Grass and mustard reign supreme

Chapter 43 Yang Er has taken the bait?
Zhang Yunyi's inner residence was filled with winding corridors and secluded paths.

The numerous pavilions and corridors are scattered throughout the area.

If you're not familiar with this place, you could easily get lost among all the doors and windows.

A lamp stand with a delicate wooden frame and intricate carvings, its unique and elegant design, stands beside the dressing table.

This is an exquisite bedroom, with eight tallow candles on the lamp stand illuminating the room.

A beautiful young woman, wearing a semi-transparent gauze nightgown, sat facing the mirror.

Her hips were full and her waist was slender, with exaggerated curves.

A rosewood table with rolled ears sits under the window, with tea and snacks on it.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a bathrobe, sat in a round-backed chair next to him.

He is Zhang Yunyi's eldest son, Zhang Xinran.

Master Zhang had him when he was seventeen, so the age difference between Young Master Zhang and his father was not very large.

The beautiful young woman removing her makeup in front of the mirror is his wife, Chen Wan.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Young Master Zhang, who was eating snacks and drinking tea, immediately stood up and walked over quickly.

He opened the door, and the messenger was standing outside, excitedly saying, "Young master, it's done!"

Zhang Xinran exclaimed with delight, "Deacon Yang slept with her?"

The servant said, "The lanterns have been hung up."

"Haha, good, good, good!"

Young Master Zhang said smugly, "This time we've finally got him under control!"

I'd like to see how he'll make things difficult for the Zhang family this time, hahaha…

Young Master Zhang chuckled a few times, waved his hand, and said, "Go, keep an eye on things. Report back immediately if there's any news."

The servant agreed and ran off quickly.

Mrs. Chen sat in front of the dressing mirror and pursed her lips.

"Only you two would do something like this."

Sangzhi is your father's concubine, your mistress.

You two were so happy to send him to sleep with someone else for free.

Honestly... I don't even know what to say.

Sangzhi was Zhang Yunyi's "concubine," while "Ji" was usually used as a gift or to serve guests.

There are actually some differences between the two.

Someone of Master Zhang's status, even if he were to entertain guests, should be a concubine rather than a mistress.

Therefore, once Yang Can gets involved with her, Master Zhang will have a reason to make trouble for him.

When you come to inspect, I even have my concubine serve you tea as a sign of respect!
But why did you pull my concubine onto your bed?

If this matter blows up, Yang Can will be labeled as unreliable by the clan leader!

Even if he fell for someone's honey trap, he is still not someone to be trusted with important tasks.

This price was enough to get Deacon Yang and him to reach some kind of tacit understanding.

Young Master Zhang glared at his wife: "What do you know, you woman?"
This is called tactic; what does it matter if she's just a concubine?
"If you can't bear to part with your beautiful concubine, can you really keep Yang Can?"

"Tch!" The young mistress snorted disdainfully, gracefully rose, and prepared to go to bed.

Young Master Zhang had just received such good news, and a huge weight had been lifted from his heart; he was in high spirits.

Upon seeing Wan'er bend over to spread the quilt, her slender waist bent, and her body stretched into an extremely rounded curve.

Her undergarments were lifted by the movement, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white waist and back.

The area where the buttocks meet the slender waist is thus created by two very charming little dimples.

Young Master Zhang immediately became very interested, chuckled, and shamelessly moved closer.

"You jerk, you're so annoying!"

With a coquettish sigh, the candles in the room were extinguished one by one, gradually darkening the room.

……

Xiao Tan's technique was extremely skillful, clearly indicating that she had undergone rigorous training.

She can take care of every part of the body by scrubbing and massaging.

However, she maintained a perfectly appropriate level of seriousness.

Yang Can couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that even his second steward couldn't enjoy life as well as that nouveau riche from the countryside.

After Yang Can finished bathing, Xiao Tan brought him a dry piece of kudzu cloth.

She spread her hands out in a cloth, stood with her eyes lowered, and said respectfully, "Deacon Yang, please put on your clothes."

She held Ge Bu very high, level with her eyebrows, so that she wouldn't see Yang Can's body.

Yang Can took the thick, dry kudzu cloth and wrapped it around his body.

He didn't need to wipe himself much; the cloth was very absorbent and absorbed all the water droplets off his body.

Xiao Tan bowed and said, "This servant will wait outside. If you have any instructions, please just call out."

After saying that, Xiao Tan gracefully withdrew.

Yang Can was prepared to firmly reject the temptation of beauty.

As it turned out, they didn't give him a chance at all, which left him feeling a little disappointed.

After he changed into his fine cotton nightgown, let his wet hair fall over his shoulders, and stepped out of the bathroom, Xiao Tan was standing respectfully outside.

As soon as he came out, she led him to the bedroom.

Yang Can entered the bedroom, and Xiao Tan stopped outside the door, saying sweetly:

"I'll rest in the side room next door. Please feel free to summon me if you have any orders, young master."

After saying that, she closed the door for Yang Can.

Yang Can hummed a tune as he loosened his belt and walked toward the bed.

Suddenly, he noticed a bulge on the already made-up bed.

Yang Can was surprised and quickly took two steps forward, reaching out to pull her.

Surprisingly, this attempt failed to lift the blanket.

Inside the quilt, the young woman named Sangzhi was lying.

Clearly, she was completely naked at that moment.

Although Yang Can was unable to lift the blanket because Sang Zhi held it back, a corner of the blanket was still lifted, revealing a glimpse of her delicate, rounded shoulder.

