Chapter 010: The Post Station Duel

Meier was the first to react. She opened the window to take a look and saw two women, one old and one young, in the courtyard. Just by their attire, it was evident they were from a respectable family. Her hand holding the comb trembled involuntarily, "Mo Jiu, what should we do?"

Meier wishes she is a resourceful person, truly pulling out two tufts of cotton from the corner and handing them to her, anticipating the same surprise as with the "gliding chicken"

Mo Jiu listened attentively and nodded. He then reached out and grabbed Song Yan's arm, asking her with great curiosity: "The words your maid used to curse were quite novel to me, but I did not understand the meaning of the first phrase. I would like to ask the princess, what is that 'tuanzi'? How should it be pinched to be considered sufficient? Why don't you demonstrate it for me, princess?"

Xiao Qian silently ate fruit, regarding the commotion in the courtyard as if it were nonexistent

Women argue, yet it is merely for a breath of air

"So what?" Mo Jiu interrupted her, stretching lazily as he walked in front of her. "You came to my doorstep shouting and screaming just to tell me this?"

Although Song Yan is mischievous, how could she possibly have really committed murder

The onlookers were also intoxicated all over the place

This statement is baffling; Song Ao listened in confusion, wondering when the young widow had become a demon

Mo Jiu tilted his head and looked at her, "You are quite strange. If you want to sleep in my room, I will give it to you. But whether I stay or leave, it seems there is a fault in either choice. Could it be that what you truly desire to sleep with is not the room, but me?"

However, his reaction was unexpected to everyone. Apart from his cold and indifferent gaze, there was no emotion on his face. He stepped forward to gently push aside Song Yan's dagger and reassured her, "Zi Yan, she has been mentally impaired since childhood and suffers from a condition known as soul loss. You need not hold it against her."

She glared at Xiao Qian, indignantly scolding, "Look at this little enchantress, not only did she take my room, but she also insists on forcing me to sleep with her. How unreasonable! Liu Lang, I am clearly yours, how can this be so casual?"

This old woman is a born servant of the Xiao family. Later, she followed Xiao Qian's aunt to marry into the Cheng Wangfu, where she became quite favored. She has always relied on her strength to bully the weak, especially since Song Yan was raised by her, even closer than a biological daughter. How could she allow her to suffer even the slightest grievance

The old woman in the courtyard, surnamed Wu, is the wet nurse of Princess Song Yan of the Cheng Wangfu. Today, they arrived at the post station, and before they could settle in, they heard about the matter concerning Mo Jiu. Song Yan, who is fond of Xiao Qian, is well aware that the entire court knows of her feelings, yet as a dignified princess, she has never even approached his carriage, which inevitably causes her some distress. Aunt Wu, being quick-tempered, naturally wants to vent her mistress's frustrations. Thus, seizing upon this incident, she makes a mountain out of a molehill, continuously hurling insults and foul language in the courtyard.

You worthless thing

Seeing that the old woman refused to mention her previous insults and instead accused Mo Jiu of being disrespectful, Mei Er was anxious and distressed. However, Mo Jiu leaned against the door, his expression calm and unperturbed, muttering to himself with a complex gaze

Xiao Qian's face turned ashen, "What are you laughing at? Everyone go back to sleep."

Stop! Are you Tang Seng?" Mo Jiu glanced at her and said, "It's just a matter of changing rooms, what's the big deal? You've annoyed me to death. Alright, I will give it to you...

When arranging accommodations, Mo Jiu's room was in the same courtyard as Xiao Qian and Song Ao, but Song Yan also wanted to stay here, only to be rejected by the two of them on the grounds that there were not enough rooms. Thinking of this made her very angry, and she held her head high with arrogance, glaring at Mo Jiu, "I want to stay in this room!"

In the tightly closed room, Song Ao walked back and forth with a head as large as a cow

However, despite his esteemed position as the Privy Councillor, he is clearly not adept at mediating disputes among women

Mo Jiu contemplated for a moment and said, "Go find me two balls of cotton."

