Chapter 31: Acting? Good!

  "Yes, since I came to the Shengs house, everyone in the Shengs family has been very good to me... My heart is filled with gratitude."

  "But...my name isnt even written in the Kyoto Moriya familys genealogy, Im not considered a member of the Moriya family. All these years, Ive been treated like the young lady of the Moriya family, but in reality, Im not even as good as one of their servant girls!"

  "Those women and girls, either born into the Sheng family or sold into it, are all considered part of the Sheng family. But what about me?"

  "Im just a lotus flower that has lost its roots, today the wealthy family takes pity on me and gives me a place to stay, gives me some food to eat... tomorrow when my aunt and uncle get old, and my brothers new wives enter the house, will they still treat me this well?"

  "Uncle, aunt, elder brothers, sister, Im just afraid, Im just flustered!"

  "So I will stop at nothing to seek a good marriage for myself!"

  "But Im still young, and usually only attend girls parties, I wont be able to see a better husband than the Second Prince!"

  "The second prince, he is the best young master of the Daxing dynasty. Ive seen him, how can I look at other young masters?"

  "I... I also couldnt help myself..."

  Chen Xiang was filled with remorse, yet in the process of confessing, he elevated Yan Ziyan, lamenting his own helplessness and innocence.

  This made Yan Ziyan, who had always been taken in by her, feel even more heartache for her. He reached out to pull her up: "Die Yi, youre still pregnant, the ground is cold, get up quickly!"

  "Whats the point of saying these words? Where is it that you seduced this prince, or was it this prince who took a liking to you?"

  "Dont worry, I will take responsibility for you, leave... You still have me!"

  He originally wanted to say "leave the Yongan Marquiss residence", but suddenly remembered his mothers intention of making him get close to the Sheng family by all means, so he could only swallow back a few words in between.

  This also made Sheng Dieyi more aware that she couldnt lose the support of the Sheng family. She broke free from Yan Ziyuans grasp and rushed to Meng Qiuyu, who was the easiest to persuade, crying: "Auntie, you are my mothers own sister, I lost my mother when I was young, all these years, I have always treated you as my own mother, just forgive your daughter for taking a wrong path this once, just forgive me this once!"

  "Daughter begs of you, dont drive daughter out of Yongan Marquiss manor..."

  Meng Qiuyu heard this and couldnt help but think of her own sister who had died young, and her heart was filled with unbearable sorrow.

  After all, its a child Ive raised with my own hands, and also the flesh and blood of my sister...

  "Xiang Yi, you..." She was just about to call out to Xiang Yi, when suddenly a loud shout came from the back of the crowd: "The Regent has arrived!"

  Asura King has arrived!

  The originally bustling street suddenly became silent as if it had been trained.

  The crowd in the center quickly made way for a path, and Yan Beichen, dressed in brocade robes, walked over.

  He walked slowly, strolling in his own garden-like leisurely manner, surrounded by a crowd of people kneeling on the ground, as if he hadnt seen them...

  "Marquis Yongan, why are all the people from your household standing outside the mansion today?"

  Yan Beizhuang stopped five steps away from Sheng Yunjing, a profound and mysterious expression floating on his elegant face.

  "In response to the Regent Kings words, this official...". Sheng Yun Jing stepped down and bowed to Yan Beizheng.

  Before he could explain clearly, Yan Beizheng interrupted him again, his gaze sweeping past Yan Ziyuans body and landing on Sheng Dieyi: "Singing opera? What is this white-clad actor performing? A funeral dirge?"

  "Hmm, great acting, Night Ming, good job!"

  "Yes! The Regent!" Ye Ming received the order, originally intending to take out a silver coin, but after some thought, he bent down and picked up a small stone from the ground, quietly wiped it clean, and placed it in Yan Beizhens palm.

  Yan Beizhuang nodded in satisfaction, hooked the corner of his mouth, weighed this small stone in his hand for two seconds, and then flicked it onto Sheng Dieyis forehead...