The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

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Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun didn’t go watch the polo tournament today, not because they didn’t want to or because Gu Yan’s health couldn’t handle it, but because Lady Nan had poisoned herself while making poison again, and Master Lu had once again managed to injure himself while fighting with the horse king.

It was a somewhat serious situation, so the two brothers stayed behind to take care of them. Gu Xiaoshun mainly did the caregiving, while Gu Yan enjoyed the sun and drank tea with Old Master Meng.

Of course, they also occasionally played a game of chess with Old Master Meng.

Gu Yan liked playing chess.

However, his chess skills were far inferior to Gu Jiao’s, making Old Master Meng exasperated.

But as Gu Jiao said, if Old Master Meng played a game of chess with Gu Yan, Gu Jiao would play a game of chess with Old Master Meng upon her return.

Old Master Meng, eager for another game with Gu Jiao, persevered.

Gu Yan’s chess skills were terrible from start to finish.

Old Master Meng finally couldn’t stand it any longer and said in frustration, “Why did you place the piece here again? Haven’t I taught you several times that this should be placed at position 16 of the seventh row? With your terrible chess skills, you’re almost as bad as Xuanyuan Sheng!”

Gu Yan had heard this name many times now. Every time the old man got frustrated with his chess skills, he would bring this person up to vent his anger.

”Who is Xuanyuan Sheng?” He finally asked.

Old Master Meng waved his hand dismissively, “Someone who shouldn’t be mentioned.”

Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, ”Then why do you keep bringing him up?”

Old Master Meng was momentarily at a loss for words, “This… Isnʼt it because I’m so frustrated I’m losing my mind?”

Gu Yan was at an age where the more something was forbidden, the more curious he became.

He asked again, ”This Xuanyuan person, did he also play chess like me?”

Kid, do you have some misunderstanding about what it means to play chess?

”Alas.” Old Master Meng had many things he wanted to say. He couldn’t talk about them with others in Shengdu, and ironically, this chance encounter at their current residence had become the only place where he could freely express himself.

He said, ”I taught that kid chess for a few days, and he nearly drove me to death with anger. He was even dumber than you.”

Gu Yanʼs face darkened, ”Iʼll tell my sister you called me dumb.”

Old Master Meng: No tattling!

That girl would confiscate my chess pieces!

Old Master Meng, swallowing his pride, said, ”He, he... heʼs dumb! Youʼre smart!”

Gu Yan was satisfied and asked, ”Which ʼShengʼ is it? The ʼShengʼ that means to remain or the ʼShengʼ that means flourishing?”

”Neither.” Old Master Meng dipped his fingertip in water and wrote on the stone table, ”It’s this ʼShengʼ.” [T/N: means brightness of sun / splendor]

Gu Yan: ”Oh.”

Old Master Meng continued, “He wasn’t named this in his early years. He was known as Xuanyuan Hao initially. As a child, he fell into water a few times, so he went to the Imperial Advisorʼs Hall for divination. The Imperial Advisorʼs Hall said he was in conflict with water and advised changing his name to something associated with fire or something hot, so he became Xuanyuan Sheng.”

Recalling the past, a hint of melancholy appeared in Old Master Mengʼs eyes.

But the melancholy didn’t last long as the horse king came over, holding the reins in his mouth.

The horse king disdainfully tossed the reins onto Old Master Meng.

It was time for the old man to take it for a walk!

……

In a private room at the Yuebin Tower, Ming Junwang suddenly woke from his drunken slumber. He opened his eyes and moved his body a bit, realizing he had been lying face down on the table.

Had he just... fallen asleep like this?

The sky outside had darkened, and the beauty in the room was gone.

He stood up abruptly, but his legs were numb, and he collapsed with a thud.

The embroidered-uniform guards outside heard the commotion and quickly rushed in.

“Junwang!”

They all saluted simultaneously.

The leader among them stepped forward and helped Ming Junwang up.

Ming Junwang felt a sharp pain from his fall, his head throbbing as if it might explode.

“What happened to me?” He clutched his forehead and asked with a pained expression.

The embroidered-uniform guards helped him back to a chair.

“I can’t sit like this anymore; my rear hurts.” After sitting on a wooden stool all afternoon, even an iron buttocks couldn’t withstand it, let alone his own.

Since there was no bed for him to lie on, the leader of the embroidered-uniform guards called over two of his companions to support Ming Junwang on either side.

Although this arrangement was still uncomfortable, at least his bottom wouldn’t suffer further.

“Where is Young Miss Gu?” Ming Junwang asked, holding his splitting head.

The embroidered-uniform guards’ leader answered, “After Junwang got drunk, Young Miss Gu left.”

“What? You just let her leave?”

“Junwang... didn’t instruct us to keep her here.”

Wasnʼt it because I thought she wouldn’t leave? Are all of your heads made of wood?

Ming Junwang was at a loss for words.

How could he have gotten drunk at such a prime opportunity?

He wanted to blame the beauty, but then he remembered her usually aloof demeanor and realized it was his own drunkenness that had left her there, leading to her anger and departure.

“What about the painting she promised me?”

“Junwang, is this what you mean?” One embroidered-uniform guard picked up a... uh... a piece of paper from the table.

Typically, a painting for someone of Ming Junwang’s status would be mounted on a scroll, but this was just a crumpled piece of paper, and he had no idea what was going on.

Ming Junwang had the “painting” brought to him.

He took a closer look, and his mouth fell open in disbelief.

What in the world was this mess?

Was this the level of the beauty’s painting skills?

How could this be presentable?

It was too...

Forget it, he didn’t like her for her painting skills anyway.

It was her beauty that truly captivated him.

If she couldn’t paint, she couldn’t paint. At most, he could teach her himself in the future.

Yes, that’s right. He could use the opportunity to teach her painting as a reason to invite her again, and he was confident she wouldn’t refuse.

With this thought, the gloom in Ming Junwang’s heart dissipated, and he felt refreshed and invigorated.

Just as Ming Junwang was happily storing away the beauty’s personal painting, the coachman suddenly approached and reported at the door, “Junwang, something has happened to Han shizi!”

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In the suspenseful supernatural novel “Records of Mortals,” Jiang Baiyan, once a solitary and impoverished youth, finds refuge in the Shi family of Chang’an due to his extraordinary bloodline. With his clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, this seemingly innocent young man conceals a fanatical and malevolent lunatic within. Destined to succumb to darkness amidst hardship and degradation, he becomes a harbinger of chaos.

When Shi Dai suddenly transmigrates, she takes on the role of the Shi family’s young lady, the one who subjects him to countless trials, eventually leading to her demise.

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From what she knew of the plot, Jiang Baiyan was just a silent, timid, and often bullied pitiable character.

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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.

After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, ”Scared?”

Shi Dai responded, “You’re really amazing! I applaud you until I spin like a spiral and fly around the moon three hundred times! And also——you have dimples when you smile!”

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

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After seeing her at a lantern festival with another man, Jiang Baiyan lowered his eyes, his fingers twirling her hair. He said in a mocking and sinister tone, ”The mansion in the western suburbs...if I hide you there, no one will find you, right?”

Shi Dai replied, ”Does it come with meals and lodging? Can I sleep in everyday? Oh, and your cooking is the best!”

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

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Jiang Baiyan was supposed to dislike her, even hate her, but as their separation drew near, his eyes turned red and he grabbed her sleeve, pleading, ”Donʼt abandon me, alri—”

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Jiang Baiyan: ...?

He hasnʼt finished his lines yet though…