Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“It’s the first time that I’ve heard an outsider say that. Many of Father’s students think that Brother Ci was born with bad luck. He’s considered to be ominous and they cover their noses with their sleeves as if he’s an epidemic. Although no one says anything, they’ve been alienating him for a long time.”

Wuniang was very dissatisfied with the injustice suffered by Wei Ci. She also firmly believed in her own perspective of Wei Ci, but she was small and powerless; no one would take her words seriously. She simply could not be happier that she had met someone who was like-minded.

“It’s just the opinions of ignorant people.” Jiang Pengji curled her lips and continued, “There are so many children who are born at the same time on the same day. Do they have the same fate? Is every child born on the 22nd day of the eighth lunar month in the year of Guiyou the reincarnation of Prime Minister Huangfu? It’s just that he has performed extraordinarily well, so other people are jealous of him. They can’t compare to him, so they can only use this as a smirch to defame him.”

“Exactly! They don’t even know Brother Ci’s character. They just follow what others have said and don’t have their own brains. They’re copycats!” Wuniang was in high spirits. She clenched her fists and nodded. She looked very happy.

Jiang Pengji could not help but smile upon seeing her behavior.

The audience in the streaming room also said that the little girl was very cute; she felt different from the other coquettish women of the era.

Laosiji Lianmeng: “Hahaha. I guess this little girl likes Wei Ci?”

Mianguan Kezhan: “She’s still young. What does she know about liking someone? I feel like she’s more of an idolater. Wei Ci is her idol, so she doesn’t allow anyone to maliciously defame him. She swears to defend his reputation.”

Yaokongqi Nidiaode: “Please. There are many girls who get married at the age of 12 or 13 in the ancient times. How is she young?”

Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: “Tsk. Most of the girls who get married at the age of 12 or 13 do not have a good family background. The slightly wealthier families definitely make their daughters stay with them for a few more years. They usually only get married after the reach the age of 15. How can Master Yuan Jing’s daughter have a poor family background?”

Jiang Pengji also agreed with the audience in the streaming room. Wuniang did have a strong adoration towards Wei Ci.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” She thought Jiang Pengji looked like a leecher!

Wuniang felt uncomfortable with the way Jiang Pengji was looking at her, so she could not help but take a step back. Her face looked a little unnatural.

Jiang Pengji tittered and exposed her. “Do you like Zixiao?”

Wuniang blushed and smashed the pot as if it was already cracked. “You’ve been on top of the tree for so long. You heard everything that you shouldn’t have. You ask when you already know the answer. I like Brother Ci. Father has even said that he’ll make a harmonious and orderly home. If he becomes my husband, I definitely won’t suffer.”

Wuniang liked Wei Ci and even wanted to marry him. She definitely did not like him for his looks. She was not that shallow. She definitely had a lot of female friends around her who were engaged and waiting to get married, but what were the virtues of their husbands’ families?

Thanks to her identity as Master Yuan Jing’s daughter, she occasionally delivered food to her father at the academy, so she could always hear some gossip. There were many men who had affairs with the servants around them. They even had children born of their mistresses, which embarrassed their legal wives.

What was even worse was that some of them just favored their concubines and did away with their wives. That was certainly not impossible.

Because of Master Yuan Jing’s enlightenment, Wuniang would of course want to choose someone she liked. The man must not only love her dearly, but know how to feel tender and protective towards her as well.

When Sanwu had a difficult birth, the servants wanted to get rid of Sanwu in order to avoid bringing unluckiness to the house lest it died. She could not do anything, so she rushed to Wei Ci for help. He did not regard the lives of Sanwu and its child as worthless. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and was not disgusted by the smell of blood. He also did not get angry when Sanwu scratched him when it was in pain. He actually delivered Sanwu’s child seriously.

Anyway, after that incident, Wuniang really liked Wei Ci.

Make a harmonious and orderly home? Jiang Pengji curled her lips. It was the first time that she had heard such a comment. The audience in the streaming room nearly exploded too. The screen was filled with the word “awesome.”

Liangliangde Wangsitu: “My language teacher died early. Can a language expert please explain this? How can he make a harmonious and orderly home?”

Yinyuejia Zhuge Qinmo: “Peaches are abundant and flowers are blossoming. Girls make a harmonious and orderly home when they get married to men… Comprehend the meaning for yourself.”

She felt that she had read a fake version of The Book of Songs.

Jiang Pengji tried to suppress her laughter and said, “If you like him, tell him directly. According to Zixiao’s character, he won’t spread this matter and ruin your reputation, regardless of whether he accepts you or not.”

Wuniang replied in dismay, “But Brother Ci likes someone else. He’s a serious man. I won’t bother to compete with someone else.”

“So?” Jiang Pengji asked.

“So, I hope that he’ll get together with his lover soon. He’ll already be 21 years old this year. If he drags this on, it’ll really be a difficult and long-standing problem,” Wuniang said. She was a little sad and continued awkwardly, “Anyway, I’ll only be 13 years old this year. There’ll definitely be some good candidates for my future husband.”

“That’s true.” Jiang Pengji liked Wuniang’s open-mindedness a lot. Master Yuan Jing had raised his daughter well.

The audience in the streaming room was attracted to Wuniang too.

Did one not know that the female characters in stories held a principle that the person that they liked had to respond well to their feelings? Otherwise, the men would be called heartbreakers. So much pain and sorrow had evolved from such unreasonable expectations.

How open-minded and cute Wuniang was made her especially unique.

“Hey, we’ve talked so much, but I don’t know what your name is.”

Jiang Pengji replied with a gentle smile, “I’m Liu Xi. You can also call me Lanting.”

Wuniang widened her eyes in shock. After a long time, she responded somewhat angrily, “Sure enough… One shouldn’t believe in rumors.”

“What rumors?”

“Other people have said that Liu Xi is a rebellious dandy who visits brothels in his free time. They say a wise goose never lays a tame egg.” Wuniang tilted her head and tried to secretly glance at Jiang Pengji from head to toe. However, Jiang Pengji caught her in action. She could not help but blush, and she said shyly, “Not to mention anything else, at least you have a clearer head than the rest. If every dandy is like you, then they’re not dandies anymore.”

Jiang Pengji just wanted to laugh, but she almost stiffened when she saw a bullet screen.

Dashu Xiaobing: “You’re in a very dangerous situation. The girl wants to flirt with you.”

“Your discerning eyes can tell greatness from mediocrity!” she praised Wuniang, unperturbed. She also praised herself.

Wuniang was startled, then she immediately understood that she was shamelessly praising her. She suddenly burst into laughter.

Jiang Pengji urged, “It’s getting late. Go home soon. You still have to worship the Flower God.”

“Okay.” Wuniang nodded. She trotted away down a path where there were less people.

Jiang Pengji crossed her hands in front of her chest and did not move. After a while, she walked straight towards a pear tree.

“Didn’t your heart skip a beat when the little girl said that she liked you to your face?”

Behind the tree, Wei Ci felt that his heart was about to stop beating. He was so shocked that he tried to dodge her, but he hit the back of his head against the trunk.

“Looks like you really have a lover. Is that how you can bear to reject the little girl?”

Wei Ci looked unprecedentedly serious. He pursed his thin lips and looked at Jiang Pengji sharply. “This is related to Wuniang’s reputation. Don’t bring up this matter again.”