Farm Tough Girl
Chapter 306 - 306 307 My Woman Cant Be Weak_1

Chapter 306: Chapter 307 My Woman Can’t Be Weak_1 Chapter 306: Chapter 307 My Woman Can’t Be Weak_1 “Lady,” Xiangtao slightly bowed, paying her respects to Jian Yue.

“How was it? Did anything happen today when you accompanied the Princess out?” Despite her efforts to remain at ease, Jian Yue was still somewhat concerned for Muniang, which is why she had previously instructed Xiangtao to keep a close watch.

“Today, when the Princess went out, she didn’t wander around aimlessly. She didn’t seem to have much interest in the most entertaining places in the Capital City. She just visited Dongxing Building and the renowned Embroidery House.”

Xiangtao paused before adding, “At Dongxing Building, there was a verbal dispute with Assistant Minister Liu’s daughter, but the Princess held her own and did not come off worse. In my opinion, the Princess doesn’t have the mannerisms of someone from a small household; on the contrary, she acted in a way that’s much more respectable than many high-born ladies.”

Hearing this put Jian Yue’s mind at ease somewhat—who wouldn’t want their son to marry a good woman?

“However, there’s something I find quite odd, and I’m not sure whether I should speak of it,” Xiangtao said with hesitation.

“Speak freely,” Jian Yue urged.

“I don’t know why, but I sensed that the Shopkeeper of Dongxing Building was exceedingly respectful towards the Princess. When Miss Liu was making veiled criticisms of the Princess, Shopkeeper Qian even scolded them. Logically, the Princess is not a local of the Capital City and shouldn’t be familiar with Shopkeeper Qian.”

Jian Yue frowned and pondered for a moment. She had always felt that Muniang was an enigma, not at all like an ordinary village girl. Now this sudden relation with strangers outside left her feeling uneasy.

“Go and ask Ze’er to come here; tell him I have some questions for him.”

“Yes.”

Yu Ze thought it was about Yu Jin’s matter, since news of Yu Jin had depressed Jian Yue for a while just a few days ago.

But to his surprise, the first thing Jian Yue said was, “Do you really understand who Muniang is? Why do I feel that she has connections with Dongxing Building? It’s hardly proper for a woman to be involved with so many outsiders.”

Jian Yue herself was a thoroughbred ancient, a lady of high birth; she took the moral education and behavior of women very seriously. She didn’t care much about what kind of family background Yu Ze’s wife came from, but she much preferred her to be someone who could stay modest and reserved, rather than someone already entangled with outsiders before even entering their home.

Yu Ze responded solemnly, “You had her followed?”

Jian Yue was thrown off by Yu Ze’s attitude and felt somewhat guilty, “I, I, I just asked Xiangtao to keep an eye on her for me. It’s only because I was worried about her causing trouble during her first visit to the Capital City.”

“You should refrain from doing such things in the future, Mother. She knows what she’s doing and doesn’t need you to worry excessively. Even if something were to happen, I would stand up for her,” Yu Ze said.

Upon hearing this, Jian Yue’s temper flared, “What do you mean by that? Are you saying you don’t care if your wife mingles with outsiders every day? I wouldn’t say anything about you doting on her, but how can you let her act so recklessly? Do you even know what she’s been up to?”

“Yes, I know everything,” Yu Ze affirmed.

Jian Yue was taken aback, “You’re being too rash! A woman should remain within the household—it’s the virtue of a wife to not venture beyond her doorstep. I thought you were indulging her, letting her go out and stroll the streets, but now you even let her socialize with all kinds of riff-raff outside. She is the Princess of Marquis Chen Mansion!”

Yu Ze asserted each word emphatically, “If she were truly the kind of woman to be trapped inside a grand mansion, I wouldn’t have spared her a second glance.”

“What?” Jian Yue nearly cried out in shock.

Yu Ze pursed his lips before saying, “Mother, do you know what I’ve hated the most these years? It’s the three words ‘Marquis Chen Mansion.’ Back then, father could have declined to send a son as a hostage; the only consequence would have been the loss of his noble title, but he preferred the title over his son. You wanted to keep Jin, to chase after the troop and take him back, yet you were locked tight in this residence.”

This residence has imprisoned you for a lifetime, and you may never see him again. But I can’t accept this, the residence can’t imprison me, and I won’t let Muniang be imprisoned. She can’t be locked down by anyone, including me. The woman who stands at my side shouldn’t be weak.”

Jian Yue’s eyes filled with tears, “I was too weak to protect you all, but don’t blame your father, he had no choice—”

“Had no choice? Perhaps, a noble title is passed down from our ancestors, but sons are more than one, losing one wouldn’t matter,” Yu Ze said expressionlessly.

Jian Yue, holding a handkerchief, wiped her tears, “Ze’er—”

Yu Ze helped Jian Yue sit down on a nearby Taishi chair and spoke earnestly, “Mother, I know exactly the kind of person Muniang is, and none of that will change. In my eyes, everything about her is perfect. I might never become the son you’re hoping for, but the one thing I can do is exhaust all my strength in this lifetime to find Jin and bring him back.”

Jian Yue looked up in surprise, still with tears in her eyes, “Jin, can he still be saved?”

Yu Ze pursed his lips, “He can be, he must be.” His eyes were undeniably resolute.

When Yu Ze returned, it was already late; he thought Muniang should be asleep, but when he went to check, he saw she was still studying the samples she had bought from the Embroidery House that day.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Yu Ze said as he pushed the door open.

Muniang set aside the embroidery in her hands, “You’re back. Did mother talk to you about your brother?”

“Yeah,” Yu Ze unconsciously didn’t want to make Muniang worry, so he didn’t mention the criticisms Jian Yue had for her.

“Then you should rest early. We have to rise early for the palace tomorrow. With how busy you’ve been these days, you don’t need to worry too much about me.”

Yu Ze wrapped his arms around Muniang’s waist, smiling, “Where else could I find such a considerate wife?”

Muniang pinched him irritably, “You shameless man, you climbed into my bed on your own, remember?”

Yu Ze’s face unexpectedly flushed, playing the scoundrel, “I forgot.”

Muniang glared at him, finding this man’s thick-skinned nature was becoming increasingly shameless.

The next morning, Yu Ze had breakfast with Muniang and then left directly.

However, this time, Yu Ze did not head towards the palace but went straight to Jing Nuan Pavilion—the largest teahouse in the Capital City, and one of Wu Haoli’s “dens” in the city.

Inside a private room of Jing Nuan Pavilion, Wu Haoli was leisurely reclining on a couch savoring tea, casually flipping through information he had had gathered about the Capital City’s embroidery houses. He naturally knew about the task Muniang had entrusted to Manager Qian, and since his heart was somewhat concerned, he came to personally organize these matters for her.

When Yu Ze burst in suddenly, Wu Haoli did not even notice at first. Looking at that icy face, Wu Haoli wasn’t very surprised but calmly closed the documents in his hand.