NABC Chapter 1298 - 1296: Satisfied
Chapter 1298 - 1296: Satisfied
The other party, after all, came from the Hou Mansion in the Capital City, Imperial Kins, while the Tang Family was merely a small merchant family.Though furious inside, she dared not obstruct them, and could only watch as the glory and wealth slipping from her grasp.
The script of the play was meticulous, yet she had no time to admire it.
After Ni Manxue left, she immediately approached Tang Xun, with her eyebrows furrowed and a sneer at the corner of her lips.
"Fourth Miss really has some skills!"
"Unknowingly, you’ve managed to make the Prefectural Governor spin around, and now even Lady Hou hasn’t escaped your palm!"
"Ha! Born from a lowly background, the vixen’s skills are truly impressive!"
The first, second, and third young misses joined in to support, especially the eldest, who looked at Tang Xun with disdain.
"Just because you have the appearance of a vixen! What’s there to be proud of!"
"With your lowly mother, the Prefectural Governor will never marry you!"
"I won’t let you succeed!"
Second and third misses quickly chimed in.
"Exactly! Take a look at yourself!"
"In the Capital City, the officials value marrying virtuous wives. With your vixen appearance, being a concubine is the best you can get! Thinking of becoming the main wife! I spit!"
The four mother and daughter mercilessly bombarded Tang Xun with words like cannon fire.
Her delicate brows knit tightly, eyes filled with endless hatred and helplessness, her face pale, lips thinly pressed, and her small fists clenched tightly, as if she had made some kind of resolution.
She withdrew her sharp gaze and suddenly smiled faintly.
"Mother and sisters are right!"
"However..."
She smiled indifferently.
"Since you’re so skilled, then let the Prefectural Governor heed your words?"
"Anyway... unless I die, I will never back down!"
From childhood to adulthood, she was raised like a dog at home.
When her owners were pleased, they teased her for a while. When displeased, they just cast her aside with no regard.
Everyone could vent their anger on her, even the more respectable servants in the house didn’t consider her.
She knew she had a humble identity and a poor background.
So she endured, endured for over a decade till now.
There was nothing to eat or drink, she made do to survive.
No clothes to wear, she also adapted, not minding coarse cloth.
No education, she could also do without studying, no cultivation in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she didn’t need that either.
She could relinquish everything, care about nothing.
But this time, it was someone she loved, and she would rather die than back down!
Upon hearing this, Eldest Miss Tang Ying immediately glared fiercely.
"Yo! Our Fourth Sister has grown some skills!"
"Weren’t you indifferent to everything before? Why now? For a man, you’re going all out?"
Lady Tang sneered with disdain and scorn.
"Back then, your mother shamelessly clung to the master to redeem herself!"
"Indeed, like mother, like daughter!"
"But... don’t be arrogant, a mere illegitimate daughter, I will never let you have this marriage!"
"If you have any self-awareness, you’d better please me, please your elder sister. I might consider letting you marry as a concubine, otherwise... expect a closed door!"
After speaking, she left with her three biological daughters.
As they passed her, they didn’t forget to spit at her and curse once more before leaving.
"Spit!"
"Lowly woman!"
"Vixen!"
Watching their departing figures, Tang Xun was flooded with tears.
In her eyes, besides hatred, there was an overwhelming sorrow, grieving for herself, also for her mother.
She knew her mother wasn’t a vixen nor a seductive woman, nor was she.
She and her mother were both willing to risk everything for the ones they loved.
Sadly, her mother once lacked judgment, deceived by her father’s charming poet image and sweet words.
She deemed him kindred, abandoned numerous suitors, and dashed headlong into marriage with him.
However... ha!
Years ago, her mother held her hand, restless yet speechless, and eventually died with hatred and grief. That scene still haunts her.
She will never forget her mother’s eyes before dying, sorrowful, regretful, and unwilling.
Tang Xun closed her eyes, refusing to reminisce.
She fiercely wiped away her tears, eyes resolute, looking out the window, quietly making a decision.
’I know how my mother died! Dream on if you think I will please you!’
’The person I love, I will never, ever, give up!’
She trusted her own judgment; she believed he wasn’t a heartless person.
He said he would come to marry her, asked her to wait calmly, and she believed him.
She could only hope to escape this environment soon.
She had enough of the years of shameless abuse and lack of freedom; it was truly enough.
Outside the window, the Tang Family’s carriage had already left.
Lady Tang took her daughters and left, without waiting for her.
This was the southern city, half an hour’s journey from the mansion, it might take her an entire Shi Chen to walk back.
She suddenly curved her lips into a cold smile.
’Ha! Wasn’t it expected?’
’They never considered me a person, right?’
No disappointment, no anger, and certainly no resentment.
In her eyes, there was only indifference, an extremity of unfamiliar indifference, like strangers passing by each other in the street.
Not a single ripple of emotion stirred inside her.
She withdrew her gaze, sipped the cold tea, tidied her clothes, and rose to leave.
Her expression stubborn, neither bowed nor subdued, her steps confident.
No carriage, she had her legs, she could walk back.
No empathy or affection, she had her own armor, she could be strong.
Someone like her, akin to wild grass or duckweed, never having received love, even her bones were cold.
Only when meeting someone she loved did she show a gentle side.
And Xia Jingfeng was the one she loved.
To this, a certain Prefectural Governor remarked: What luck I have.
...
Upon exiting the Bicui Garden.
Ni Manxue didn’t leave immediately; she went to the tea house across the street to continue observing.
She wanted to see what this Fourth Miss was really like, and what the Tang Family’s women were like in private.
Outside, people passed by, carriages and horses streamed ceaselessly.
In the elegantly fresh private room.
The waiter served a pot of fine aromatic tea and several plates of exquisite refreshments.
Ni Manxue wasn’t in a hurry; she enjoyed tea and snacks leisurely.
After a quarter of an hour, there was finally movement from Bicui Garden.
First, Lady Tang took her three daughters onto the carriage and left.
Moments later, the frail figure of Tang Xun also emerged, walking away.
Her veil concealed her expression, but her manner was composed, neither bowed nor subdued, with steady steps.
Not a trace of melancholy or grievance in her demeanor.
A natural aura of indifference and liberality flowed from her actions.
Ni Manxue watched, thoroughly satisfied.