Chapter 437
At the main entrance of Muxiang Residence.
Yin Wuyan placed a hand on Zhan Feiyu's shoulder, his icy gaze sweeping towards the alley on the left.
"Zhan..." The person who had just rushed out hadn't even finished speaking before He Sheng had already twisted his shoulder.
Zhan Feiyu looked in surprise at Yuan Kangping, who was being manhandled to the ground by He Sheng, "It's you?"
"Let go of me!" Yuan Kangping roared in anger, feeling insulted. However, as he struggled, a tearing pain shot through his shoulder, making his face flush even redder with fury.
"Ah Sheng, let go of Young Master Yuan the Second," Zhan Feiyu spoke again, contemplating Yuan Kangping's intention for visiting. "Why are you here?"
Released, Yuan Kangping suppressed the rage in his chest, his gloomy eyes fixed on Zhan Feiyu, "Is this how Miss Zhan entertains guests? Heh, truly, the petty rise, the noble decline."
Scoffed at, Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but laugh. She looked at the indignant Yuan Kangping with a sneer and took a step towards the main entrance.
"You!" Seeing Zhan Feiyu ignore him and leave, Yuan Kangping's face turned red with anger again. She was just a country girl. If not for being taken in as a disciple by Scholar Gu, how dare this lowly girl disregard him like this!
Thinking of how he had been suppressed by his uncle and humiliated by his cousins over the years, Yuan Kangping clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the surging anger in his chest. This world was unfair, so unfair!
"Zhan Feiyu!" Turning around, Yuan Kangping stared at Zhan Feiyu, who was about to enter, and roared hoarsely, "You're just lucky. Without Scholar Gu, what are you?"
And what he lacked was precisely this luck! Yuan Kangping's face contorted into a hideous grimace. "You studied under Scholar Gu, and after only two years of study, you managed to achieve the 'Little Three Yuan' in Nanxuan Prefecture. Do you think all the scholars in the world are fools? This is simply the chief examiner of Nanxuan Prefecture trying to curry favor with Scholar Gu."
Venting his inner discontent with anger, Yuan Kangping tidied his robes, stood up straight, and recited: "In a grand, vermilion-gated mansion, there resides a pampered youth. His appearance is like a woman's, his skin smooth and plump from rich food. His hands hold no scrolls, his body wears no armor. At twenty, he inherits titles and honors, his family lineage of merit and influence. In spring, he ventures out daily, his attire light and luxurious. In the morning, he drinks with gamblers, in the evening, he frequents brothels. He settles gambling debts with his earnings, piles gold to choose beautiful women. Beyond music, women, dogs, and horses, he knows nothing else."
After finishing, Yuan Kangping burst into wild laughter, looking mockingly at Zhan Feiyu standing before the bronze-studded gate, "I wonder if the holder of the Nanxuan Prefecture's 'Little Three Yuan' understands the meaning of these words?"
Yuan Kangping was essentially mocking Zhan Feiyu, comparing her to those dissolute, pampered young masters. The latter relied on their family background, while Zhan Feiyu relied on her teacher, Scholar Gu. Other scholars toiled day and night for fame and fortune, yet people like Zhan Feiyu could ascend to prominence overnight, adorned in brocade and living lives of pleasure and extravagance.
Meeting Yuan Kangping's undisguised mocking gaze, Zhan Feiyu spoke, completing the previous lines: "How pitiable are the Confucian scholars, who study tirelessly without fatigue. Their eyes dim from reading, their hands blistered from writing. After ten years, they might achieve one success, their fame often coming too late. Even those who achieve official positions find their temples already streaked with gray. How regrettable that their youth was spent in poverty and obscurity. When a man is old and ill, what use is wealth and status?"
Chapter 437
At the main entrance of Muxiang Residence.
Yin Wuyan placed a hand on Zhan Feiyu's shoulder, his icy gaze sweeping towards the alley on the left.
"Zhan..." The person who had just rushed out hadn't even finished speaking before He Sheng had already twisted his shoulder.
Zhan Feiyu looked in surprise at Yuan Kangping, who was being manhandled to the ground by He Sheng, "It's you?"
"Let go of me!" Yuan Kangping roared in anger, feeling insulted. However, as he struggled, a tearing pain shot through his shoulder, making his face flush even redder with fury.
"Ah Sheng, let go of Young Master Yuan the Second," Zhan Feiyu spoke again, contemplating Yuan Kangping's intention for visiting. "Why are you here?"
Released, Yuan Kangping suppressed the rage in his chest, his gloomy eyes fixed on Zhan Feiyu, "Is this how Miss Zhan entertains guests? Heh, truly, the petty rise, the noble decline."
Scoffed at, Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but laugh. She looked at the indignant Yuan Kangping with a sneer and took a step towards the main entrance.
"You!" Seeing Zhan Feiyu ignore him and leave, Yuan Kangping's face turned red with anger again. She was just a country girl. If not for being taken in as a disciple by Scholar Gu, how dare this lowly girl disregard him like this!
Thinking of how he had been suppressed by his uncle and humiliated by his cousins over the years, Yuan Kangping clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the surging anger in his chest. This world was unfair, so unfair!
"Zhan Feiyu!" Turning around, Yuan Kangping stared at Zhan Feiyu, who was about to enter, and roared hoarsely, "You're just lucky. Without Scholar Gu, what are you?"
And what he lacked was precisely this luck! Yuan Kangping's face contorted into a hideous grimace. "You studied under Scholar Gu, and after only two years of study, you managed to achieve the 'Little Three Yuan' in Nanxuan Prefecture. Do you think all the scholars in the world are fools? This is simply the chief examiner of Nanxuan Prefecture trying to curry favor with Scholar Gu."
Venting his inner discontent with anger, Yuan Kangping tidied his robes, stood up straight, and recited: "In a grand, vermilion-gated mansion, there resides a pampered youth. His appearance is like a woman's, his skin smooth and plump from rich food. His hands hold no scrolls, his body wears no armor. At twenty, he inherits titles and honors, his family lineage of merit and influence. In spring, he ventures out daily, his attire light and luxurious.
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