Yang Can exclaimed, "Miss Sangzhi?"

Sang Zhi smiled sweetly, lowered her eyes, and said shyly, "Please be gentle, sir."

……

Qingmei was wearing a round-necked robe, and her hair was simply tied in a ponytail.

She had just finished showering, and her hair was shiny black.

With her cheerful steps, her ponytail bounced gently, radiating youthful vitality.

She was quite excited as this was her first time doing an external affairs duty.

However, precisely because it was her first time, she didn't know how to begin.

Although she really wanted to outdo Yang Can, she couldn't come up with a solution no matter how much she thought about it.

So she decided to cooperate with Yang Can, thinking she could just share some of the credit with him.

So she couldn't wait to run over.

Madam Sangzhi was the favorite concubine of Master Zhang. Master Zhang disguised her as a maid so that he could control Yang Can.

He won't expose this immediately after it happens.

As long as Yang Can's visit was just a perfunctory gesture, he would pretend that nothing had happened.

If Yang Can really wants to deal with him, then he should bring up this matter and accuse Yang Can of forcing his favorite concubine.

Xiao Tan was originally Madam Sangzhi's personal maid, and she continued to serve her at this time.

It's just that the "male owner" was temporarily replaced.

Actually, Xiao Tan was quite interested in her wife's "temporary male head of household".

After all, Yang Can is young and handsome, and what girl wouldn't love to look good?

So, after entering the side room, Xiao Tan didn't lie down, but instead pressed her ear against the wall...

Before she could hear anything interesting, she heard a series of footsteps.

Xiao Tan was slightly startled. Who would barge in at this time?

Isn't this going to ruin my husband's grand plan?

Xiao Tan hurriedly opened the door and went out to greet her. She saw a ponytail bouncing up the stairs.

"Who is it? Ah! Qingmei?"

Qingmei ran upstairs, but no one came to greet her along the way, and she was secretly grimacing.

It's just a village, no matter how grand it tries to appear, it just lacks manners.

My guests have all gone upstairs, but no one has come out to greet them.

As soon as they went upstairs, they saw Xiao Tan, dressed in a small outfit and with her hair down, looking slightly flustered as she came to greet them.

Qingmei immediately became suspicious: "You're a maid, why don't you sleep downstairs? And this outfit, you..."

Suddenly, a sly glint appeared in Qingmei's eyes:
You bastard Yang Can, how dare you cheat on my daughter!

For a moment, Qingmei felt a mix of excitement, anger, and a strange, indescribable sourness.

She put on a fierce expression, shoved Xiao Tan aside, and rushed into the room.

Inside the room, Yang Can saw his maid Sangzhi lying in bed and quickly fastened his belt.

“Miss Sangzhi, what are you doing? I, Yang, have no need to serve you in bed.”

Well, the mental preparation I'd been building up for so long to firmly reject seduction finally came in handy this time.

Sangzhi chuckled, resting her chin on her hand, exuding charm.

"Serving the steward, although it was the master's arrangement, I was more than willing to do it myself."

It was just a fleeting moment, a dream that leaves no trace. Don't worry about it, sir.

Yang Can said sternly, "Shut up!"

He feared that if the girl continued talking, his resolve would waver.

This woman was sent by Master Zhang; he dared not touch her.

Did he really choose Feng'an Village as his first stop simply because it was closest to Phoenix Villa?
Why couldn't he go to the furthest one first, and then check back one by one?
He chose Feng'an Village because he made some discoveries while reviewing the accounts.

Therefore, this Zhang family head was a target he had to take down.

Zhang Yunyi was the sacrifice that made Deacon Yang famous.

Since he had made up his mind to use Zhang Yunyi to establish his authority, how could he possibly accept any benefits from Zhang Yunyi?

Although I had accepted gold coins from them before, that was different.

He had already secretly handed over the gold ingots to Steward Deng and explained the reason.

It's easy to hand over stolen money, but how do you hand over the beautiful women that were sent to you after you slept with them?

But... wouldn't a firm refusal make Master Zhang more wary of me?

How can I refuse politely and calmly?

Yang Can was racking his brains when the door was suddenly flung open by his sullen little childhood sweetheart.

"You, surnamed Yang, are really something..."

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Qingmei put her hands on her hips and struck a pose like a large teapot.

At the same time, her eyes widened in surprise.

Before, I was only keeping watch over my own daughter, making noise but not seeing anything, which was very worrying.

Today I can finally see things clearly and openly.

Ok?
The situation in the room seemed to be quite different from what she had imagined.
Xiao Qingmei stood there, hands on her hips, stunned.

A pair of large eyes looked at Sangzhi, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt on the bed, her face pale.

Looking at Yang Can, who was wearing a bathrobe and exuded an air of righteousness, Qingmei felt that something was amiss.

When Yang Can saw his childhood sweetheart, his eyes lit up immediately. He had finally found a suitable reason!
Yang Can darted to Xiao Qingmei and pulled her arm, which was clasped around her waist, into his arms.

"Qingmei, listen to me, I didn't summon her to my bedchamber. In fact, I had no idea she was here."

I just took a shower, and when I came back, she was lying there completely naked.

Qingmei's lips twitched a few times. She really wanted to hear Yang Can explain, and sincerely repent and admit his mistakes.

But what's with that guilty look on your face, like you've been caught cheating by your wife?
Xiao Qingmei had a vague feeling that things were developing in a direction she couldn't have predicted.

(End of this chapter)