If he dared take men to block the gates of the Marquis of Zhennan's estate, Zhou Yunshen's young brats would dare hack him down on the spot.
Without those women going there, spreading rumors would do little good.
After all, Jiang Chen's reputation had never been particularly good.
Now, if he had a few romantic scandals, people would merely listen for a laugh. It would not have nearly the impact of seeing it with their own eyes.
Jiang An smashed his teacup and cursed, "Not one thing gives me any peace!"
"Husband, why get so angry? A broken teacup is nothing. Your health matters far more. Don't make yourself ill with anger!"
A woman with a graceful figure stroked Jiang An's chest with a pink silk handkerchief.
She looked under thirty, yet the maturity in her eyes belonged to someone nearing forty.
Still, every smile and frown of hers brimmed with feminine charm.
The woman settled onto his lap and said coyly, "Don't be angry, husband. Isn't he just a little brat? Even if you let him take the examination, could he possibly pass?"
"You don't understand. That boy seems to have been reborn, right down to his bones. When I saw him last time, I almost didn't recognize him."
"Who knows what methods the Liu Family used? They've worn down his temper and changed him completely. He might actually succeed in this Military Selection."
"Mei Niang, tell me, what else can I do to ruin his chances in the Military Selection?"
Mei Niang smiled, rose from his lap, and circled behind him.
"If even you have no way, husband, how could I possibly think of one?" she asked in a soft, coquettish voice. "Unless... you slipped him some croton?"
"I can't even get near him! How am I supposed