After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 725 - 724: Looking for a Fight

"But we’re doing the same thing," Young Master Shen didn’t understand.

Young Master Su looked sullen.

They were indeed doing the same thing.

But their identities were different.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince had nothing to do with Uncle Wen Yuan.

But he was different, Uncle Wen Yuan was his mother’s brother, so he was his uncle.

They could hit Uncle Wen Yuan with slingshots, but he couldn’t.

Did he really have to show respect to Uncle Wen Yuan?

Young Master Su went to the training ground with a sulky face.

He thought, given his relationship with the Ninth Prince and Shen, even if his mother didn’t punish them, they would surely share his punishment.

This is called sharing hardship together.

But while Young Master Su was practicing on the Meihua Pole,

The Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen brought a small table and chairs, laid out fruits and pastries, and watched Young Master Su train while eating sunflower seeds.

They were living the good life.

Young Master Su, "...!!!"

Poor Young Master Su felt the double blow from his mother and his brothers.

Falling again and again from the Meihua Pole, it was truly a physical and mental ordeal.

Finally, bruised and battered, he was helped back by the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen.

Sitting on the small couch, the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen helped him apply medicine.

The more Young Master Su thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He got up, walked to the bookcase, and began looking, and when he couldn’t reach, he stepped on a stool, found a few books, handed them to Young Master Shen and said, "Take these to my mom."

Those books Young Master Shen had never seen before.

He didn’t know what was written inside, but he was surprised by Young Master Su’s behavior.

What kind of son gives books to his mother to read?

Shouldn’t it be the parents giving books to him to read?

"Hurry up and take them," Young Master Su grimaced.

Young Master Shen picked up the books and rushed to give them to Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang was a bit puzzled.

She had just punished Yangyang, and now he was sending books to her.

Surely these books carried an unusual meaning.

When Marquis Dongxiang returned home, he saw Mrs. Tang reading a book. He smiled and said, "I thought you’d be in a bad mood, didn’t expect you to be reading."

"Yangyang sent them for me to read," Mrs. Tang said.

"What’s it about?" Marquis Dongxiang asked.

"Righteousness over family loyalty."

"...."

Marquis Dongxiang casually picked up a book, flipped through it, and laughed, "No wonder books go missing from the study so often, turns out they’re all with him."

"This book is pretty good, worth a detailed study."

Outside the window, Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince looked at each other.

They were instructed by Young Master Su to come and check if Mrs. Tang was reading the books he sent.

Young Master Su’s impatience.

If his mother didn’t read the books, he might have Young Master Shen read them to her aloud.

Who would’ve thought it was such an interesting must-read book, yet it’s about righteousness over family loyalty.

Those four words, they had heard before.

And they even knew a bit about it.

The two ran back, Young Master Su asked, "Did my mom read it?"

"She’s reading it now," Young Master Shen replied.

Young Master Su was satisfied.

The Ninth Prince looked at him and said, "The first person in history who chose righteousness over family loyalty was against his own son, wouldn’t aunt misunderstand?"

Watching Young Master Su getting into different kinds of trouble every day, the Ninth Prince worried for him.

Young Master Su, "...."

"How could she, I’m so well-behaved...."

The Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen both stared at him.

Young Master Su paused silently, "I’m so sensible...."

Both eyes widened even more.

Young Master Su, embarrassed and angry, shouted, "What are you looking at? Don’t disturb my reading!"

Young Master Su picked up a book and flipped through it forcefully.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn’t find a suitable word, so he glared at the Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen.

The result was that the two caught him red-handed.

Young Master Su wasn’t the type to learn his lesson from one punishment, especially when he believed he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Uncle Wen Yuan got hit with a few stones, and he came again the next day.

The third day...

The fourth day...

...

The ninth day...

The tenth day...

While others visited three times, he came to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion ten times.

Yet he couldn’t even get past the Marquis Mansion’s front gate, ending up bruised all over instead.

This was a matter between Mrs. Tang and the Wenyuan Bo Mansion, and Marquis Dongxiang didn’t interfere out of regard for Mrs. Tang’s dignity.

Moreover, Uncle Wen Yuan came at precisely the right times when Marquis Dongxiang was not at home.

Although Marquis Dongxiang didn’t beat Uncle Wen Yuan, the Imperial Censorate still impeached him.

Marquis Dongxiang glanced at the Imperial Censorate and said, "Is Lord Imperial Censor displeased with me, Marquis Dongxiang?"

