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The vendor was initially wary of his lavish attire, but upon seeing his casual demeanor, which did not resemble that of an official, he opened up and began chatting about matters of the street market.
In the past two years, there had been no wars, and taxes were reduced. The lives of the people in Daliang were relatively stable; while some earned more and some less, at least they could all afford to eat. The market was bustling; otherwise, how could there be so many idle people coming here to watch the commotion?
Zhong Xue asked a few more questions about whether the officials oppressed them and if there were any bullies causing trouble, to which the vendor answered one by one.
As he ate his noodles, he seemed to be casually chatting, yet his facial expressions occasionally changed subtly.
San Chun observed him from the side and noticed that his expressions were quite singular; whether he was happy or sad was hard to discern. After watching for a while, she vaguely guessed that when his brows relaxed, he seemed pleased, and when they furrowed slightly, he appeared annoyed.
Being close allowed her to see him clearly—his nose, his eyes, his face were extraordinarily handsome, with features so defined they looked chiseled, beautiful enough to evoke jealousy.
Perhaps because he was crouching down, he exuded no aggressiveness at all; instead, there was a peaceful aura about him. The entire scene felt strangely unreal.
Having always heard of Chengyang Jun's brutality and lack of compassion, how could he have become so approachable? Could it be that the rumors were false? At the very least, he seemed to care about the people's lives.
They spent the entire meal crouched down to eat. By the time they were ready to leave, she realized her legs were numb and she could hardly stand. Around them, many others were eating noodles—some standing, some crouching—each appearing at ease; none struggled as she did. Feeling anxious that he might notice she wasn't from a laboring background, she pushed herself up hastily but stumbled and nearly fell again.
Zhong Xue caught her and helped her over to a piece of blue stone by the roadside, bending down gently to massage her legs.
This action felt even more bizarre than when he had been eating noodles. She felt uncomfortable all over, as if countless needles were pricking her skin—painful yet not quite painful, itchy yet not quite itchy—tormenting her greatly.
Wanting to pull away, she was forcibly held in place by him as his large hands roamed firmly over her calves.
Such a scene on Main Street with this "filial piety" would evoke sentiments if it were between father and son; it could be considered "husband and wife affection" if it were between spouses. But what were they? One was a Lord and the other a subordinate. And this subordinate was even a false man.
Others around them did not know their relationship; passersby would glance over—some would look briefly or express admiration—likely mistaking them for "deep brotherly affection."
San Chun felt extremely embarrassed inside. To alleviate the awkwardness, she could only lower her head and pretend to be happily chatting with him. She casually asked what he had inquired about at the noodle stall earlier—was he trying to understand the people's sentiments?
Zhong Xue glanced at her and said, "You just looked at This Lord like that, why didn't you react?"
What kind of reaction should she have? Shouldn't she be aware of the people's sentiments regarding a thug?
She lifted her eyelids slightly and replied, "I did."
"What was it?"
"I rolled my eyes." She demonstrated again, "Just like this."
Zhong Xue was momentarily taken aback, then said calmly, "Very good, the action is quite standard."
San Chun: "..."
As if on purpose, he took his time for a while before telling her to get up, even kindly asking her, "How do you feel? Is it better now?"
San Chun forced a bitter smile. Her legs were no longer numb, but when he had been rubbing them, half of her body had been in a stiff state because she had kept her back too straight. Now, bending even a little was difficult.
Zhong Xue seemed unaware that his previous behavior was inappropriate. Sitting up calmly, he said lightly, "You can go back to the residence first. I will return shortly to meet you."
San Chun's face flushed suddenly; it felt as if her husband had something to say while reminding his wife to return early.
Looking up, the sun was still hanging high in the sky. What kind of dream was Qingbai having?
"Understood." She hurriedly responded and turned to flee, her face still feeling hot.
Zhong Xue watched her run away like a rabbit, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly shouted, "Come out."
A person sighed as they walked out from the corner, their big eyes blinking mischievously.
“Lord Jun, how did you find out about me?”
Zhong Xue snorted lightly, “Some people have a strong smell about them.”
Kazama sniffed his sleeve; his clothes had been washed just a month ago. He sighed, “You should be used to this smell.” It was the scent of a bachelor, the true essence of manhood.
Zhong Xue didn’t want to listen to his nonsense. He was his personal bodyguard, someone he had played with in childhood and owed a debt of gratitude to, so their relationship was different from others. However, his nagging spirit was unparalleled; if he kept rambling on, they would surely end up spending the night on the street.
He asked him, “How long have you been here?”
“Not long, just seen everything that should and shouldn’t be seen.” Kazama pretended to sigh dramatically; he still couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Lord Jun bending down earlier.
Chengyang Jun had a cold demeanor and was always indifferent towards both men and women. In the residence, there were many female attendants, yet he had never seen him touch any of them. Sometimes, Kazama even wondered whether he preferred men or women.
However… today was truly rare; a dignified Lord Jun actually massaging someone’s legs in public. If this got out, tsk, it would really match his face.
Seeing Kazama’s expression, Zhong Xue knew what he was thinking and gave him a hard knock on the head, coldly scoffing, “Do you think This Lord has taken a liking to him? Doing that is just to show people how This Lord treats subordinates.”
One was the master and the other the servant; Kazama dared not refute him and hurriedly said, “Yes, that’s right, Lord Jun.”
Though he said that outwardly, inwardly he disagreed. How come he never got a leg massage from him? That line wouldn’t convince even a ghost.
Once they returned, he really wanted to investigate who that ugly fellow was and how he had captured Lord Jun’s heart.
His heart was in turmoil… so eager to know what would happen next…
Zhong Xue knew Kazama’s character well; he always made a fuss over nothing and liked to let his imagination run wild. At this moment, he was likely lost in thought again.
When Kazama finally returned from his daydreaming, he asked, “Have you completed the task I assigned you?”
"Yes."
"Then let's do one more thing."
"Lord Jun commands."
"Disfigure Feng Lingjun, so that even his own mother won't recognize him."
Kazama cried, "Lord Jun, he is not as good as you, truly not as good as you, especially in appearance."
Zhong Xue naturally knew this, but who told some people to show off excessively, thinking that by creating a buzz in Daliang, it would make him realize his importance and thus cooperate with him?
He appeared calm on the surface just now, but inside he was already boiling like water poured from a kettle.
Is he not as good as Feng Lingjun? If Ji Xun is not as good, that's one thing; who is he? How could he possibly be inferior to that bastard Feng Lingjun?
He has crossed his boundaries, and those who dare to provoke him usually pay back tenfold or a hundredfold.
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