Chapter 299: What Could Possibly Happen?

Liu Jincheng walked home with heavy steps; the moment one foot crossed into the hall, he was like a powder keg ignited with rage, smashing a set of exquisite tea ware violently onto the floor.

The neatly arranged tea ware shattered instantly, fragments splashing everywhere, the crisp sound echoing through the silent hall, as if venting his anger at this moment.

At this time, Liu Jincheng's wife Jin Feng, a plump woman, was slowly walking out from the inner room. She originally had a lazy and leisurely expression on her face, but upon seeing the mess all over the floor and her husband's glaring eyes, she froze on the spot instantly, as if struck by a Ding Body Curse.

Immediately after, her body trembled violently, her round face quivered several times, and her eyes were full of terror and panic.

She hurriedly stepped forward, her voice trembling as she asked: "Master, what happened? Who exactly provoked you to be this angry?"

Liu Jincheng had a gloomy face, his eyes staring fixedly at Jin Feng as if to see through her, then asked in an ill-tempered tone: "You said last time you wanted to find a match for our son, who was it again?"

Jin Feng was stunned by her husband's question, but soon answered without thinking: "Master, it was the Third Miss of An Wangfu, Yan Shuang'er."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jincheng was instantly furious; he glared, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared loudly: "Hmph, I am just a small official, how dare you go to An Wangfu to propose marriage? Look at yourself, what is An Wangfu? That is the Imperial Clan, can we afford to aspire to them? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Seeing her husband so angry, Jin Feng was somewhat afraid in her heart, but still plucked up courage to explain: "Master, please calm down first."

"During the spring hunt, Concubine personally saw An Wangfu's Third Miss; her appearance, her bearing, she was simply like a fairy walking out of a painting."

"Moreover, she has not yet been betrothed; how many sons of high officials and nobles in Kyoto are eager for her? Concubine thought at the time that perhaps the young lady was not high-minded, just hadn't met the right person."

"Our Yi'er is handsome and learned; perhaps he could catch the young lady's eye. So I thought of letting Yi'er try; if we successfully secure this marriage, it would truly be a blessing for our Liu Family."

"Not to mention that our Liu Family's descendants will surely be good-looking in the future; just speaking of your prospects, Master, it would be of great help. With this connection to An Wangfu, you would have more support in the officialdom, and might even rise rapidly."

Liu Jincheng was originally red-faced with anger, his chest heaving violently; as time slowly passed, the raging anger subsided slightly.

He frowned, his eyes still holding some resentment, then asked: "Besides proposing marriage, what else did that brat do?"

Jin Feng, seeing her husband ask, did not intend to hide it from him, and honestly said: "Yesterday, Yi'er and the Third Miss went out to eat together."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jincheng frowned even tighter and pressed: "Just ate? Did he offend them in some other way?" He secretly speculated that his son had always been unrestrained; who knew what he might have done at the table to displease the Third Miss.

Jin Feng hurriedly waved her hand, explaining: "No, it's just that the meal yesterday cost quite a bit; Yi'er came to me with a dark face to ask for reimbursement."

Thinking of her son's appearance at that time, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve slightly, with a touch of helplessness. Liu Jincheng understood somewhat upon hearing this; it seemed his son had some problem with the meal. He knew in his heart that asking his wife further would yield no more details.

So Liu Jincheng slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Call that unfilial son over here!"

The voice was like a great bell, echoing in the room. Jin Feng was startled by this sudden roar and hurriedly instructed the servant beside her: "Hurry and call the young master over."

She turned to look at Liu Jincheng, her face full of worry, and hurriedly advised: "Master, please calm down first; getting angry is not worth harming your health. Ask whatever when Yi'er comes; drink some water first and calm down."

Liu Jincheng sat in the main seat, his complexion as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Soon after, a servant carefully brought the tea over and placed it on the table before him.

Liu Jincheng reached out and picked it up, taking a light sip; the scalding tea flowed down his throat, slightly easing his originally irritable mood, and the bit of anger that had just subsided stabilized somewhat.

Seeing her husband's mood ease somewhat, Jin Feng asked softly: "Master, why are you so angry? Did something happen at the morning court?"

She knew her husband would not lose his temper like this for no reason; perhaps something troublesome happened at the morning court. She looked at her husband with concern, her eyes full of worry, hoping to learn the reason from him so they could share his troubles together.

Liu Jincheng sat on the carved sandalwood chair, slowly sipping the tea Jin Feng handed him. The tea had a faint fragrance upon entering the mouth, which should have calmed the mind, but the anger in his heart had only subsided a little.

He heavily placed the teacup on the table with a "bang," his face full of anger, saying: "We'll talk when that unfilial son comes!" His tone was full of dissatisfaction and anger toward his son.

Jin Feng stood beside him; seeing her husband like this, she dared not say anything else. She just quietly watched Liu Jincheng drink water, her eyes carrying a trace of worry and helplessness. She knew how high her husband's expectations for their son were, but the son always had a carefree look; no wonder her husband was so angry.

The maids in the room all held their breath, standing quietly around, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They kept their heads down, occasionally sneaking glances at Liu Jincheng, afraid that one careless move would anger this master. The atmosphere in the whole room was like stagnant water, eerily quiet, making people feel extremely oppressed.

After a while, a noisy sound came from outside the door. The steward's anxious voice was like a noisy sparrow, constantly urging: "Young Master, hurry up; Master is in a bad mood today and has summoned you for questioning. If you go late, you'll be in trouble!"

His voice was full of anxiety and worry, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead nonstop.

But Liu Yi's unhurried voice came over like a gentle breeze: "My mother is also there, what could happen?"