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Feng Lingjun had poor eyesight, but there were others with good eyesight.
He had just stood up when San Chun pushed him down again. Feeling angry, he suddenly heard Yan Ping say, "Could that person be the one Lord Jun is looking for?"
Feng Lingjun was startled and hurriedly searched again, but there was no trace of San Chun. He had stayed in Anyi for half a month, and there had been no progress on the matters discussed with Chengyang Jun. At this moment, he was anxious and immediately instructed Yan Ping to look for her.
However, Yan Ping was not in a hurry to chase after her; being at the Embassy, it was only a matter of time before they found her. Judging by the person's attire, they should be a soldier from the Wei Kingdom, and it would be easy to find out which soldiers from the Wei Kingdom were present here.
He chuckled, "Don't worry, Lord Jun, we will definitely find her within three days."
San Chun was unaware that she had already exposed herself. She hurried into the restroom, and after a flurry of activity, she felt much better. Just in case, she had brought along a Disguise Pill, and now she quickly wiped her face with her sleeve and took out a yellow pill to reapply.
When she touched her face, the scar seemed to have disappeared. With a yellow face and no scar, she looked nothing like Spring; it was impossible for a scar to heal so quickly.
While tying her pants, she pondered what to do. She had no ability to make another one; even if she had an entire piece of pigskin, she couldn't replicate it exactly.
It was truly a headache!
Unable to come up with a good idea, she simply let her hair down a bit to cover her face so that no scars could be seen.
As she exited the restroom, there was already a warrior waiting outside. Judging by his disgruntled expression, he probably thought the wait was too long.
San Chun politely nodded at him and then quickly walked away, fearing that if she took too long, she would be scolded.
Returning to the original spot, the two important figures were still arguing with each other, both red-faced and necks thickened; it was unclear how many lifetimes of grievances they had accumulated.
She quietly slipped past the two of them, afraid of being called out and dragged into their conversation.
They were too busy glaring at each other to pay her any mind, allowing her to return to her original spot without issue. At this moment, Zhong Yi had also disappeared, leaving her alone here, which made her feel more at ease about not being noticed.
After a while, Ji Xun returned with a flushed face, his head down as he hurried into the room.
San Chun, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the hem of his back was wet and couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Did Chengyang Jun deliberately hold him back and make him wet his pants?
If it were in the past, she wouldn't have thought of such a thing. With Ji Xun's celestial demeanor, even if he were wet, people would only think he spilled tea on himself. However, ever since she witnessed his fight with Chengyang Jun last time, she suddenly felt that the so-called royal nobility was just like that; when they got riled up, they were no different from her.
Ji Xun was almost fainting from anger. This Zhong Xue was so annoying; knowing he was desperate to relieve himself, she insisted on dragging things out and even brought up Yan Dan on purpose.
Anything related to Yan Dan was enough to drive him insane. They went back and forth endlessly until he realized what he needed to do when his stomach felt urgent. He rushed off, causing Zhong Xue to laugh uncontrollably.
When he reached the restroom, there was a warrior who needed to use it. He grabbed him and demanded that he let him go first.
The warrior dared not refuse and jumped anxiously. As soon as Ji Xun entered, he heard a "pfft" sound from outside...
He couldn't help but sigh slightly; it was his own fault that others were affected.
When he came out, he no longer saw the warrior; perhaps he had gone back to change his pants.
Hurrying back, as he passed by the original spot, Chengyang Jun had not left yet. He had set up a small table on the ground with wine jugs and cups on it and was sitting there drinking by himself.
Seeing Ji Xun approach, Chengyang Jun curled his lips into a playful smile. "Your Highness has been gone for quite a while; did you not wet your pants?"
Ji Xun shot him a glance and said, "Lord Jun is also a refined person; why must you speak such vulgar words?"
"Vulgar words, you say?" Zhong Xue sneered. When he had mocked him alongside the young masters of the State of Chu back in the day, did he consider himself refined then?
Ji Xun didn't want to argue further and turned to leave. Just as he took a step, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower body. He lifted the back of his robe and discovered a large wine stain on it. Looking at Zhong Xue, he saw him holding an empty cup and smiling at him with an expression that seemed to be waiting for a good show.
The wet spot was too awkward, making one inevitably think too much.
He frowned, about to argue, but suddenly recalled past events and let out a deep sigh.
Zhong Xue had always been one to repay grievances with vengeance. His actions today seemed childish, but they were nothing more than revenge for past wrongs.
That year marked their third year in the State of Chu. On Chongyang Festival, several young masters from Chu invited the young masters from Proton Manor to climb and enjoy themselves in the Eastern Garden. He had always been on good terms with the Young Masters of Chu, so naturally, he sat among them.
They were originally playing a poetry game when Young Master Xinren from Chu found it boring and suggested they find someone to play with.
Xin Ren had a notorious reputation; upon hearing this, all the servants were frightened and stepped back. In anger, Xin Ren decided to pick a young master himself.
Among the young masters of Proton Manor, Zhong Xue had the lowest status. The Young Masters of Chu were used to teasing him and naturally chose him for their amusement.
Everyone turned their eyes toward him. Xin Ren chuckled and then ordered someone to call Zhong Xue out.
At that time, Zhong Xue was only fourteen years old. He obediently stood in front of everyone, subjected to their pointing and laughing.
Xin Ren mocked him, calling him a fool who still wet the bed at fourteen or fifteen. Then he splashed a cup of wine onto Zhong Xue's front and pointed at the wet spot while laughing heartily, "Look, look! Young Master Zhao Xue not only wets the bed but has also wet his pants!"
Suddenly, the room erupted in laughter, everyone pointing at Zhong Xue, mocking him as if he were not even three years old.
In the face of others' ridicule, Zhong Xue showed no shame and instead laughed happily along with everyone.
Xin Ren, still unsatisfied after splashing a bit, insisted that everyone pour a cup of wine on Zhong Xue.
Everyone laughed and complied. When the cup was handed to him, he merely waved his hand slightly, indicating he did not want to participate. At that moment, he felt no pity for Zhong Xue; instead, he thought Zhong Xue lacked backbone. It was truly shameless to be humiliated yet still so happy.
Later, Yan Dan arrived and sternly reprimanded Xin Ren, threatening to inform the King of Chu about his reckless behavior that harmed others.
Xin Ren was the third son of the King of Chu and the legitimate child of the Queen, with the highest hopes of being crowned as the crown prince. He certainly did not want his father to know about his mischief. He hurriedly ordered that Zhong Xue be released and pleaded with Yan Dan not to tell his father.
Yan Dan huffed and took off his outer robe, draping it over Zhong Xue's shoulders as he helped him out.
At that moment, watching the two support each other as they left made him uncomfortable. He felt that Yan Dan should not protect Zhong Xue and even thought that someone without integrity deserved to be humiliated. It wasn't until later that he witnessed Zhong Xue's revenge that he realized Zhong Xue was a deeply scheming person who had only been biding his time for an opportunity to retaliate.
As for the instigator, Young Master Xinren, he was later shot dead in the Battle of Chu Wei, with even his corpse never recovered. Few of those who had splashed wine on him ended up well either.
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