Chapter 10: The Five Spoiled Young Masters of Jingdu?

【Ding, transformation progress 10%, reward 100 points, open space exchange system.】

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I'm just saying, what about this...?

Apart from the initial activation and after releasing the task to transform Ning Hanmo, this system seemed to have died.

Who would have thought that today it would suddenly feign death?

"Yue Yue, let's go back to the courtyard first." Jiang Yunchu bent over and directly held Yue Yue in her arms.

"Bai Zhi, does our Wang Fu have a way to get fresh milk?"

"Replying to the Princess Consort, there are several dairy cows on the manor outside the city." Bai Zhi thought for a moment, not knowing what the Princess Consort meant, and answered honestly.

"Then send some to the manor every day, boil it in a pot, and give the young master and miss a bowl each day." The child is still young; although there is plenty of food and drink in the Wang Fu, supplementing milk is still necessary, as it can provide calcium.

Moreover, the current milk comes from grass-fed cows, which is safe, environmentally friendly, and hygienic.

"Yes."

Bai Zhi gritted her teeth and agreed, but can people still drink cow's milk?

"Young Master, the third young master of Yong Bo Marquis Manor has arrived." Shunzi spoke somewhat reluctantly; every time the young master goes out with this bunch, any trouble that arises is always borne by the young master.

The Imperial Noble Consort dotes on the young master extra, and the young master doesn't quibble over these minor matters.

That bunch of spoiled rich kids, no matter what they do, always frame the young master for it, yet the young master still loves to hang out with them.

"Zhang San has come? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

The bored Ning Hanmo immediately perked up; lately he couldn't figure out many things, and Zhang San's arrival was just in time to offer ideas.

"Ning Hanmo, are you holed up in the Wang Fu? Not seeing anyone day after day—won't your stepmother suppress you? I'll be laughing at you for life!"

As soon as the words fell, he whispered in front of Ning Hanmo, "Do you know where we went yesterday?"

"Where did you go?" Ning Hanmo asked curiously.

Zhang San gave a hehe smile, a look of delight, and said, "We went to West Village for horse racing."

"West Village?" Ning Hanmo heard the unfamiliar name; does Jingdu even have such a place? How come I've never heard of it.

Zhang San wore a wicked grin, "Horse racing in West Village, archery—those are real game, far more exciting than those fake brands."

Zhang San, whose full name is Zhang Cunwen, is the third young master of Yong Bo Marquis Manor; with an older brother above and a younger sister below, he early on positioned himself in the middle—eating, drinking, and playing is the meaning of his life.

Just eight years old, he went to West Village yesterday, witnessed real blood, and even now thinking about it makes his blood surge.

"Why didn't you come to the Wang Fu to call me?" Ning Hanmo felt a bit unhappy; his friends knew things he suddenly didn't understand, giving him a sense of loss.

"How should I call you? I heard the Wang Fu is now run by your stepmother; aren't you afraid she'll cut off your allowance?" Zhang San said casually; everyone among the spoiled rich kids knows how much Ning Hanmo dislikes that consort.

Ning Hanmo immediately stood up, a young boy full of anger, "She dares!"

However, thinking of Jiang Yunchu's manner of doing things, hmm, she really might dare.

His change in expression let Zhang San mock him at length: "You say, you are the young master of the Regent Prince's Manor; this huge Wang Fu will someday be yours—how can you still be controlled by your stepmother?"

"Ah, Ning Hanmo, you can't experience our carefree, happy days."

Zhang San let out a hehe of wicked laughter, his face blissful like a immortal, making Ning Hanmo grind his teeth, feeling more and more uneasy inside.

"Tell me, a few ways to mess with people."

Ning Hanmo suddenly realized that since Jiang Yunchu married in, his grand scheme to mess with people has seemed to fail; no matter what method he uses, it's useless.

No way!

When did he start to change?

No way! The anger of that day, he must surely vent it!

"Aren't there many ways to mess with people?" Zhang San lowered his head; the two whispered for a long time. As for what they said, Shunzi was ordered to stand at the gate, he pricked up his ears, but couldn't hear a thing.

"Yong Bo Marquis Manor?" Jiang Yunchu put down her medical tools and placed the sleeping Yue Yue from her arms onto the small bed.

Today I had the carpenter make a small bed, and specially placed wooden wheels underneath so it can be pulled around at will.

At night we can pull the bed beside her wooden bed; by daytime we can pull it into a corner, saving effort and not taking up space.

"Yong Bo Marquis Manor, five generations of hereditary succession; by now this generation is the last." The speaker was Zi Su.

Bai Zhi is there because she has martial skills; Zi Su stays by Jiang Yunchu's side because she knows the situation in Jingdu and the circumstances of each family inside out.

"Continue." Jiang Yunchu's face looked somewhat unpleasant.

"The third young master Zhang and the eldest young master who is to inherit are both born of the principal wife."

"The eldest young master studies hard and is willing to learn; he attends Qing feng Academy."

Qing feng Academy is the best academy in Jingdu; moreover, Qing feng Academy does not use backdoors, only grades matter. Every month it holds exams; after the test it posts the list, and those named on it are exempt from all fees and may enter the library pavilion to study.

However, those who perform poorly on exams each time risk facing expulsion.

The dean of Qing feng Academy is a great scholar; having grown up in poverty since childhood, when he founded the academy he declared outwardly that his academy looks only at grades, not wealth.

"The second young master is born of a concubine and is also studying at an academy." Since Zi Su didn't mention the academy's name, it's naturally a low-tier academy, not worth mentioning.

"The third young master is eight years old, already at the age of enlightenment, but..."

Zi Su said this, thinking of her own young master, and smiled helplessly: "He's been rejected by every academy."

"Why?" Jiang Yunchu was somewhat surprised; a young master of Yong Bo Marquis Manor, at the very least could attend school by spending money, right?

"Last year, after entering school, he messed up three teachers, injured five classmates, and almost burned down the academy..."

"Since then, all academies have declared: the five spoiled heirs of Jingdu, nobody wants them!"

Once bitten by a snake, ten years fearing the well rope.

"The five spoiled heirs of Jingdu?" Jiang Yunchu rubbed her brows, suddenly having a bad premonition.

"Ning Hanmo is among them!"

Although she was only guessing, her tone was already quite certain.

How wonderful!

This broken system—doesn't it observe a gradual progression?

Right away, it saddles me with such a huge problem!

"Young Master is pure-natured, good at making friends, only he fell in with bad company; many things were not done by Young Master, yet others framed him, putting the blame on him, and thus his reputation outside became so bad." Zi Su said these words, her face slightly blushing, but she persisted and finished speaking.