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Again! 38k Chapters Owed]","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-758",758,"\u003Cp>Yin Bo waved his hand and said, “Jing’er, what you’re doing isn’t right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, what’s wrong with it?” Xu Zaijing asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Bo looked at the silver in his hand: “Instead of hiring yamen runners or patrolmen, why not…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Yin Bo glanced at Ah Lan, whose forehead was bound with cotton cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing looked at Ah Lan, a thought stirring in his mind: “Master, I understand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the morning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>taking advantage of the warm weather, Shu Bo set up his stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the sun made it warm, he didn’t raise the shade canopy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Bo’s stall was not far from the Hou Fu’s main gate, and occasionally customers came by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One bowl of hot mutton soup!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A customer, seeming about twenty years old, called out and sat down at a table on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming right away, sir!” Shu Bo smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer glanced toward the wall beside the Hou Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the wall stood a man with white cotton cloth tied around his head, faint red bloodstains visible on the cloth, and several armed yamen runners standing nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man, what’s going on over there?” the customer asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say someone threw something into the Hou Fu yesterday and hit someone, so they reported it to the authorities!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did they throw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seems like pebbles,” Shu Bo said without looking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pebbles?” the customer exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, the customer added, “That’s really cruel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says otherwise!” Shu Bo agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Shu Bo continued to lower his head and make soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked up again, the customer was gone—only a few copper coins remained on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Quyuanjie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the customer who had been at Shu Bo’s stall walked toward a luxurious carriage that didn’t match his attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant standing nearby hurriedly bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping onto the carriage using the mounting stool, the customer shook his head inside: “This doesn’t make sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant who followed him in whispered, “Master, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer sighed and gave a brief explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant, looking troubled, said, “Master, just follow the old madam’s instructions—hand the item to that Hou Fu young master yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last morning, you woke up late and carelessly tossed silver ingots inside—how could that possibly work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer glared: “It was just after mao hour! The sky wasn’t even light—how much earlier do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant urged, “Master, I just asked at a roadside shop—they said the shop opened at yin hour’s end, and that young master was already gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his master’s expression, the servant continued, “The cousin is the old madam’s own ward—she grew up under her care. You know her condition; she wouldn’t lie to the old madam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! We’ll talk about it tomorrow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at the entrance of Quyuanjie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sliver of sunlight slipped through the carriage curtain and lit the interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man wrapped in fur robes opened his eyes, rubbed his face, and asked, “Has he not come out yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report, Master—no sign of him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man pondered: “What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant outside asked, “Could that young master be leaving through another gate of the Hou Fu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man thought a moment: “Let’s go visit the best archery shop in the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, but—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No more talk. Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the main street of Pan Lou,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou’s Archery Shop,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the shop manager held a bow stave, smiling as he waved to his apprentice: “Sir, you’ve strong arms—why not try this one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man who had appeared at Quyuanjie’s entrance handed his hard bow to the shop assistant, then took the stave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stringing it and testing it, he smiled: “Fine bow—I’ll take this one. Do you have good slingshot strings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This way, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the young man smiled and waved to the servant: “Pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at the Hou Fu’s riding ground,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing rode a small chestnut mare, clad in armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After circling once to warm up, he slowly urged the horse forward—the rhythmic thunder of hooves echoed across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he began his third lap,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing began drawing his bow from horseback, training his mounted archery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the galloping horse passed near the wooden shed, he did not draw again—there was no target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the sound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing and Qingyun both spun around sharply toward the courtyard wall nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the wall lay Quyuanjie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned because they had heard the vibration of a bowstring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there!” Qingyun barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Qingyun’s words faded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ping!