Besides the surprise of the young master's choice, Sang Ruoying's agreement also caused an uproar among the crowd. After all, he was known for his aloof and sharp-tongued image, yet he actually agreed to take a walk with the young master.
They thought Sang Ruoying would smash the cup and leave, but she was surprisingly easy to talk to today.
Seeing this, the Marquis smiled with satisfaction and then announced that the banquet would continue.
I sat there, feeling the various gazes directed at me, yet I felt unusually calm. My mind wandered to what little trinkets I should carve when I got home.
I have difficulty walking, so making a walking stick shouldn't take me too much effort, since it's something I carve while sitting. Thank God, before I transmigrated, I studied a profession that helped pass the time!
Perhaps it's because I'm not a true young master of a noble family, and I don't care about these power struggles; or perhaps it's because I know that the fate of this body has already been arranged, and I'm just going with the flow.
I won't resist anything that benefits me; it's like finding a tool. As long as the other person is good-looking, what does their character matter to me?
On the contrary, I prefer people who are harsh, preferably with a bad temper, so that I won't feel too guilty when I do something bad.
Even if he isn't, I will let him go. Because my motto in life is: Never bully honest people!
Throughout the meal, I showed absolutely no interest in their conversation, but no one dared to make things difficult for me, because the Marquis was present.
But it was precisely my lack of interest in anything that attracted a lot of attention.
After the banquet ended, on the way back with the Marquis, he seemed somewhat puzzled by my behavior that evening, but he did not reprimand me.
"In fact, as long as His Majesty issues an imperial edict, Lord Sang will not disobey it."
"No, I know what you mean. Actually, marriage is just a ceremony, right?" I looked at the Marquis and said the truth I had guessed.
"Indeed." The Marquis thought to himself, "What am I going to do if my son is too clever?!"
"So, it's just about finding a tool, why make such a fuss? I know you want to find a man worthy of my status as a medicinal ingredient, but things can't be forced." I slowly closed my eyes, thinking to myself that I'd been sitting for too long today, my back was so tired, I wanted to lie down.
Perhaps my words were too cold, for the Marquis, holding the handkerchief his wife had made for him, seemed on the verge of tears. "My son, you truly... have inherited the cold-heartedness of the royal family. How can you call others mere tools?"
Me: "..." Oh no, I forgot about how accepting people were in ancient times.
Never mind, never mind, I wasn't a good person to begin with, so there's nothing wrong with saying that.
Two weeks later
Sang Ruoying finally couldn't take it anymore and came to find me.
Actually, I regretted it as soon as I got home that night, because my health wasn't good enough and I figured I couldn't push myself too hard. Choosing a troublesome person would definitely be exhausting.
Sang Ruoying considered himself a man of good manners. He noticed that I was dressed in an elegant white dress, lying in a rocking chair, basking in the sunlight.
So she walked to the side and blocked the light from me. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that it was Sang Ruoying I had met once half a month ago.
He thought I would contact him first, but I ignored him for half a month.
In the end, the curious person lost.
I looked at him without the slightest surprise, and instead said coldly, "You're blocking my sun."
Sang Ruoying: "..."
"I thought the young master was bedridden, since we hadn't heard from him at all."
" Lord Sang, you really have time today, coming without even sending a formal invitation." The way to deal with a nitpicker is to ignore their points, not get angry, and just skip them.
"I didn't have time to come see you. I thought about it when I got back the other day and I think you probably don't have any ideas about choosing a husband. You weren't threatened by the Marquis, were you?" Sang Ruoying also started to give irrelevant answers, looking down at me lying on the chair.
A faint smile played on my lips, and my long, flowing black hair swayed gently in the wind.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he wanted to reach out, but then felt it was inappropriate.
"Hmm, so what?" I'm not in a rush to find a partner; if I can't find one, I'll just buy my way out.
Sang Ruoying had never met anyone like me before. He suddenly laughed and said, "Get up. Didn't we say we were going for a walk?"
"I only walk a hundred steps a day, any more and I get tired," I said honestly.
Sang Ruoying: "... Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not joking, so I'm telling you beforehand so you won't find it strange."
Sang Ruoying glanced at me, I wondered what he was thinking.
Upon hearing this, Dongzhu immediately went to fetch the beautiful walking stick.
This is a walking stick that I carved myself, and it's inlaid with beautiful red gemstones. In ancient times, it would have been a luxurious work of art.
"This walking stick..."
Sang Ruoying never expected that a son born out of wedlock would be so extravagant. Moreover, the cane looked very exquisite, and the carved patterns were also very beautiful. Although it looked strange, it was eye-catching at first glance.
"I heard I made this before I lost my memory. Is it pretty?" I asked, noticing his interest.
Sang Ruoying an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He reached out and took the cane, examining it carefully before praising it generously. "I didn't expect you to have this skill. Not bad, novel yet beautiful, it must hurt a lot when you hit someone with it."
I:"..."
It was rare for Sang Ruoying to say something nice, which greatly surprised Dongzhu, since this man didn't like to give others face and was extremely picky.
The Sang family ancestors were all founding heroes of the nation, and they even had immunity from death. In addition, Lord Sang's father was the current prime minister, so even the emperor couldn't say anything to him.
Therefore, one must never offend Lord Sang in the capital.
I smiled slightly, and slowly rose, supporting myself on the armrest. "You flatter me, Lord Sang. It's just a pastime in my spare time. Since you have the time, Lord Sang, let's go for a walk together."
Sang Ruoying began to be curious about me because, despite my frail appearance and status as an illegitimate son, I wasn't afraid of him and even seemed to disregard him.
At the time, I said I was interested in him, but in reality, I didn't have much interest in him.
This suddenly made Sang Ruoying a kind of indescribable frustration.
I walked those one hundred steps extremely slowly.
Sang Ruoying beside me, seemed even more nervous than I was. After hearing about my bloodshed in the palace, he couldn't help but worry. After all, what if I died during our walk? Who would he complain to?
Therefore, with every step I took, Sang Ruoying seemed afraid that I would fall, and her outstretched hand landed behind me, but did not touch me.
"If you're going to live such a hard life every day, why bother looking for a husband?" Sang Ruoying was holding back his words, and since I wasn't speaking, he took the initiative to start the conversation.
"My father said that if I find a husband and drain his blood, I can survive."