothes, and ran. Their young master's life in the manor was already difficult enough, and Wu Chengye had actually found someone outside who looked so much like the eldest young master.
He almost tripped over a pebble in the garden while running, but he steadied himself and continued running toward their residence. At that moment, Sima Lingyu was in the courtyard mending clothes with an embroidery needle.
"Master! Something terrible has happened!"
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"
"The Second Prince actually found a man who looks a lot like the Eldest Prince and brought him back. The most crucial point is that he came through the main gate and even personally helped him down from the carriage!"
"Oh, really?" Hearing this news, she was neither surprised nor saddened. She simply sewed his clothes back on stitch by stitch, gently cut them with scissors, stood up, and shook off the loose threads from her clothes.
"Honey, shall we go and take a look?"
"What's the use of looking? What's meant to happen to us will happen to us. What sovereignty do we have in this house? Alright, Lan'er, go check the kitchen. What should we eat for lunch today?"
"Husband, you still have the appetite?"
"Food is the most important thing for the people, and food is the first thing for us."
Some were completely baffled, wondering why their husbands had changed so much and why they showed no reaction at all upon hearing such news.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that this was what it meant to dislike or not care!
Wu Chengye led Huang Ziliang through the gate. The people on both sides kept their heads down, occasionally looking up, all with many questions in their hearts, but dared not ask them.
Wu Chengye glanced around and noticed that Sima Lingyu wasn't there. She really wanted to see what kind of expressions the two of them would have when they met.
"At noon, I'll call everyone to the hall so I can formally introduce this gentleman to you. What good is it for you people to only know about bedroom arts? You should also cultivate your character in your spare time by painting, calligraphy, writing poetry, and so on."
She actually dared to use the term "bedroom arts" so casually, which made all the men present quite embarrassed. Only Huang Ziliang remained unfazed, and the men couldn't seem to discern any emotion in his eyes.
It was just a brief meeting in the morning; Wu Chengye had other things to do, so he arranged for Huang Ziliang to stay in the room next to hers.
After Wu Chengye left, the atmosphere in the mansion became more relaxed. The tense people relaxed and began to chatter amongst themselves.
The officials and servants all had their hands in their pockets. After Huang Ziliang entered the room, he never came out again. They stood in the courtyard, looking the door up and down.
"Who do you think this person is? Why does he look somewhat similar to Lingyu's husband?"
“I had the honor of meeting Lingyu’s husband’s older brother. This man looks about seven or eight points like his brother.”
"Hey, have you heard? It's about the patriarch and Lingyu's husband's brother. It caused quite a stir back then."
“Oh, I know, but nowadays wealthy businessmen never allow anyone to mention it, so we’d better be careful too, otherwise, if the master gets angry, he’ll sell all the nannies.”
"It's not a big deal that they bought it, but I heard that last time, that Zhang Langguan was in a terrible state; he even lost his tongue."
The more they talked, the more frightened they became, their hair standing on end. In this place, everyone was in danger at every turn, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.