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small object struck the arm shield Xu Zaijing had instinctively raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another light impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second ping was the sound of Xu Zaijing using his arm shield to deflect the object midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Don’t run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone outside the wall shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squeak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden shed door opened—Qingcao rushed out, startled: “Master, Qingyun, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing, having pulled his horse to a stop beside the shed, caught the flying object in his hand, glanced at it in his leather glove, and said, “Qingcao, it’s nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qingyun prepare to ride after the attacker, Xu Zaijing called out: “Qingyun, don’t chase!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Qingyun stared at Xu Zaijing in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look.” Xu Zaijing tossed the object onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingyun caught it, and by the candlelight beside the shed, he saw what lay in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, this…” Qingyun weighed it in his hand. “Is this gold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing nodded: “Possibly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingyun, let me see,” Qingcao said, stepping closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qingcao reach for the object and prepare to bite it, Qingyun quickly pressed his palm against her forehead and scolded: “Girl, are you greedy? Don’t you know it might be poisoned? You’d put it in your mouth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah? Oh! Qingyun, I—” Qingcao turned to look at Xu Zaijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xu Zaijing shake his head, Qingcao lowered her gaze—then heard him say: “What did you notice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao immediately looked up: “Master, if it’s real gold, it’s probably over one tael.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing’s small treasury held many gold and silver items—Qingcao was used to handling them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingyun glanced at the wall: “Master, to throw this gold so far—it must’ve been a slingshot. And so accurate—this fellow’s skilled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing shook his head: “He’s also an idiot. Doesn’t he fear hitting the horse and spooking it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingyun nodded vigorously: “Wonder if we can catch him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the maid lean close to the candle to examine the object, Xu Zaijing said: “Qingcao, stop looking. Use yesterday’s silver beans to pay for Ah Lan’s healing. This, exchange for grain and send to the Ju Yang Yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master,” Qingcao nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they rode toward Jiyin Alley, Qingyun, riding beside him, said: “Master, this sort of thing had stopped for a while—why has it started again these past two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing rode onto the bridge, gazing at the morning canal: “Perhaps someone clever figured it out—or someone who saw results told others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingyun nodded, then his eyes brightened as he recalled a certain woman from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after glancing at Xu Zaijing, Qingyun said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the Sheng household,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was still early in the first lunar month and the weather remained chilly, the classroom still hung cotton curtains and kept the heated floor burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pulling back the curtain and entering, the classroom showed only one candle lit before Chang Bai’s desk—and an additional candle beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chang Zhi rise to bow, Xu Zaijing smiled and nodded: “Seventh lad, sit. I’ve told you several times—no need for such formalities among relatives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Fifth Brother Xu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Master Zhuang stepped out of the classroom,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the cotton curtains, Xu Zaijing and the others inside faintly heard voices speaking outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the voices, Zai Zhang hurriedly rose and walked toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zai Zhang’s voice rang in: “Greetings, Father-in-Law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some polite exchanges, Zai Zhang returned to the classroom and looked at Chang Bai: “Brother Bai, I just heard Master Zhuang and Father-in-Law talking—it seems—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Bai nodded: “Brother-in-law, that’s exactly what Master Zhuang meant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, Xu Zaijing, Qi Heng, and the others stared in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Brother, what are you two talking about?” Chang Feng asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zai Zhang smiled sideways: “Master Zhuang and Father-in-Law have decided to let Chang Zhi take the county examination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, everyone in the classroom looked startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How old is Chang Zhi? How can he take the county exam already?” Gu Tingye frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zai Zhang smiled: “It’s Master Zhuang’s idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shook their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chang Bai, how old were you when you passed the county exam?” Xu Zaijing asked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Bai didn’t turn around: “Twelve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin’an Study,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Master has arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid in the courtyard announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Wei Shuyi, who had been embroidering by the bright window, looked up in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pinning her needle into the embroidery, she straightened her clothes and hurried toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she reached it, Sheng Hong pushed back the curtain and entered with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, Master,” Wei Shuyi said, seeing Sheng Hong’s radiant smile fixed on her—she was momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shuyi, you’ve raised a fine child! Master Zhuang has praised Zhi’s studies endlessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi bowed her head: “Master, I am unworthy of such praise. It is Grandmother’s concern for Zhi’s studies and Lady’s repeated instructions that have brought him this far.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm!” Sheng Hong nodded with a smile: “Come, sit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi replied, “Yes,” and sat beside Sheng Hong at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Qiujiang smiled as she brought hot tea: “Master, please have some tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good,” Sheng Hong nodded with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After serving the tea, Qiujiang stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong looked at Wei Shuyi before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi’s entry into the Sheng household had originally been arranged by the Wang family to divert Lin Qin’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was she from a scholarly family, but her beauty was exceptional—otherwise she could never have competed with the charming Lin Qin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shuyi, when we were in Fujian, I saw you were aloof. But since coming to Bianjing, I’ve noticed you’ve changed greatly,” Sheng Hong said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi smiled, glanced at Sheng Hong, then said: “Master, you see clearly. When we were in Fujian, I worried for my mother and younger sister. Now that they’re both in Bianjing, I’m much at ease.