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Capítulo 64

Madam Lu was so angry that she trembled all over.

Tong Fengrui, wanting to curry favor with her elder sister, barked arrogantly, "Qing Jianyue, how dare you disobey the Madam's orders! Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die." Kiyomi Tsuki was furious. Damn it, everyone's trying to force me. Do you think I'm so easy to bully? He put his hands on his hips, his bright black-blue eyes shooting sparks. "I want to live to be a hundred years old, a thousand years old, to be a thousand-year-old tortoise, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, leaving a legacy of trouble for billions of years."

Everyone was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Madam Lu slammed her hand heavily on the table, knocking the wine glasses and chopsticks to the ground. Everyone in the room, laughing hysterically, struggled to suppress their laughter. Madam Lu glared fiercely at Qing Jianyue, who immediately lowered her head, like a child confessing a misdeed, pointing one finger at each other with her left and right hands. Madam Lu's lips twitched; she almost burst out laughing herself, hastily pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, trying to conceal her suppressed amusement. She composed herself, her face stern, and said angrily, "What nonsense! How could you even say such things? Anyway, enough with the nonsense. Since Miss Zhao has publicly pledged herself to you, you must take responsibility. You are not allowed to betray Miss Zhao."

Qing Jianyue glanced at Zhao Yu, who hurriedly hid her beautiful face in her sister's shoulder. Qing Jianyue sighed inwardly, thinking: What is crocodile tears? This is it. Madam Lu, you know better than anyone that Miss Zhao doesn't want to marry me at all. Miss Zhao was forced by your tyranny to use me to achieve her goal of resisting the marriage. This pathetic and ridiculous farce today was all your doing.

No matter how clear-headed you are, the play must go on. What a wonderful world! Truth and falsehood, these contradictory elements, will always coexist.

Kiyoshi sighed mournfully, "Madam, how could I dare? Today, I've been constantly frightened and threatened, warned and yelled at. In short, I'm still terrified. If something really happens one day, I won't be able to live like a turtle for a thousand years."

Madam Lu laughed and scolded, "Don't worry, you've been a scourge for millions of years. What nonsense! Asking you to get a wife is like killing you."

“Madam, although I have never been married, a marriage should involve romantic moments under the moon and flowers, sweet nothings, vows of eternal love, and finally, the wedding ceremony.” Qing Jianyue said matter-of-factly, “Therefore, I want to spend time with Miss Zhao under the moon and flowers first.”

Madam Lu snorted, "I have never met anyone more difficult than you. Marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. Why are you making such excuses? Are you hiding something?"

Kiyomi Tsuki was like a shy child, head down, fingers twisting, one foot tracing circles on the ground. He looked both incredibly cute and incredibly funny. However, who could have guessed that beneath his innocent exterior lay a completely different mind?

Of course I have a guilty conscience. Because it's a guilty conscience, I can't tell you. Of course, the person who accuses others of having a guilty conscience must also have a guilty conscience.

"Whether someone wants to get married, whether they want to get married, and how they get married are none of your business, Madam Lu!" Qingfeng held her wine glass, looked up at the sky, and said loudly, "Madam Lu, are you being so aggressive? Do you have something to hide?"

"Lu Qingfeng, are you drunk?" Madam Lu seemed to have reached her limit with this nephew.

Qingfeng took a sip of wine and laughed loudly, "I am drunk. Although I am drunk, I am more sober than anyone else. Madam Lu, put away your hypocritical mask. Whether someone wants to marry you or not is their business. You have no right, much less the ability, to manipulate someone else's life happiness. I advise you to go back to Yixin Garden and stop loitering in front of me. Damn it, if you provoke me, I'll snap your thin neck."

Madam Lu's face looked as if she had been slapped twice in public; instead of turning red, it was pale with a dark bluish tinge.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly became suffocating.

Qing Jianyue's mind raced, and she thought to herself: How strange. Logically speaking, given Madam Lu's personality, she should have found it difficult to tolerate Qingfeng, but she has tolerated him.

“A good marriage can’t be forced.” Lu Qingcheng put down her wine glass and finally spoke. “As for Jian Yue and Miss Zhao, there’s no rush. Mother, please let me take you back to rest.”

Madam Lu stared at Qing Jianyue with a murderous intent in her icy phoenix eyes.

Kiyomi Tsuki suddenly shivered.

