Chapter 22

Chapter 22

When the two rushed to the Qingdai Pavilion, there were already many people inside. However, they were all strangely quiet. Only the sound of a woman’s mournful sobbing could be heard. Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng into the courtyard. A few people called out, “Young Master”, “Shaojun”. But after that, they once again grew silent out of fear. No matter what they thought in their hearts, the expressions on their faces were the same as those participating in a funeral procession.

A woman with disheveled clothes and messy hair was pushed out of the inner room by two momos. Lin Qingyu recognized her as one of the women who played the pipa that afternoon. She casually held together her flimsy robe. A large dark spot stained her undergarment with its mandarin duck embroidery. It was obviously blood that had yet to dry.

In the inner room, Liang Shi, Lu Niantao, and Doctor Zhang were gathered by the side of the bed. Liang Shi was losing her voice from crying. Seeing her tragic state, with tears and mucus flowing profusely, put Lin Qingyu in a very good mood. The comparatively smarter Lu Niantao managed to remain quite restrained. Eyes rimmed red, she simply wiped away the blood from the corner of her younger brother’s mouth.

“Qiaosong, my son — Qiaosong...!”

Seeing this, Hua Lu couldn’t help grumbling in her heart. In the past, whenever the Young Master was critically ill, the Madam would also keep watch over his bed, crying in a way that made her the very picture of a weeping beauty, in full possession of etiquette. Who would have thought that she could cry and howl like this when it was her own son who was about to die? She could even go head to head with Qiu Momo.

Pan Shi was accompanying Nan’an Hou in the outer room. In the end, it was his own son who’d suffered this incident and on top of that, it was even something so disgraceful. Nan’an Hou’s expression was grave and he appeared even more tired. His usual daring and energetic bearing could no longer be seen.

Seeing the two of them come in, Pan Shi said, “Young Master and Shaojun are here.”

Nan’an Hou slowly raised his head. He saw his eldest son, sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in bedclothes with a cloak over his shoulders. His heart became even more pained. He had but two sons. There was no telling until when the older one would live and now, could it be that the younger son would also be gone?

Seeing that Nan’an Hou said nothing, Pan Shi shook her head, motioning for them to stay in the side room so that they could talk. When there were only three of them, Lu Wancheng asked, already knowing the answer, “What is going on? Third Brother and that woman who was pushed out just now...?”

Pan Shi looked at Lin Qingyu, her expression revealing a bit of awe and reverence.

The number of entertainers in Qingdai Pavilion was going to be cut by half. In order to stay in the mansion, these domestic prostitutes thought of all possible ways to curry favor. There was a singer, who, in the past, would occasionally be allowed by Lu Qiaosong to serve him between the sheets. Recently, Lu Qiaosong had stopped calling for her. She thought that her master had grown tired of her and would want to drive her out of the mansion. In order to regain the master’s favor, she had to take action.

Men like novelty and freshness. She entrusted the money she had saved over the years to a young page to bring to her from outside something to liven things up. This something was a kind of incense; after being lit, the fragrance was sweet but not cloying. It smelled extremely pleasant. She didn’t dare use too much of it. She simply smoked her clothes with the incense before going to wait upon Lu Qiaosong. Sure enough, Lu Qiaosong had been attracted by the scent on her body and carried her atop the table right on the spot.

After that, Lu Qiaosong doted upon her once again. She had hopes of giving birth to Lu Qiaosong’s children, preferably more sons than daughters, allowing her to stay in the mansion as a concubine in the future. But Lu Qiaosong had just been reprimanded by Nan’an Hou and fear still lingered in his heart. He also had misgivings about his health and didn’t dare be as unrestrained as he was in the past. Today, he and his poet friends gathered together. Maybe because they were having too much fun, they didn’t watch how much they were drinking and had one cup too many. By the time he returned to the Qingdai Pavilion, he was about ready to pass out from intoxication.

The favored singer stayed in Lu Qiaosong’s room to look after him. In the middle of the night, Lu Qiaosong woke up, feeling thirsty. He drank tea and was about to go back to sleep when he was inexplicably aroused by the sight of the beautiful woman next to him and the barely discernable scent on her. It is said that drunk people couldn’t perform well in bed but he couldn’t restrain himself. He felt his masculinity surge and he vowed to regain his former glory. Until... the scene in front of him gradually blurred; warmth flowed out of his nose. A plentiful amount of blood had spewed out. And then, blood came flowing from out the corners of his mouth as well...

“Doctor Zhang is treating the Third Young Master now.” Pan Shi said, “Judging by his expression, the situation does not seem optimistic.”

Lin Qingyu laughed. “It’s a pity.”

— A pity that he didn’t get to see the blood spouting out of Lu Qiaosong’s seven orifices. That probably would have been an even better sight to behold than Liang Shi’s state just now.

At this time, Doctor Zhang walked out from the inner room. Nan’an Hou hurriedly said, “How is the situation?”

Doctor Zhang closed his eyes and shook his head.

