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Out of boredom, she discussed this issue with a man nearby.
The man looked like a vegetable seller. He dropped his vegetable basket on the ground and said in a low voice, "How can that be the same? Feng Lingjun is a benevolent and kind person, while our guy..."
He sighed, and didn't dare to continue, but the meaning behind his words was clear.
Thinking about it, Chengyang Jun had been focused on ruling through military power for years, paying little attention to the livelihoods of the common people. While it wasn't to the point of widespread resentment, it was impossible to expect people to like him. It was like a fierce gray wolf that only knew how to eat meat; it would never win people's affection.
Chengyang Jun may not be a good person, but she didn't think Feng Lingjun was anything special either. His appearance was just passable; even Zhong Xue was several times better. In terms of personality, he was like a pig's nose stuck in green onions—pretentious. On the surface, he appeared dignified, but behind the scenes, he was full of schemes. Coupled with his bad temper, he was simply detestable.
Between him and Zhong Xue, there was no need to compare who was better; in her view, one was a hypocrite and the other was genuine—both were equally unimpressive.
But she knew this; others did not. In the eyes of women, Feng Lingjun was a suave and charming young man who could write well and understood how to cherish and care for women. In the eyes of men, he was a great man who loved his people like children and ruled with benevolence.
Standing in the crowd, she frequently heard praises around her, along with two people loudly discussing him.
One exclaimed, "The charisma of Feng Lingjun is remarkable; his elegance is extraordinary—he can almost be compared to the Four Great Young Masters of yesteryear."
The other replied, "I think he might even be better than those Four Great Young Masters."
Then those shameless two loudly recounted many good deeds done by Feng Lingjun, which drew even more admiration from the crowd.
Four Great Young Masters were known by San Chun. They were Crown Prince Yan Yan Dan, Zhao State's Young Master Ji Xun, Qin Prince Qiu Lan, and Wei Kingdom's Chengyang Jun. Back when Zhong Xue had not yet become Lord Jun, his reputation was excellent; being one of the Four Great Young Masters meant he was admired for his looks, talent, and temperament.
But now Crown Prince Yan Dan was dead, Gongzi Qiulan was missing, and Chengyang Jun had become someone hated by thousands. Only Young Master Ji Xun remained as pure as jade.
With only one of the Four Great Young Masters left, it was no wonder that someone like Feng Lingjun could flaunt himself so much.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a strong aversion, as if someone had smeared more black onto her already dark face.
She could not stand others speaking ill of her idol, especially Young Master Ji Xun. They just had to let her hear it...
Feeling angry, she didn't bother to find Qing anymore. She strode over, pointed at the two with her finger, and shouted, "You are talking nonsense! Who do you think the Four Great Young Masters are? They are not someone who can be casually compared to anyone!"
The two looked at her, a hideous figure, and couldn't help but sneer. "Who do you think you are, daring to act wild here?"
San Chun laughed coldly. "Whether Feng Lingjun can compare to the Four Great Young Masters, everyone knows in their hearts. If you don't believe it, ask the people present. Can anyone say that Feng Lingjun is not as good as the Four Great Young Masters?"
The two didn't believe it and asked around, but no one in the crowd spoke up.
Most were just there to join in the fun; who had truly seen the Four Great Young Masters? How could they determine who was better or worse?
Seeing no response, San Chun became anxious and was thinking of something to convince them when someone behind her said lightly, "This Lord also believes that Feng Lingjun cannot compare to the Four Great Young Masters."
Upon hearing that voice, she perked up; the main person had arrived.
Zhong Xue was dressed in a wide purple-red robe today. Wherever he stood, he exuded a powerful aura. The people around him were so intimidated by his gaze that they took two steps back.
The two gossipers seemed to recognize Zhong Xue. As soon as they saw him, they turned to run. However, he caught each of them by the back of their collars and effortlessly pulled them back like two balls rolling away.
The crowd stirred for a moment, clearing a space, and then instinctively formed a circle around them.
Zhong Xue would not let them escape. Before the two could get up, he stepped on one of their chests.
He coldly smiled, "Who instructed you to spread rumors and embellish Feng Lingjun?"
The two hurriedly begged for mercy, saying, "Please spare us, sir. We only took someone's money to say a few good words here; we don't know anything else."
"Are you two from Daliang?"
"Yes."
"As people of Wei Kingdom, what malicious intent do you have in promoting the State of Chu?"
The two did not dare to respond, only desperately bowing their heads and begging for mercy, promising they would never do it again.
San Chun then realized that someone had paid to hire people to create a scene here. From this, she inferred that with so many people coming to welcome them today, there must be some hidden agenda. Otherwise, why would so many people be idle just to catch a glimpse of a half-grown old man?
She also couldn't understand what Feng Lingjun was thinking, singing such a performance and for what purpose.
"Get lost." Zhong Xue shouted, and the two immediately got up and ran away faster than rabbits.
He turned to look at San Chun, seeing her frowning in deep thought. He couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. Ever since that day when he felt she resembled that person, it seemed he had subconsciously identified her as that person.
Sighing, he suppressed the trembling in his heart and asked, "Why are you here?"
This was the first time he had seen her not run away in these days. She found it somewhat amusing and deliberately asked back, "Why is Lord Jun here?"
To his surprise, he actually answered.
"Let's go out for a walk."
San Chun nodded, "Me too."
The two seemed to struggle to find a topic, and there was an awkward silence. Just when she thought he would leave, he suddenly asked her, "Are you feeling hungry? Would you like to eat some pastries?"
Having come out early without breakfast, she indeed felt hungry at that moment and replied, "That sounds great."
Looking at his calm and expressionless face, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on with him today. Why was he inviting her to eat? Did he see her in a different light after hearing good things about him?
At this time, Feng Lingjun's group had already passed by, and it wouldn't be easy to find Qing again. Anyway, they were going to Chengyang Junfu, so there would be other opportunities. Thinking this way, she happily followed behind him through the crowd.
Zhong Xue didn't go to any fancy restaurant but instead stopped at a noodle stall and ordered two bowls of Yangchun Noodles. The stall had no cushions to sit on, just a dirty table. He held the bowl and squatted by the table, slurping the noodles. Seeing her not moving, he waved his chopsticks at her.
San Chun walked over and squatted beside him. The way he enjoyed the noodles made it seem like they must be delicious, but once she tasted them, she found the flavor average and not as good as what Qing made.
While eating the noodles, Zhong Xue casually chatted with her about mundane topics like "How's life?" "Do you feel the taxes are heavy?" "Is business hard to do?" and other similar livelihood issues.
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