Jin Hou had once told Liu Chang'an Huang Shuwen's story. Huang Shuwen himself was a civil servant, while his wife worked in the secretary's office of an investment company. Later, his wife had an affair with her boss.
The fact that Jin Hou had so casually told Liu Chang'an about Huang Shuwen's disgraceful private affairs showed that Huang Shuwen held little status in Qin Minglin's social circle.
Who would think highly of a man who lived off a female boss?
Jin Hou could be considered second-generation academia. Perhaps he did not enjoy the prestige of other second-generation types, but he had refinement. Families steeped in poetry and scholarship were still highly valued and well received.
After all, offending the emperor might at most get your clan executed within three generations. Offend a scholar, and even after your bones had been ground to dust, he would curse you for a thousand years—something no amount of washing could cleanse.
Jin Hou did not think much of Huang Shuwen, but Huang Shuwen did not care. After spending these past few years at Qin Minglin's side, the benefits that fell into his pocket were what truly mattered. He even wanted to work hard to become official. You only knew how good an older sister was after sleeping with her.
Huang Shuwen had already gained a fair understanding of Qin Minglin's conduct and temperament. There were people in Central Sea who would curse Qin Minglin to her face and still make her swallow her anger—but what kind of place was that? The country's most prosperous city, where the wealthy were most concentrated.
By comparison, Junsha was like the countryside.
Yet in this countryside, a random man and woman could suppress Qin Minglin? Huang Shuwen had never expected that. For a moment, he thought he had