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong nodded: “Did managing the household tire you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi smiled and shook her head: “Lady’s accounts are clear, and Madam Cui and Madam Liu assist me. Though I am slow and clumsy, I’ve never been overburdened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the woman before him—her skin fair and flushed, her demeanor gentle and captivating—Sheng Hong’s spirits lifted, and he smiled: “You’ve been in my household for over a decade, yet you look hardly changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi smiled: “Master flatters me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong nodded, lifted his teacup, sipped the hot tea, then set it down and glanced around Jin’an Study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the several calligraphy scrolls on the walls—all his own handwriting—his mood improved further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong frowned slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Wei Shuyi, like Wang Ruofu, had hung Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian paintings together—as if worshipping them all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Sheng Hong’s gaze, Wei Shuyi smiled: “Master, Zhi often complains to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Zhi is a good boy. What does he complain about?” Sheng Hong turned his gaze away, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He often says your calligraphy is too exquisite. Though he practices hard, he can never capture the spirit of your strokes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong shook his head and waved his hand: “This boy is too ambitious for his age.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he shook his head, he was deeply pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Sheng Hong rose and walked around the room, saying: “Shuyi, I’ve seen your calligraphy—it’s excellent. Why don’t I see any of your work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am unworthy,” Wei Shuyi bowed her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—you really—” Sheng Hong shook his head, leaving the sentence unfinished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping to the window, he looked at the embroidery frame and his eyes brightened: “This flower is beautifully stitched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi walked over and smiled: “Thank you, Master. Next month is Fifth Young Lady’s coming-of-age ceremony—this is my small offering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong nodded with a smile, his eyes betraying a hint of regret: such a fine piece seemed wasted on his own Rulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong turned, grasping Wei Shuyi’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gesture made her body tense instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shuyi, I came here today with good news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, please speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At noon, Master Zhuang told me he plans to let Zhi take the county exam next month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“County exam?” Wei Shuyi asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong nodded with a smile: “I’ve agreed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Wei Shuyi smiled: “Master Zhuang is a wise teacher, and you, Master, are a Jinshi of great talent. If both of you say so, there must be reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng Hong nodded with a smile, looking at Wei Shuyi with sincere emotion: “Shuyi, you’ve given my household a fine son! When I told Mother, she was overjoyed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Master and the Old Lady are pleased, I am pleased too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! I’ll come to Jin’an Study tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I’ll have the main kitchen prepare some fine dishes to send over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And prepare several jugs of good wine,” Sheng Hong emphasized with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll go to my study first. You continue your work,” Sheng Hong smiled and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi, with Qiujiang, escorted Sheng Hong to the courtyard gate. Only after watching him and Dong Rong disappear around the corner did she return inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the embroidery frame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi picked up the needle again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to resume stitching,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the needle hovered above the fabric, moving several times—yet never pierced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Lady, what’s wrong?” Qiujiang asked, concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shuyi shook her head: “My heart is unsettled. I can’t stitch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then rest a while!” Qiujiang urged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Wei Shuyi rose, pushed open the window, and stood with her hands clasped, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew well why Sheng Hong had been so kind today—it was because Zhi showed promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the cold wind on her face, Wei Shuyi was suddenly reminded of her days in Yangzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On days like this, with the sun high, she had loved to embroider in sunny, sheltered corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, no matter how hard she tried, she never imagined that in this official, scholarly household, someone could be so cruel—plotting to destroy her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did she imagine that, after arriving in Bianjing, she would manage the household—and for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory flashed: herself, wearing clothes with frayed sleeves, visiting the Xu family relatives. She sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her sister and Xiaodie had told her many tales of that young master’s reckless deeds, she still remembered how he had arranged a physician for her family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of these things, Wei Shuyi turned to gaze at the hanging scrolls on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking over, she lit incense, placed it in the holder, knelt on the cushion, and prayed sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2505,"2026-06-20T10:32:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","442daf43e87bc72e976f1e930c82d54736089af224cee1518c7e6091a7e002e2","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-759","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-757",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-the-xu-family-s-son-cover.jpg"]