Lord Imperial Censor hurriedly said, "I’m just addressing matters as they are, fulfilling my duty."

"A fine duty!" Marquis Dongxiang laughed.

"Uncle Wen Yuan has nothing better to do than to block my Marquis Mansion’s gate every day, yet the Imperial Censorate doesn’t impeach him, and only targets me. Is the Imperial Censorate’s duty solely to keep an eye on me?!"

The Imperial Censor looked nervously at the Emperor, "Your Majesty, we consulted with Uncle Wen Yuan, he seeks to reunite with the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife out of deep affection and righteousness, there’s really nothing improper to impeach."

Deep affection and righteousness?

Those four words truly angered Marquis Dongxiang.

Someone who sold his sister for glory, shamelessly being praised as deeply affectionate and righteous?!

What on earth are the Imperial Censorate’s eyes filled with, eyeballs or stones?!

The Emperor, one of the few who knew the truth, was also angered by the Imperial Censorate’s impeachment.

But since Mrs. Tang’s identity was not publicly disclosed and it was not appropriate to do so, he could only turn a blind eye.

Prince NanAn looked at the Imperial Censor and said, "Uncle Wen Yuan seeks acknowledgment multiple times, and the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion has denied it. According to the Imperial Censor, is the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife supposed to mistakenly acknowledge Uncle Wen Yuan as her brother?"

"If she really acknowledged Uncle Wen Yuan today, who knows, the elder brothers of the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife might line up from the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion to the city gate tomorrow, should they all be acknowledged?"

The Imperial Censorate fell silent.

The matter was temporarily suppressed.

After court, Marquis Dongxiang didn’t go directly to the army camp; instead, he returned home.

Uncle Wen Yuan was still waiting at the gate of the mansion with gifts.

Previously, some would watch the commotion, but now there were none.

Seeing Marquis Dongxiang ride back, Uncle Wen Yuan felt a bit apprehensive.

Marquis Dongxiang got off the horse and walked towards Uncle Wen Yuan.

Uncle Wen Yuan guiltily took two steps back.

Marquis Dongxiang smiled, "Quite the deeply affectionate and righteous Uncle Wen Yuan!"

Uncle Wen Yuan furrowed his brow, not understanding what Marquis Dongxiang meant by those words.

Marquis Dongxiang looked at him and said, "After fifteen years, Uncle Wen Yuan probably has already forgotten how the eldest lady of your mansion fell off the cliff and drowned back then, right?"

"With your relentless effort to recognize her, do you want her to be drowned by people’s spittle?"

The one in the bridal sedan was not Mrs. Tang, but Mrs. Jiang’s daughter.

But Mrs. Tang had a marriage contract after all.

When the marriage contract was not dissolved, marrying someone else was not allowed by the law of the court.

If he, as an elder brother, truly cared for his sister, he should know what was best for her.

Uncle Wen Yuan was shocked in his heart.

He really hadn’t thought it through, no wonder the Dongxiang Marquis’s wife refused to recognize him no matter what.

Uncle Wen Yuan turned and left.

Half an hour later, he came back again.

Hmm.

Back for another beating.

Originally, Marquis Dongxiang didn’t want to beat him; he had been suppressing his anger towards Uncle Wen Yuan, just because he was Mrs. Tang’s only brother, afraid that in a fit of anger, he might accidentally beat him to death.

But some people were just asking for a beating, making it truly unbearable.

Marquis Dongxiang said those words to make Uncle Wen Yuan retreat, letting him know that Mrs. Tang would never acknowledge him, and he should give up this idea early and stop bringing disgrace upon himself.

But Madam Wen Yuan thought this was Mrs. Tang’s leverage.

Uncle Wen Yuan could use this leverage to force Marquis Dongxiang to help him vie for the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue position.

The old madam from Sun Mansion had died yesterday.

Once Old Madam Sun was buried, Assistant Minister Sun would have to retire from office due to mourning.

The slow process of currying favor was no longer feasible now, and waiting until everything was settled would be too late.

Uncle Wen Yuan came back to threaten Marquis Dongxiang.

How could Marquis Dongxiang be threatened?

Unable to hold back, he punched and broke his nose.

If Steward Lin hadn’t stopped Marquis Dongxiang, he might have beaten him to death.

Give him an inch, and he’d want to open a dye shop in front of the Marquis Mansion.

If he wasn’t given a beating, would he really think the Dongxiang Marquis feared him!