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The Provincial Examination has officially concluded, and everywhere there are scholars engaging in grand discussions. Most believe they are well-read and possess unique insights into politics and people's livelihoods. Little do they know that Yang Yichen does not think any of them will attain high positions or become good officials in the future.
Although he himself is not a good person, he has never harmed the interests of innocent people.
After staying in Linyi County for two days, Yang Yichen set off on his journey home.
In the afternoon, he arrived at Biqi Town, where the presence of the Wen Family compelled him to return home.
Unlike the disdainful looks of the past and the previous air of superiority, Yang Bingshan was exceptionally polite this time. His weathered yet handsome face revealed a rare smile.
"Hahaha, Yichan is back? You must be tired. Wait a moment; your father has instructed the kitchen to prepare something delicious for you to replenish your strength." He immediately turned to Yang Butler and gave him a knowing glance. "Why aren't you getting ready for Young Master?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I am preparing right away," Yang Butler replied, bowing his body as he hurried off.
"Thank you, Father!" Yang Yichen rarely showed him a good expression. Since his son became a Scholar, he had hardly seen him.
Moreover, this time he returned from the Provincial Examination as the top scorer in the County Examination; it was almost certain that he would succeed.
He never doubted it, and thinking about this made Yang Bingshan smile broadly.
"By the way, Father, I'm quite tired from my journey. I think I’ll go rest now!" Yang Yichen truly felt uncomfortable seeing this so-called father for even a moment.
"Ah, yes, yes! You should rest well. I won't disturb you; hurry back to your courtyard and rest. I'll have someone clean your room," Yang Bingshan said with a sycophantic demeanor.
Yang Yichen's impatience went unnoticed by his father, who was too caught up in his own thoughts.
As he walked inside, Yang Yichen was not just tired; he simply could not stand this so-called father who buzzed around like a fly for a bit of profit.
Did he ever receive such treatment before? It's simply a joke. Yang Bingshan only values him for his current status, for being a Scholar, and even the aura of being a Juren.
What if he didn't have these? Would he still receive the same treatment from Yang Bingshan? The answer is certainly no. Perhaps back then, Yang Bingshan looked at him as if he were the Plague, wanting nothing more than to stay far away.
In the largest courtyard in the backyard, flowers bloomed everywhere. A wicker chair sat beneath a flower trellis, and in the shade of the trees lay a woman resting on it. Her slender figure was complemented by a dark red Long Skirt, making her skin appear even smoother and fairer.
With her eyes lightly closed, she cast a faint shadow, and a serene smile graced her lips, radiating a gentle aura.
"Mother, I'm back!"
The woman suddenly sat up, the cool blanket slipping away without her noticing. "Yichan, you’re back?"
It turned out the woman was none other than Wen Family.
Her mood had been calm, and day by day her appetite improved, especially now that those who once trampled on her were now beneath her feet. This feeling was something she had never experienced in many years.
It turns out that people truly share similar psychology; they cannot endure humiliation from others. Even if they seemed weak at the time and appeared to hold no grudges, deep down they carried an indelible shadow until they had the chance to retaliate against those who once wronged them.
"How are you? Are you feeling unwell? How was your food? Did you get cold or hungry? The food at the exam hall must not have been good; you probably just ate dry buns. What do you want to eat now? Mother will go make it for you."
Wen Family didn’t mention anything about his exam; all her words were filled with concern for his well-being.
She knew her son had just recovered from an old ailment and wondered if he could withstand such a demanding exam.
"Mother, there's no need to worry. I'm doing well."
The boy's gaze involuntarily drifted off, his eyes fixed on the dry rations in front of him. Yes, dry rations. Compared to other candidates who started nibbling on dry buns and drinking cold water, his provisions had a unique quality.
As hot water was poured, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air, rich with the scent of thick porridge and flavorful noodles.
Next to him, a little hot water was boiled in the fireplace; just a quick dip and he could dig in. In moments of unbearable hunger, those seemingly ordinary dry rations proved to be incredibly useful.
He really didn’t know how those yellowish flour and noodle-like things came about; it turned out the girl hadn’t lied to him after all.
He could still hear her voice as she handed him the package when he left: “Yang Yichen, remember you can eat these in the exam room. Just pour hot water over them; they’re really tasty.”
At that time, he hadn’t thought much about it; he had simply brought them to the exam room out of instinct.
Unexpectedly, during the second and third rounds, he could still enjoy steaming hot meals. The feeling was truly refreshing! That was his only impression.
In fact, it wasn’t anything extraordinary; it was just Liu Qingxi who had stoked a fire and sautéed some plain flour until it turned a light yellow before scooping it out of the pan.
Then she fried some peanuts, removed their crispy outer shells, crushed them into fine bits with a rolling pin, and mixed them with the sautéed flour.
The simple yet nutritious fried flour was ready, and adding some hot water turned it into a delicious paste.
As for the noodles in Yang Yichen's eyes, they were merely fried briefly in oil until cooked and easy to store.
It was rare for their son to zone out again. The Wen Family teased him: “Oh dear, what is my cold son thinking about? Don’t tell me you’re not thinking about anything; it’s written all over your face.”
His handsome features gradually flushed with color, spreading all the way to his ears and neck.
"Alright, alright, whether you admit it or not, your mother understands. Just go ahead and do what you want; I won't stop you."
Heh, she knows exactly who he has in mind. Who else could make her son change his expression like that?
The Wen Family didn't have this scheming side before. At this moment, Yang Yichen didn't want to face his mother.
However, he quickly grasped the situation at home. When he learned from his subordinates that his mother hadn't suffered any losses, but instead had dealt with the woman who had suppressed them for years quite harshly.
What was the greatest punishment for Liang Mei'er? It was that the more she desired something, the less she would get it.
During this time, she had been racking her brain to attract Yang Bingshan's attention, pretending to be weak and pitiful.
In the past, Yang Bingshan would have fallen for her act, but now? Heh!
Compared to the honor and benefits that Yang Yichen could bring him, Liang Mei'er was abandoned in an instant.
The fallen woman no longer had her former glamour.
With her dry, yellow hair and deeply sunken eye sockets, standing next to the Wen Family made her seem like a generation older.
"Oh dear, how did my sister end up like this?" The corners of Wen Family's mouth curled into a slight smile. The dark red clothing didn't make her look old; instead, it added to her allure.
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