General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 503

General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 503 – A bully (2)

Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Su Xiaoxiao handed the jar of jam to Deng An. 

“I made this myself. If your young master wants to eat anything, just let me know.”

Deng An accepted it with a smile. “Then I’ll thank you on behalf of my young master!”

Su Xiaoxiao curved her lips into a smile. 

“No need to thank me. I haven’t even thanked your young master yet for his appreciation of Xiaohu. Tell him to rest assured, I’ll make sure to bring Xiaohu over for his music lessons.”

At that, Deng An stumbled in shock and nearly fell forward… 

Inside the house.

The zither master Zhang had come to visit Ling Yun.

“Why are you like this again? Weren’t you already able to eat? I knew it, you were just fooling me!” 

Zhang scolded, handing over a cup of warm water.

Ling Yun said nothing.

Zhang tidied up his room, then turned around and asked, “Where’s your zither?”

“I gave it away,” Ling Yun said faintly. 

Master Zhang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

“What? That was the Nine Phoenix! The number one zither in the world! You—you—you—you… you gave it away? Don’t tell me it was to those three little brats!”

Ling Yun remained silent.

“It really was!” 

Master Zhang gasped sharply, nearly choking on his own breath. 

“What were you thinking? That was the Nine Phoenix!”

Ling Yun, too weak to argue, lazily turned over on the floor, showing his back. “Just a broken zither.”

Master Zhang nearly fainted with rage!

“You prodigal—”

The last two words, he forcibly swallowed back down with immense effort!

—

Meanwhile, Consort Xian’s family had already investigated the background of Su Cheng’s entire household overnight.

It wasn’t difficult to find out.

Qin Canglan had already made up his mind, he would never shield the fake Qin Che, nor would he allow Su Cheng, Su Xiaoxiao, and Su Ergou to live their days hiding and running.

The Marquis of Zhenbei’s household was the same. 

They openly acknowledged that the one who came to treat the old marquis was indeed his biological granddaughter.

If not for Su Xiaoxiao herself not formally acknowledging it yet, the old marquis would have already set up a hundred and eighty banquet tables and hired opera troupes to sing for three days and three nights.

—

When Consort Xian awoke, still drowsy, she sat lazily in her chair while Liu Sande reported every detail to her.

She yawned. 

“Say that again. What’s the child’s name?”

“Su Daya.” Liu Sande replied.

Consort Xian wrinkled her brows in distaste. 

“Such a rustic name. Just from hearing it, you will know that she’s a little country bumpkin. And her looks?”

Liu Sande gave an awkward laugh. 

“Uhm… a little plump.”

Consort Xian asked indifferently, “How plump is a little plump?”

Liu Sande spread his arms, gesturing a size.

Consort Xian inhaled sharply, instantly wide awake. “How much can that girl eat to be that size?”

Liu Sande smiled sheepishly. 

“Well, she’s… somewhat generously proportioned.”

Consort Xian’s eyes were filled with disgust. 

“Generously proportioned? That’s practically as fat as a pig!”

Liu Sande quickly said, “N-no, not that bad. I’ve heard that she’s actually rather good-looking…”  　　

Consort Xian frowned. “Such a fatty, how beautiful can she possibly be! Do you actually believe those lowly servants’ gossip?”

Liu Sande didn’t dare respond.

Consort Xian continued, “Has she received any education?” 

Liu Sande: “No.”

Consort Xian: “What about music?”

Liu Sande: “Also… no.”

Consort Xian grew anxious. “At least one of the Six Arts, surely she must have learned one of them?”

Granny Gui finally spoke up: “Your Ladyship, you were raised in the imperial city, where a single bowl of bird’s nest soup equals a year’s harvest for common folk. I’m afraid you might not understand, but among people who toil in the fields, their only wish is to have enough food to eat and live comfortably each day.”

These words—only she dared to say such things.

Liu Sande didn’t even have the guts to let out a single fart.

Consort Xian felt utterly wronged. 

“So ugly and talentless… how could she ever be worthy of my son?”

Then something occurred to her. 

“At least her character must be at least decent, right?”

Liu Sande clenched his teeth.

Consort Xian’s voice turned cold. “Speak quickly!”

Liu Sande braced himself and said, “I heard… that in her village… She was known as a little bully.”

Consort Xian: “…!!” 

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