Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

Chapter 215: No. 2, You Are a Coward

Jia She leaned back in the bumpy carriage, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the carriage swayed. His face was pale, and he was obviously in unbearable pain.

He kept cursing, his voice filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Ouch! Slow down, walk slower, it hurts me so much."

Jia She's voice echoed in the carriage, and his hands tightly grasped the edge of the carriage, trying to alleviate the pain caused by the bumps.

"I'm hurt, did you hear that? Are you deaf?"

His voice rose a few notches, apparently venting his dissatisfaction with those driving the cars.

"You're still dumb. What did you eat? Why are you walking so fast?"

Jia She's words were merciless. Despite the unbearable pain, his words were still sharp and harsh.

The carriage shook again, and a few more beads of sweat appeared on Jia She's forehead.

His face turned even paler, but he continued to curse, trying to ease his pain with words.

He sneered at Jia Zheng who was sitting beside him.

"Second brother, I know you are angry. You are a coward."

"Now that Concubine Wu's brother has said a few unpleasant words to me, I have become even more cowardly."

"Don't think you're sitting upright now. I know your spine has been broken for a long time."

At this point Jia She raised his arm and grabbed it back fiercely.

"Our ancestors were also heroes who rode horses and charged into battle, but now our children and grandchildren have become like this."

"If you get beaten, you have to pay compensation. If your ancestors knew about this, they would open their coffins and scold you!

"You are an unfilial son and grandson, a coward. If you are a descendant of the Jia family, you should chop off the heads of your enemies with your swords."

"what about you?"

The carriage moved slowly along the streets of the capital. There were few pedestrians on the streets, with only a few passing by in a hurry. No one noticed the cursing coming from inside the carriage.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the bluestone road, making a dull sound, which mixed with Jia She's curses and seemed particularly abrupt.

"Brother, please say less!" Jia Zheng's voice was filled with helplessness and fatigue.

"This is the main street of the capital, not your inner courtyard. No one will care how you act in the inner courtyard, but here people will laugh at you."

"And you said someone else beat you up. What evidence do you have?"

"I went there and asked a lot of people, and they all said that you were the first to do it. You couldn't stand that prostitute, so you chose the younger brother of Concubine Wu."

Jia Zheng couldn't stand him talking about his ancestors anymore, so he tried to reason with him.

After hearing what Jia Zheng said, Jia She was not happy. He was turning his head in the opposite direction, and he became even more agitated.

"Just listen to them. What's his last name? What's yours?"

"You can trust the words of the brothel girl. She agreed to my request first, but then she changed her mind when she saw that there was someone younger."

"So it is said that Chang'e loves young men, and whores are ruthless since ancient times."

Jia Zheng was irritated by this nonsense.

"Brother, so many people saw it, and they all said that you kicked the table instead of the person you kicked."

“Then he fell to the ground.”

"You have to have evidence for what you say. Otherwise, why don't we go back now and go to the Dali Temple to appeal first?"

"Nonsense, I'm injured now, how can I complain? Of course it's you, go ahead!"

"Who are we? We are the Rongguo Mansion, not the Songguo Mansion. What are you afraid of?"

"Her sister is the Imperial Concubine, and you are her father!"

Jia Zheng wanted to throw Jia She onto the street. This elder brother didn't do his job as an official properly, and he didn't even act like an elder.

You are a bearded man now. Do you think you are still the young master of the Duke's Mansion?

Jia She's voice continued to reach my ears.

"Look at your lack of ambition. You are a concubine, no wonder your daughter has to be suppressed."

"If you ask me, next time you tell the queen in the palace, don't be timid and fight for everything."

Jia Zheng sat opposite him with a gloomy face and clenched hands, obviously trying hard to control his emotions.

Although the drivers around were all from the same family, Jia She's nonsense also made them feel uneasy, fearing that they would get into unnecessary trouble.

The car is faster.

Jia She was finally in so much pain that he was too weak to speak.

At this moment, Jia Zheng felt deeply powerless. This capital city was no longer the capital city of more than 20 years ago.

More than 20 years ago, on this same street, I also showed off with my brother.

We have also swum together with young boys arm in arm.

Now we are all young people and I don’t even recognize many of the young men.

Hey! Jia Zheng suddenly saw several people he knew, including his nephew Xue Pan and Jia Zhen, turning around a corner and heading down a small alley.

What is he doing again? Jia Zheng didn't care anymore. He couldn't control it and was too lazy to care.

How can I manage my child if I can’t hit or scold him?

……

Finally, the carriage slowly stopped in front of the Jia Mansion.

Jia She was carried into the mansion. His courtyard was in chaos, with servants busying around, including Mrs. Xing.

Mrs. Xing came back, she had to come back.

In Rongqing Hall, as soon as she heard that Jia She had broken his leg, Jia's mother said to her, "You should take this opportunity to go back! He has a broken leg and can't do anything to you."

"After a hundred days or so, this matter will be over."

"You are so old, why are you still making trouble?"

Mrs. Xing unexpectedly cooperated with Lady Jia's proposal and agreed immediately.

"Mother, don't worry. The master finally broke his leg. I will take good care of him."

The tone of voice startled Lady Jia. Why did it sound wrong?

Then Mrs. Xing continued,

"He may not have other things, but he has many concubines and many people who work three shifts."

"I will lead a team myself and pick two favored teams to serve the master to his full potential."

Grandmother Jia cast her eyes on Mrs. Xing's face, but could not see her expression. Was she really overthinking?

She simply doesn't know how to use words?

Grandmother Jia thought Mrs. Xing's suggestion was very good, so she did not correct her choice of words, and even praised her with great satisfaction.

"You did very well,"

He also advised Mrs. Xing a few words, "There are many people in your backyard, so you should worry more."

Mrs. Xing nodded repeatedly, "Mother is right, I will go there right away, but before I go, I want to ask for a favor from you."

Grandmother Jia was stunned. "Tell me, is there any difficulty?"

Mrs. Xing said respectfully to Lady Jia,

"Mother, it takes a hundred days for a broken bone to heal. You know the situation in our hospital."

"In the past, there were always many concubines, one on the left and one on the right. They all relied on the master's favor and would make trouble for Qiao. I couldn't make the decision."

"Now I need to serve the master. I want to ask my mother for a favor and let me manage all the monthly allowances in our courtyard."

"This way I can also have the right to reward and punish."

"I'm also afraid that the rules are too strict and the ladies are too delicate to bear them."

Everything Mrs. Xing said made sense, and it seemed as if she was making plans for the mansion.

Grandmother Jia gave her a meaningful look, thinking she was taking this opportunity to ask for power and money.

"You've been married here for more than ten years, and it's time for you to take care of your own family."

"Okay, I agree. If anyone makes trouble, just deal with them. I will take care of it for you."

"Thank you, mother, for your help!" Mrs. Xing bowed deeply.

I have been here for more than ten years and now I am ordered to go.