Chapter 110: There is Room For the Poor Daughter
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Chapter 110: Not Conscientious
As Xiao Yeyang led a group of people out of the tavern, the crowd on the street quickly noticed them. Seeing them heading toward the area where the students were fighting, the pedestrians instinctively moved aside to make way.
Among the crowd, Wu Hongda pulled Zhou Chengye aside, looking surprised. He whispered, “Could it be that the Young Prince is here because of the Yan brothers?”
Zhou Chengye nodded. “It seems so.”
Wu Hongda, his face incredulous, replied, “The Young Prince isn't someone who meddles in other people's affairs. What could the Yan brothers have done to catch his attention?”
His grandfather was the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and although the Young Prince had been a troublesome child whom his grandfather had treated many times, he never caught the Young Prince's interest.
Zhou Chengye didn’t speak, but he thought about the Yan family’s eldest daughter, with whom the Young Prince had been quite familiar. He had sensed that the Young Prince’s attitude toward her was different.
His grandfather had inquired, and apparently, it was because the eldest daughter of the Yan family had saved the Young Prince’s life.
“Just wait and see.”
The Young Prince’s attitude toward the Yan family might be revealed in this incident.
“Yan Wenkai, you’re finished! Wait for it, I’ll make sure you’re expelled from the academy!”
When Xiao Yeyang and his entourage arrived, they happened to hear Dong Xiangrong's arrogant shout.
The crowd noticed them and automatically made way. Xiao Yeyang, holding his fan, walked in and silently watched as Yan Wenkai and the others continued to fight.
Dong Xiangrong was about to shout some more threats when he suddenly noticed the surrounding area go quiet. Confused, he turned around, only to be startled when he saw Xiao Yeyang standing there, calmly observing them.
The hand that had been grabbing Yan Wenkai's arm immediately let go. Yan Wenkai, now free, threw a punch at Dong Xiangrong’s face, knocking him to the ground.
Everyone realized something was wrong. When they saw Xiao Yeyang standing nearby, looking at them nonchalantly, they couldn’t help but shudder. One by one, they stopped fighting and lowered their heads, standing to the side like children awaiting punishment.
Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao, seeing Xiao Yeyang, also hesitated, instinctively taking a step back.
Xiao Yeyang first looked at the Yan brothers and smiled. “Go on, why stop now? I was enjoying the show.”
Then, he turned to Dong Xiangrong and said, “You can continue shouting. I’d like to see just how impressive you are, trying to control the fates of academy students.”
“Your Highness, I was wrong! I spoke out of turn, just rambling nonsense,” Dong Xiangrong said, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He was inwardly cursing his luck. Why was it that every time he fought with Yan Wenkai, the Young Prince always showed up? It had happened at the inn before, and now it was happening in the street. Could he get any more unlucky?
Xiao Yeyang ignored Dong Xiangrong and turned to Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao, asking, “What’s going on here? Why are you fighting in the street?”
Yan Wenkai had initially wanted to tell the truth but, seeing Zhou Chengye desperately shaking his head from the crowd, he thought for a moment and smiled, saying, “Your Highness, we’re just sparring with our classmates, practicing our martial arts.”
The academy had strict rules against fighting, and although they had been fighting outside, if the academy decided to pursue the matter, they would be punished. It was better to say they were sparring, as it would avoid any trouble.
Zhou Chengye and Dong Yuanxuan both secretly sighed in relief when they heard Yan Wenkai’s response.
With the Young Prince involved, even a small matter could escalate. But from the looks of it, Xiao Yeyang seemed to be standing up for the Yan brothers.
If the Yan brothers pressed the issue, and Dong Xiangrong and the others were punished, they could vent their frustrations. But that would also completely offend the powerful families behind these students.
Dong Xiangrong and the others were also secretly relieved.
At this moment, they all regretted their actions. If they had known the Young Prince would show up, they would have avoided the Yan brothers entirely.
“Sparring?” Xiao Yeyang scoffed, walking up to Yan Wenkai. He closed his fan and gave him a light tap with it.
“Ah!”
Yan Wenkai immediately rubbed his arm, grinning in pain. "Your Highness, why did you hit me?"
Xiao Yeyang casually replied, "I saw you fighting so fiercely just now, and I thought you wouldn't mind a little pain."
Yan Wenkai grimaced. "I'm made of flesh and blood, of course it hurts!"
Xiao Yeyang ignored him and glanced at Yan Wentao, who also had several bruises on his face. He asked, "Is the grape wine on the ground yours?"
Yan Wentao nodded. "Yes, it was brewed by Daohua herself."
Xiao Yeyang's eyes lit up. He quickly waved his fan a couple of times, sniffing the fragrance of the wine in the air. He then pretended not to care and said, "It smells quite nice."
"It tastes even better," Yan Wenkai immediately chimed in, describing how smooth, fragrant, and delightful the wine was.
Xiao Yeyang's expression softened a bit. He casually asked, "So you brought the wine to the academy for...?"
Yan Wentao, not good at lying, answered immediately, "It’s for Headmaster Fang."
At these words, everyone nearby, including Dong Yuanxuan, looked at each other in disbelief. Zhou Chengye, who had squeezed through the crowd, couldn't help but facepalm.
Yan Wentao clearly lacked any awareness—why didn’t he just say the wine was for the Young Prince?
As soon as Xiao Yeyang heard that the wine wasn’t for him, his expression darkened.
Fortunately, Yan Wenkai was quick-witted. Sensing Xiao Yeyang's anger, he quickly added, "Daohua kept the best barrels of wine in the cellar, not allowing anyone to drink it. She said she’s saving it for when you visit."
"Really?"
When Xiao Yeyang saw both Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao nodding, his mood lightened. He smiled slightly, but then his expression became serious again, and he asked, "Then why are you two wandering around with the wine barrels?"
"Don’t mention it, it’s all Daohua’s fault," Yan Wenkai immediately began to complain. "The wine barrels she uses are terrible, they don’t go well with the wine at all. We just wanted to get better ones."
Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang chuckled, and even Dong Yuanxuan couldn't help but smile.
Both of them remembered the hundred-year-old ginseng wrapped haphazardly in cotton cloth. They couldn’t help but shake their heads.
"Daohua really has no standards!" Xiao Yeyang laughed and scolded, then turned to leave.
He still remembered how painful it was for the imperial physician when he handed the ginseng to the attendant. The physician had called the person who dug up the ginseng wasteful and clueless.
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"Come on, let’s go!"
When Xiao Yeyang had already walked a few meters ahead and Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao were still standing there in a daze, Zhou Chengye had no choice but to step forward and remind them.
Yan Wenkai scratched his head. "Do we need to follow? The Young Prince didn’t call us."
Zhou Chengye sighed, thinking to himself that Yan Wenkai and his brother had such big egos. If they were in a position to interact with the Young Prince, they would shamelessly follow him around.
Fortunately, Dong Yuanxuan saved him from having to say this out loud.
"Why aren’t you following?" Dong Yuanxuan looked back at the Yan brothers and then smiled at Zhou Chengye. "Brother Zhou is here too. The Young Prince is going for a walk. You should come along!"
Zhou Chengye’s heart lifted with joy, and he immediately pushed Yan Wenkai and Yan Wentao forward, while also pulling his friend Wu Hongda along.
As for Dong Xiangrong and the others, who had been ignored, they exchanged glances and didn’t dare to follow.
(The end of this chapter)
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