Song Ao was so angry that his chest hurt, and he couldn't help but shout, "Good for you, Xiao Changyuan! Hmph, I won't take responsibility anymore. Anyway, if Ziyan hurts someone, she is still your Xiao family's daughter-in-law."

"Chang Yuan, if you do not go out to take a look soon, your future sister-in-law will be killed by Zi Yan."

At the sound of "Liulang," all the flowers and leaves in the courtyard tremble

Song Yan was unhappy: "Because I am the daughter of Prince Cheng, Your Majesty personally conferred the title of Princess Ziyan upon me, I am the cousin of Lord Xiao, and the..."

Meier wore a苦 face; although afraid, she could only continue to comb her hair.

He cast a glance at Song Yan, neither too light nor too heavy, without uttering a word. However, the young lady was sensitive; when Granny Wu had previously scolded her with coarse language, she felt embarrassed. Now, in front of the one she admired, being publicly questioned by Mo Jiu made her feel even more humiliated.

Mo Jiushun seized her wrist with a firm grip, scrutinizing her intently. "A gentleman speaks rather than acts with force. I am quite easy to talk to. If you have something to discuss with me, why not state your intentions directly?"

In the southern land, there is a beautiful woman, dancing gracefully with a slender waist, amidst the splendid banquet in the autumn dusk, her flowing sleeves brushing against the clouds and rain

"Who are you? How would I know?" Mo Jiu was extremely angry and was still studying her clothing culture

He asked a pointless question, "What are you all doing?"

The yard was filled with men, stifling their laughter to the point that their shoulders trembled.

She is a young woman, not suitable to be scolded further, yet Granny Wu took over, "Little Harlot!"

He was about to ask further when suddenly a loud shout from Mo Jiu echoed through the courtyard

Xiao Qian elegantly placed the finely and neatly cut fruit into his mouth, his movements neither hurried nor slow: "Let her have your room"

Mo Jiudu covered his ears to find peace, but Mei Er was too nervous, and in a moment of carelessness, the comb got tangled in her hair

Xiao Qian did not raise his head, "If it is truly killed, it can be considered as slaying demons and eliminating evil, fulfilling the will of heaven."

Song Yan slowly approached, "You ignorant woman, do you not know that I am the daughter of Prince Cheng, the Princess Ziyan, personally conferred by His Majesty, the cousin of Lord Xiao, and the ... ... "

Xiao Laoliu, you heartless man, weren't you the one who said you wouldn't marry anyone but me? Now that a woman has come knocking at my door, you want to hide like a turtle? Come out quickly, if I lose even a single hair, I will set this place on fire and perish together with you

Xiao Qian eventually went out. After staying in the house for such a long time, he was still dressed impeccably, his attire neat and orderly. Every gesture and movement adhered to propriety, making the young prince Song Ao, who followed him out to watch the commotion, seem somewhat less refined in comparison.

Song Ao let out a grunt, standing with his hands behind his back by the window, watching and sighing, "Moreover, if I give her the room, where will I live?"

With a pained "hiss," Mo Jiu pressed his head and reluctantly got up to open the door

Song Yan has been pampered since childhood, wherever she goes, there are people who indulge and flatter her. When has she ever been treated so harshly?

Upon hearing a sob, she covered her face and rushed out

Some fools are truly peculiar, always fond of second-hand goods. Is the room I have slept in that fragrant

How is it that you can't even speak properly? How much suffering must you be feeling inside?

Xiao Qian's expression was stern, "No!"

No wonder

Mo Jiuyuan was originally preparing to sleep, her thick long hair scattered by Mei Er, cascading down her waist like soft black silk. The ribbons of her dress were not tied tightly, swaying loosely. She felt hot and did not wear shoes, her bare white feet resting against the door frame, her eyes half-open and half-closed, casually looking at Song Yan. Her demeanor was lazy and relaxed, yet she resembled a pearl glowing softly, breathtakingly beautiful and alluringly captivating.

