Running into this kind of thing first thing in the morning instantly ruined Zhao Ying's good mood.
Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Ying's face was long and sour, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of taels of silver.
Shen Jing!
Damn Shen Jing!
It was all that scoundrel's doing!
He could already imagine that once this matter spread today, who knows how many people would ask him to complete poems and odes in the future!
If he couldn't complete them, or didn't complete them well, his title as the Foremost Scholar of Huaizhou would be laughed at as undeserved!
To hell with it!
Things had truly been going badly for him lately.
He'd even choke on water!
The more Zhao Ying thought about it, the angrier he got, wishing he could flay Shen Jing alive.
Hmm, once he married into the Wang family, he would find a way to extract the rest of the ode to the goddess of the luo river from him.
He wanted people to know that he was the undisputed Foremost Scholar of Huaizhou!
Zhao Ying secretly made up his mind and headed towards Shen Jing's house with a gloomy expression.
As they went along with their celebratory music, quite a few onlookers followed them.
When they arrived at Shen Jing's house, they found Shen Jing lying on a broken chair like a lord.
Chi Chi was even standing behind him, massaging his shoulders.
Seeing Zhao Ying and Song Lianxin step out of the carriage, a flash of hatred instantly crossed Chi Chi's eyes, and her hands, massaging Shen Jing's shoulders, pressed a little harder.
"It's fine!"
Shen Jing raised his hand to gently pat Chi Chi's hand, smiling, "Today, we are the ones watching the show!"
"Mm."
Chi Chi nodded lightly.
Zhao Ying paused at the doorway, then tiptoed, pulling Song Lianxin over the dirty and messy threshold.
As if he was afraid of dirtying his shoes.
Shen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked lazily at Zhao Ying: "Titled Scholar Zhao, have you finished your homework? Why are you here to watch the fun?"
Zhao Ying frowned.
Homework?
What homework?
But very quickly, Zhao Ying reacted.
Shen Jing was referring to completing the ode to the goddess of the luo river.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Ying felt completely out of sorts.
He had just been humiliated at the poetry society, and now Shen Jing brought up the matter of completing the ode to the goddess of the luo river again.
It was like rubbing salt in his wound.
Seeing Zhao Ying's expression turn sour, Zhao Ying's lackeys quickly stepped forward, "You've misunderstood, Miss Song said that today is your big day, and since your parents are not around, we will act as your maternal family and send you off to the Wang family for your wedding ceremony in a grand fashion."
Song Lianxin also slowly stepped forward, sighing, "I know you resent me, but we are, after all, old acquaintances. On your big day, we have to come and see you off, no matter what."
Watching Song Lianxin's clumsy acting, Shen Jing couldn't help but secretly curl his lip.
This dead woman was truly good at pretending!
She wanted to see him make a fool of himself, and also wanted to create an image of being kind and righteous in front of these onlookers.
"This Shen Jing truly doesn't know what's good for him. Miss Song kindly came to send him off, prepared an honor guard for him, and let him leave in a grand manner, yet he still spoke ill of her!"
"Exactly! This kind of person is simply beyond help!"
"I think this Shen Jing is just hateful because of love. He should take a good look at himself in the mirror; is he worthy of Miss Song?"
"Miss Song is so benevolent…"
As expected, listening to Song Lianxin's words, the unsuspecting onlookers praised Song Lianxin while pointing fingers at Shen Jing, which made Chi Chi furious.
Shen Jing smiled indifferently, then gave Chi Chi a look, "Go get me a pot of wine."
Wine?
Chi Chi was slightly stunned.
There had been no wine in the house for a long time, Young Master should know that!
Song Lianxin smiled, "I prepared wine for you, but the wedding party hasn't arrived yet, isn't it not time to drink?"
"We have our own wine, we don't need yours!"
Chi Chi glared fiercely at Song Lianxin, then immediately ran back into the house, took an empty wine pot, filled it with some water, and then brought it out to Shen Jing.
Shen Jing took the wine pot filled with water, tilted his head back, took a swig, and leisurely sighed, "A bitch with a dog, the more they drink, the more they have! The ancients truly didn't deceive me!"
A bitch with a dog?
As the words fell, Song Lianxin and Zhao Ying's faces suddenly turned ugly.
"Shen Jing!"
Zhao Ying suddenly let out a sharp shout, looking at Shen Jing with a gloomy face, "Don't be ungrateful!"
"Aren't you trying to act like a good person? You're breaking character so quickly?"
Shen Jing looked at Zhao Ying mockingly, "But then again, I didn't say that you and Song Lianxin are a bitch with a dog, so why are you so eager to fit the description?"
"You…"
Zhao Ying choked slightly, his face growing even gloomier.
He'd fallen for it!
This scoundrel was waiting for him right here!
Shen Jing, you just wait!
Zhao Ying roared in his heart.
"Today is his big day, let's not argue with him!"
Song Lianxin persuaded Zhao Ying, then earnestly told Shen Jing, "You can curse us, or hate us! I just hope you don't give up on yourself…"
With so many people watching, they still had to maintain their image.
"Miss Song, don't bother with such a scoundrel!"
"Exactly, you kindly helped him, and he's still here indirectly cursing people, he's simply worthless!"
"People like him just exist to make up the numbers in the world…"
Many onlookers felt indignant for Song Lianxin.
It felt like they were about to rush forward and help Song Lianxin beat up Shen Jing.
Just then, the sound of celebratory music started up again outside.
Soon, Wang Zan appeared at the doorway with the Wang family's wedding procession.
Seeing Wang Zan, Shen Jing couldn't help but turn to Chi Chi and sigh, "Young people really do have good bodies; a kick to the crotch, and he recovered so quickly!"
Chi Chi shook her head and chuckled, "Your servant believes, Young Master, that your body is too weak, and your strength is too small."
"Hmm, that's true."
Shen Jing nodded in agreement, "It seems I still need to practice more!"
Listening to the conversation between the master and servant, Wang Zan, who had just walked in, almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Shen Jing!
You just wait for me!
Once I get you back to the Wang family, I'll show you how I'll 'discipline' you!
Wang Zan thought fiercely, then stepped forward to bow to Zhao Ying and Song Lianxin, "Greetings, Titled Scholar Zhao, greetings, Miss Song."
"No need for formalities."
Zhao Ying waved his hand lightly, "You all just proceed as you should! Everything on Shen Jing's side has been arranged by Lianxin!"
"Thank you, Titled Scholar Zhao."
Wang Zan thanked him, his gaze falling on Shen Jing again, and he frowned, "Why aren't you wearing your wedding attire?"
Shen Jing said nothing, just quietly watched them perform.
"Didn't you prepare wedding attire for him?"
Zhao Ying feigned confusion as he asked Wang Zan.
"This…"
Zhao Ying choked slightly, "According to custom, shouldn't his side prepare it?"
"This is bad!"
Zhao Ying was annoyed, "We thought you had already prepared his wedding attire, and we didn't prepare any either!"
"What should we do?"
Song Lianxin feigned anxiety.
"This…"
Wang Zan thought for a moment, then slapped his head, "There is a set of wedding attire used to weigh down the sedan chair; we can only use that for now!"
Saying that, Wang Zan immediately ordered his servants to bring the wedding attire from the sedan chair.
Soon, a servant brought the wedding attire forward and unfolded it.
The next moment, an exquisite set of women's wedding attire appeared before everyone…