"In that case, let's do it this way." Madam Lu stood up expressionlessly, and everyone else followed suit. Lu Qingcheng gracefully raised his arm, and Madam Lu placed her slender hand on her son's arm before leaving under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Miss Zhao's Beloved

The rain outside the window poured down, accompanied by howling winds, as if announcing the arrival of the cold winter. Inside, a little sparrow was making the bed. Kiyomi Tsuki emerged from a comfortable hot bath. Under the lamplight, his face was fair and rosy; one hand on his hip, the other roughly grabbing his disheveled hair, his dark, crystal-clear eyes staring curiously at a green plant as tall as an adult standing before the window.

"Little sparrow, I remember this tree was in the lord's house. How did it suddenly appear here? Did it grow legs and come visiting on its own?"

The little sparrow tidied the bed and came out of the bedroom. "Since you said you liked it, the lord ordered someone to move it over."

"I said I like you? Did I say that?" Kiyomi Tsuki bit her finger, blinking her dark crystal eyes in confusion, thinking seriously and carefully.

The little sparrow smiled and poured a cup of tea, bringing it over.

Qing Jianyue waved her hand and said, "I don't drink tea at night. Last time I was greedy and ate the lord's Biluochun tea, which made me so excited that I ran all over the garden. Fox thought I liked catching mice like it."

The little sparrow said softly, "Young master, this is tea made by me with chrysanthemum and honeysuckle, with some rock sugar added. It's good for clearing heat and detoxifying. I noticed that you've been eating too much spicy food these past few days, so I specially made it for you."

"Oh, then you must have some." Qingjian Yue took the drink, her eyes still fixed on the tree, inwardly thinking, "Honestly, even if I said those things, there's no need to be so serious. What is he thinking? Oh well, this tree likes to visit, so let it stay for now. The most important thing right now is Miss Zhao."

He sat down, placed the cup on the table, rested his cheeks on his hands, and fell into deep thought.

Judging from Su Haibo's indulgence of his wife, it's clear he loves her deeply. Therefore, if Miss Zhao's matter isn't handled carefully, it could easily affect Su Haibo. To resolve Miss Zhao's problem, it's necessary to quickly find out who her sweetheart is. Could it be the handsome young man?

Hmph, that damn playboy might actually be right. We'll ask Chief Enforcer Cai tomorrow, and the truth will come out.

In a flash, she recalled the tumultuous events between Madam Lu and Qingfeng last night.

What a strange feeling. Madam Lu seems to be tolerating Qingfeng. Why is that? Could it be that she feels guilty like Lu Qingcheng? No. Judging from Madam Lu's style and demeanor, she is the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, the kind of person who will never regret her actions. So why is she tolerating Qingfeng?

Just as he was racking his brains, the little crow's furious screech broke the silence of the room, "Fox, give it back to me! Stop causing trouble, give it back to me!"

Kiyoshizuki frowned as her train of thought was interrupted. The carved door opened, and a white fox rushed in, carrying a red bellyband embroidered with peonies. It nimbly leaped onto the embroidered stool, then onto the lacquered table, tossed the bellyband aside, and, swishing its mud-covered tail, grinned as it watched the little crow hopping around.

"Fox, give it back to me! You're so annoying, I won't give you any fish tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the white fox jumped onto the red bib with its four muddy paws, hopped around, stomped on it, and finally rubbed its rump against it. The little crow was dumbfounded. Oh no! The red bib she had painstakingly embroidered was ruined just like that. The little crow's beak twitched, and tears fell. However, what was hateful was that the white fox, after doing such a bad thing, smugly wiggled its rump and swished its tail.

Kiyomi Tsuki was so angry at its prank that her eyes sparkled, and she raised her fist to punch it hard. The white fox collapsed on the table like a fox skinned alive, and the little crow suddenly shrank, cawing and waving its paws around its head.

"Wow!"

The little crow was so angry that it simply opened its beak and cried loudly.

Qingjian Yue was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her ears with her hands and cried out, "Don't cry, don't cry, little crow. Tomorrow I will make you three things. I will make you three red bellybands. One will be peony-patterned, one will be lotus-patterned, and the last one will be mandarin ducks playing in the water."

The little crow stopped crying and asked, "Young master, you're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying, I'm not lying," Qing Jianyue coaxed. "Young master keeps his word. He'll not only compensate you with three beautiful red bibs, but also a pair of embroidered shoes. Little Sparrow, remember to tell the steward for me tomorrow."

The little sparrow laughed and said, "Yes, young master, I remember. Little crow, hurry up and thank the young master."

The little crow's cry turned into a laugh, "Thank you, young master."

"Alright, alright, as long as you don't cry." Qing Jianyue suddenly roared, "Fox."