“No, no—Qiaosong, Qiao...”

Liang Shi let out a scream and fell to the ground. She had unexpectedly lost consciousness. Lu Niantao supported her to stay up. Choked with sobs, she called out, “Mother!”

Lu Wancheng turned his head and grabbed Lin Qingyu’s sleeve, wiping non-existent tears. “Third Brother, my Third Brother! Were you afraid I would be too lonely when the time comes, so you went ahead to scout the way for me? ...”

Lin Qingyu pulled his sleeve back somewhat disdainfully. “Cry into your own sleeve.”

Lu Wancheng whispered. “Alright.” Then he lifted his sleeve and hid his face, ” The waters of the West Lake, my tears...my Third Brother...”

Nan’an Hou’s eyes were rimmed in red. “Doctor, is there really no other way?”Ne/w novel chapters are published on no/vel(/bin(.)co/m

Doctor Zhang sighed, “I’m of humble talent and shallow learning. I hope Master Hou can hold back his grief.”

Lu Wancheng looked so conflicted, Lin Qingyu wanted to laugh, “No.”

The corners of Lu Wancheng’s lips curved. “No?”

“My father only has my mother and I think that’s a very good thing. So, I don’t want some random person in my room.”

Lu Wancheng was filled with deep veneration. Patting Lin Qingyu’s shoulder, he said, “Your thinking is very ahead of the times, ah. Xiongdi, keep that up and your future will be promising.”

Lin Qingyu asked, “What about you?”

“Me? Look at my body. How could I possibly have?”

Lin Qingyu nodded, his expression a little uneasy.

“Don’t be shy, Qingyu. It’s normal for boys to discuss this kind of thing.” Lu Wancheng smiled, “Oh pitiful me, I’m going to die a virgin.”

Lin Qingyu: “...”

“Say, how do you think it feels?” Lu Wancheng was a little curious, “Why are they all so into it? Isn’t it tiring?”

Lin Qingyu was indifferent. “You ask me, who do I ask?”

“Then do you want to try...”

Lin Qingyu interrupted him, voice cold, “No, I don’t. Get out of here.”

Nan’an Hou has strictly forbidden publicizing their family scandals. Nevertheless, there was no wall that didn’t leak air and news of Lu Qiaosong’s “great achievements” was leaked. It became the topic of idle conversation over tea by the wealthy in the capital. Some people sighed and others regarded it with amusement. In court, Nan’an Hou got wind when he wanted wind and rain when he wanted rain. Who would have thought that his home would be in such a turmoil? Now, he couldn’t even leave descendants. A hundred years in the future and he’d be left scratching his head as to whom to leave his vast family fortune to.

When the Lu clan’s branch family learnt of this, they began to get ideas. According to ancestral rules of the family, if Nan’an Hou’s line was broken, he would have to adopt a son from the branch family.

Nan’an Hou began to receive many letters from Lin’an and this made him furious. His two sons weren’t dead yet and he himself wasn’t dead yet. These relatives of his simply couldn’t wait to declare him free of any descendants!

After his fit of anger, Nan’an Hou called Pan Shi. “There is something that should have originally been Liang Shi’s to handle but you yourself know very well her current condition. She is now no longer fit to handle anything.”

Once Pan Shi got the order from Master Hou, she hesitated for a long time and delayed for a few days before seeking out Lin Qingyu. First, she mentioned about the Lu clan’s branch family coming to the capital, nominally to pay respects to their elders during the approaching Mid-Autumn Festival. What they were actually coming for, anyone with a discerning eye could already tell.

“This time the ones coming to the capital is Master Hou’s elder brother’s family. It is said that they will be bringing a lot of people. The mansion during this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival will probably be very lively.”

Lin Qingyu said, “You can handle the matters of providing for the guests and celebrating the holiday on your own. There is no need for you to ask me.”

“Master Hou said the same thing.” Pan Shi carefully observed his words and expressions. “He said that he no longer cared about anything save for leaving an heir for the Lu Family.”

Lin Qingyu raised his eyebrows. Pan Shi felt that his bearing was a bit similar to that of Young Master Hou’s. Sure enough, husband and wife who spent time together, begin to look more and more similar over time.

Lin Qingyu’s eyes were filled with pondering. “So you are here to ask me for medicine to help you conceive?”

Pan Shi was startled, then she immediately blushed. “Shao-Shaojun has misunderstood.”

Lin Qingyu was unconcerned about such matters. “What’s the matter? You are only in your early thirties and Master Hou is only in his forties. If you take good care of your body, it’s not difficult to have children.”

Pan Shi finally couldn’t help it and blurted out, “Shoajun, what the Master meant is that since the Eldest Young Master’s body is much better now, he ma-may be able to take a concubine.”

Lin Qingyu was a bit startled. Then, he scoffed coldly, “Forgive me for speaking frankly, but rather than counting on him, it would better to have Master Hou put in the effort himself and give him more younger brothers and sisters.”