Xiao Qian's expression darkened, as if he were enveloped in a layer of icy coldness

She had a delicate appearance, speaking in a soft and gentle voice. Coupled with the contrast of Song Yan's dagger, she appeared even more fragile, exuding a charming allure. Even those who held no particular fondness for her felt that this young lady was being bullied. The heads peering through the windows, watching the commotion, shook continuously, believing that Princess Ziyan was exceedingly fierce.

"Princess? Finally seeing a living one, a bit overbearing, but still considered an antique."

She was furious, drew her self-defense dagger, and held it against Mo Jiu's neck

When Song Yan first met Mo Jiu, she felt that this woman was a fairy

"Bold! Do you know who I am?" Song Yan could not fathom the thoughts of a graduate student in archaeology. The women she had encountered were all dignified and well-mannered; she had never seen anyone barefoot, disheveled, leaning against the door and gazing out. Thus, in her eyes, Mo Jiu's image of a "tomboy" was no different from that of a courtesan, and her gaze was filled with disdain.

Meier was taken aback, "Is your method just to block your ears?"

In utter helplessness, she sighed as she looked at Song Yan: "You see, it is not that I do not allow you, but rather that my younger brother-in-law is insistent and wishes to spend a pleasant evening with me..."

Xiao Qiandao: "At Wangcai's place, it is still possible to accommodate people"

The two individuals spoke in unison, nearly causing Mo Jiu to pop her eyes out in anger. How could she not know that this fellow was afraid she would take the opportunity to cause trouble or escape, which was why he was keeping a close watch on her? Yet, her protests were clearly ineffective against Xiao Qian.

Song Yan was choked by her words, her face turned red with anger, and she raised her hand to strike.

Kneel down! If you allow this county princess to slap you one hundred times, I will spare your life

The post station was originally a tranquil place, but with such a scolding, it is impossible for the people inside not to hear it

Mo Jiuqi said, "Why should I let you?"

Song Yan was so angry that her brows furrowed, "You shameless..."

Her thoughts were still lingering on that bloody scene where her husband was interrupted and had his legs broken, but Mo Jiu was too lazy to pay attention. His eyes, seemingly half-closed, appeared as if he was about to fall asleep. "You see, I can't fight against them, nor can I scold them, so what else can I do? Therefore, not listening to her is the best course of action."

With Xiao Qian's words, she was naturally pleased to find a way out, "Mother, pity my poor health and spoke out of turn... Cousin, please do not be angry." After a moment's thought, she reluctantly turned to Mo Jiu, "I am not fond of dampness, and among the inn, your room is the only one that faces the sun. May I exchange rooms with you?"

Mo Jiu smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "Change!"

Song Ao believed that Xiao Changyuan must want to crash to his death

Mo Jiu is inherently "kind-hearted". Upon seeing Xiao Qian emerge, her inner fire was ignited. Since everyone considers her to be mentally unstable, she might as well embrace her madness completely—after all, the most difficult person to provoke in the world is a madman

Ke Mojiu stuffed cotton into her ears and lazily lay down on the table, "Hmm, with this combing, it should feel more comfortable."

Song Ao was momentarily taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter, lazily sat down, and began to hum a tune

On a scorching hot day, the room was stiflingly warm, and sleeping in the carriage was far more comfortable. She did not say much, simply put on her shoes and stepped outside, showing no signs of having her room taken or feeling wronged. As she walked to Song Yan's side, she even shook her head.

Song Ao glared at him with a huff, "You know very well what Zi Yan's temper is like. Is she really concerned about the room? She came all the way from Chuzhou, claiming she was unwell and needed you to check her pulse, but isn't it really just to see you?"

But after all, she is a princess; who would dare to provoke her

She murmured to herself, with a profound meaning, but it made Wu Momo anxious. She stepped forward, protectively pointing at Mo Jiu, "Where did you come from, you filthy thing? Upon seeing the princess, why do you not kneel?"