First Clash

As usual, Sang Ying meditated until dawn. Her diligence made Jiang Zhuoxue a little scared.

"Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It's really not appropriate for you to push yourself like this." Jiang Zhuoxue rarely said such words of advice, and this was the first time she had ever done so.

Sang Ying exhaled a breath of stale air, waking up from her meditation. "It's precisely because things can't be accomplished overnight that we can't afford to be even slightly lax."

It wasn't until she arrived in the Immortal Spirit Realm that she realized she had been narrow-minded and ignorant, thinking that cultivating the Golden Core was already extraordinary. However, reality gave her a harsh slap in the face.

The two were chatting when a commotion broke out outside.

Sang Ying cast a Dust-Removal Instruction, then picked out a simple robe from her Storage Bag and changed into it before stepping out the door.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a strange boy recklessly destroying the flowers and plants in her yard. Her maid, Yinhuan, tried to stop him, but he showed no sign of stopping.

Even as Yinhuan reached out to stop him, a Technique Method was about to strike Yinhuan.

Sang Ying's eyes darkened, and she raised her hand to block Yinhuan.

Upon seeing this, the boy immediately became displeased. "Who saved this wretched maid?!"

He was still young, and his voice still carried the immaturity of a child, making his shouts particularly grating. Sang Ying frowned and silently shielded the Yinhuan behind her.

"This is my courtyard. Who are you? Why did you barge in without a word?" The boy's clothes were also luxurious, but not as expensive as Jimo Qing's.

When Sang Ying heard Yinhuan call him "Young Master," she initially thought he was Jimo Qing's younger brother. But upon closer reflection, she realized that the head of the family and his wife were unlikely to be the parents who could raise such a child, and this person was probably not Jimo Qing's legitimate younger brother.

"Hmph, you ask me? I should be asking you who you are! Just a guest. Do I need your permission to trespass into my own yard?!" The boy completely disregarded Sang Ying, and the Foundation Establishment aura emanating from him surprised her.

No wonder, someone with extraordinary talent and noble status would develop such an unlikable personality.

Unfortunately, Sang Ying doesn't like interacting with children.

He wouldn't say, but Yinhuan quietly offered an explanation. "This is Young Master He from the West Courtyard. He's not exactly a member of our family, but his grandfather is related to our patriarch."

Yinhuan didn't dare to speak too clearly, but even with such subtlety, Sang Ying still managed to glean some clues.

It seems this person is probably not a proper master of the Jimo Household.

"I hate brats the most. Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" the hairpin in her hair whispered slowly.

Sang Ying ignored him and said to the boy, "I live here now. It was wrong of you to barge in without my permission, and now you've damaged the flowers and plants in the yard and even tried to lay a hand on the maid who takes care of me. I may be kind-hearted, but I'm not made of clay."

"Yinhuan," she called softly, and waited for a response before continuing, "Tell my elder brother everything, and ask him to help me resolve this matter."

After thinking it over, Sang Ying decided to trouble Jimo Qing, who was more familiar with her, so that she could also find out how the Jimo Household treated her now, and then she could act accordingly in this mansion.

Having received the order, Yinhuan immediately set off to find the person.

The little tyrant-like boy tried to stop her, but Sang Ying froze him with a magic hand seal.

After Yinhuan left, Sang Ying casually found someone to carry the young master back to his west courtyard.

The servants in the manor had already received instructions from the master and mistress and the steward, so Sang Ying's orders were carried out immediately.

When the people in the west courtyard saw that the little tyrant they had deliberately sent out to cause trouble had been carried back like this, their anger was beyond words.

Sang Ying was unaware of all this, as he was currently busy dealing with the overflowing maternal love of the matriarch.

"This one looks good too, and this one is beautiful as well." Fu Yinqiu looked at Sang Ying, who was dressed up in her finest attire, and couldn't help but sigh. "It's strange, how come every piece of clothing looks so good on you?"

Although the girl's current appearance is far less attractive than before, her inherent charisma cannot be concealed.

No matter what kind of clothes she wore, they truly gave her an ethereal aura, making Fu Yinqiu extremely envious.

Sang Ying, who had been captured and dressed up by the other party, succumbed to Fu Yinqiu's tearful offensive and only now felt deep regret.

"The dress is beautiful, but the jewelry is a bit lacking." Fu Yinqiu picked up a hairpin, casually tore off the black wooden hairpin that Jiang Zhuoxue had turned into, and adorned Sang Ying's head with the beautiful pendants.

Fortunately Sang Ying managed to hold on; otherwise, with such a flamboyant appearance, who knows how many people would secretly laugh at her.

The atmosphere inside was fairly lively, and Fu Yinqiu's mood had improved considerably, but some clueless people just had to come and disturb them.

Just as Fu Yinqiu was about to have Sang Ying change back into that complicated and heavy blue robe, a maid's voice came from outside. "Madam, Miss Qunfang from the West Courtyard is crying and wants to see you. She says she won't leave if she doesn't see you."

Fu Yinqiu's face instantly darkened. "How can their whole family be so clueless?!"

As she spoke, Fu Yinqiu didn't forget to remove the unsuitable hairpin from Sang Ying's hair.

"Madam, would you like me to leave?" Sang Ying asked at the opportune moment.

"No need. You and I are mother and daughter. She's just an outsider. What's there to avoid?" A hint of annoyance flashed in Fu Yinqiu's eyes.

The clothes and jewelry that had been scattered around the room were quickly tidied up, and by the time Jimo Qunfang arrived, the room, which had been somewhat messy, was now neat and tidy again.

However, she immediately noticed the robes and hairpins on the side. When she recognized that many of the dresses and jewelry were ones she had longed for but had been reluctant to buy because they were too expensive, Jimo Qunfang couldn't help but feel resentful towards Sang Ying.

However, she hid these emotions well. When she looked up again, Sang Ying and the other woman saw a weak and pitiful face. "Auntie, are you alright today?"

The sight of the beauties of Jimo Qunfang reminded Sang Ying of someone— Su Fuyun.

"It was fine before, but now it's not so good." Fu Yinqiu wasn't one to beat around the bush, and she spoke directly and crisply.

Fortunately, Jimo Qunfang was already used to being teased, so she simply pretended not to understand and said, "I'm glad your aunt is well, but my poor little brother suffered some injustice today."

As she spoke, she began to wipe away her tears.

Fu Yinqiu rubbed her forehead, already feeling a bit tired. "What's wrong with your brother again?"

Sang Ying noticed the other person glance at her secretly, and instantly realized that the boy from this morning was this person's younger brother.

"I don't know how he offended the guests in our house. He was carried back to the west courtyard early this morning and is still crying while holding my mother!" Jimo Qunfang said pitifully, but everyone in the room understood her implied meaning.

They're really restless; the moment guests arrived, they couldn't sit still in the west courtyard.

Fu Yinqiu smiled slightly. Since they had no shame, then she wouldn't be polite either!