Chen Yunfan had only just crossed the front courtyard when a laugh inexplicably escaped his already beaming face.
The kind of laugh that had him clutching his stomach.
Chunying looked at him in confusion. "Young Master, what are you...?"
But when she caught sight of the Marquis's mansion servants and personal guards looking over from the corner of her eye, she hurriedly changed her words. "Young Master, stop laughing. It damages your bearing."
Who would have thought that Chen Yunfan would keep laughing until tears came out? Clutching his stomach, he explained between gasps:
"I just—haha... thought of something happy, haha..."
Younger Brother Yi, oh Younger Brother Yi, you had someone come and toy with me.
Courtesy demands reciprocity. Now we're even.
Chunying still did not understand, but she knew that if she did not stop him, others would soon begin mocking him.
"Young Master, this is Marquis Dingyuan's Estate. If word gets out, the Madam will write a letter."
"Ha... cough, cough. Mm, this young master really should mind himself."
Chen Yunfan forcibly stifled his laughter, his face red from holding it in, and put on a solemn expression as he said:
"Chunying, remember to open this calligraphy copybook on the spot later and let Old Marquis take a look at it."
Only then did those around them withdraw their gazes and return to their own business.
Seeing this, Chunying let out a breath of relief. Though she was still somewhat puzzled, she could not help but feel troubled when she thought of the calligraphy copybook in her hands.
"Young Master, if that Mountain Tribe girl's gift is the same as yours, I'm afraid that would be improper."
Chen Yunfan walked forward, humming coldly. "The point is to make it improper for her."
"She dared to toy with this