The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 191

Little Demon King snorted and said, "Who's the one thinking nonsense? It's not my fault you're acting so guilty."

"Guilty?" Xu Wan felt like a war was about to break out at any moment.

Little Demon King stuck out his tongue at her.

Xu Wan: "……"

Alright, a mature adult shouldn't bicker with a child.

Besides, she still needed to take him along as a shield.

Xu Wan held her tongue.

Little Demon King continued eating, and Xu Wan kindly added a piece of green vegetable to his bowl.

The brat immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "I don't like vegetables."

"How can you not eat any vegetables? Do you even want to catch up to your brother's height?" Xu Wan said, adding two more pieces of vegetable to his bowl.

Little Demon King stuffed the vegetables into his mouth while resentfully thinking: Once I grow taller than my brother, I'll absolutely never eat a single piece of vegetable again!

On the day of the banquet.

Xu Wan waited outside early in the morning for Little Demon King, but she waited and waited without him showing up. She directly went to his courtyard to find him. She saw Shunzi and Buyan each burdened with countless clothing items, while the brat kept shaking his head vehemently, saying the new clothes didn't look good.

Xu Wan: "……"

Alright, Little Demon King was at it again with his outfit changes.

"These clothes weren't they just made for you by your grandmother? Even if you closed your eyes and picked one, it would still look good," Xu Wan said.

Little Demon King, seeing her, felt his neck turn a little red. He put on a tough face and said, "You don't understand. I need to find something with presence, so I can go and back you up."

Xu Wan chuckled: "At your age, being cute is all you need. Presence? No need. I don't need you to back me up."

Little Demon King gave her a disdainful look and continued trying on a new outfit from Shunzi, who was already numb from it. Buyan, on the other hand, was fine as long as it didn't involve fighting.

Xu Wan had nothing else to do, so she sat in the room, waiting for the brat to finish changing. Bored, she glanced at Zong Jincheng's small desk and picked up a piece of paper. The little guy's handwriting had improved a lot recently, looking quite neat. If he kept this up, catching up with the rest was just a matter of time.

After she finished looking, she put the paper down, only to notice strange scratches on the corner of the desk. She moved the books on top and saw four awkwardly carved big ugly words: I hate Xu Wan!

Xu Wan: "……"

Lu Xun carved "morning" on his desk to remind himself not to be late. You, little brat, have a perfect memory and still need to carve such hateful words?

Xu ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‍Wan put the book aside and sat down by the desk, pulling a long face. When Little Demon King finally came out, she spoke up: "Kid, care to explain?"

"What?" Little Demon King, still in his new outfit, was about to ask her if it looked good when he heard her question. He quickly ran over and saw his early attempts at writing.

Little Demon King's face instantly turned bright red.

His eyes widened, and instinctively, he wanted to move the books to cover it up. But seeing Xu Wan's expressionless face, he grew nervous and stammered, "I-I-I was, I was really annoyed with you back then. You raided my courtyard, made me a pauper, and bullied me every day… C-can't I carve a few words? I didn't hit you; you hit me! You even had Cui Liu give me three hand smacks!"

As he spoke, the brat also showed his hand, but it had been too long, and there was no trace left on it, while the ugly carving on the desk remained.

……This was beyond awkward.

Zong Jincheng hurriedly hid his hands behind his back.

Xu Wan chuckled coldly: "Why stop talking? No scars left on your hand?"

Little Demon King's neck and face were all crimson. He felt his head was about to catch fire, but his pride as an arrogant brat still made him say stubbornly, "People are alive; wood is dead. It won't heal on its own… Fine, fine. I’ll just erase it. Shunzi, Shunzi, help me scrape this part of the desk clean."

"Yes, yes." Shunzi threw all the clothes to Buyan and rushed out to find tools for the job.

Almost buried under the clothes, Buyan: "……"

Zong Jincheng frantically put the books back in place and stammered, "Let’s, let’s go. We can erase it all when we get back."

Xu Wan hummed in agreement and left with him.

This time, Little Demon King had changed into a small robe in a color called "FuTouQing," a shade between purple and blue, bright but with a touch of maturity. It made him look a year or two older.

Today, Xu Wan wore deep purple, matching his color scheme.

Little Demon King wouldn’t admit that he chose this particular shade after noticing Xu Wan’s outfit.

When they were in the carriage, Xu Wan looked at his clothes carefully and seemed to realize: "Your clothes are also in the purple-toned family, matching mine. Good, it’s like a mother-son outfit."

"Mother-son outfit?" Little Demon King felt an inexplicable pleasure hearing this term.

Mother and son, she said mother and son, and she even said it’s good.

See, see, she wants to be my mother, she just can’t find the right step to descend!

Little Demon King proudly explained, "I’m not trying to match your outfit on purpose. This is called FuTouQing, not purple."

Xu Wan nodded: "Uh-huh, but the colors are similar, and it looks nice. Stick close to me and don’t run off."

"Got it, got it. My brother isn't here, and I don’t know anyone else except you," Little Demon King said awkwardly.

Arriving at the venue, Little Demon King was the first to jump out of the carriage. Just as he was about to walk forward, Xu Wan suddenly came up from behind and grabbed his wrist.

Even though her hand was covered by his sleeves, it wasn't directly touching his skin.

But Little Demon King was still thrilled, fireworks going off in his heart.

She’s grabbing my wrist. Is she going to lead me inside? There are so many people here; she’ll hold my hand in front of everyone. People will see, and they’ll know she’s my mother.

Little Demon King couldn’t help but smile broadly, his dark shiny eyes almost squinting with joy.

"Madame Zong arrived early, didn’t you?"

"We just got here too."

"Is this your eldest son?"

"Yes, yes. This is my son, Jincheng."

This 𝓬ontent is taken from freeweɓnovel.cѳm.

Xu Wan kept up her social greetings while not letting go of Little Demon King’s wrist until they sat down, only then did she release it. Turning her head, she saw Little Demon King blushing.

She asked kindly, "Is it too thick? Are you feeling hot?"

Little Demon King quickly shook his head.

Xu Wan poured him a cup of cold tea and handed it over: "Have some cold tea to cool down. Kids always have so much fire in them. It's almost September, and you’re still afraid of heat."

Little Demon King, for once, didn’t argue back. He took the tea and drank it all in one go, while secretly thinking: Fortunately, she’s a bit of a dum-dum.

The two exchanged small talk until they were supposed to meet Madame He, but instead, Madame Chen showed up.

Xu Lian'er, with an obviously displeased look, sat down beside her.

Xu Wan: "……"

If you’re that clearly annoyed, why come over in the first place?

Xu Lian'er seemed a bit haggard, perhaps due to not resting well after her miscarriage or maybe just being angry. She was a stark contrast to the arrogant second young mistress of the Minister's Mansion.

This was the fate of marrying the wrong man. No matter how high the position of the Duke Jin's Manor was, or how high Chen Yunyu’s official rank, Xu Lian'er just wasn’t living well. Her small tricks were completely useless in front of the Duchess of Jin.