QWAPMP Chapter 101

Chapter 101 The Eunuch Little Husband

Madam Song talked until her mouth was dry. She went inside to drink some water and then came back out to continue, “Oh, right, Qing-ge just said he found a marriage for Yi-ge. It’s with a butcher in town.”

Butcher? The man couldn’t help but think of how fierce and terrifying butchers usually looked. His brow twitched, “That butcher, what kind of person is he?”

“What kind of person, how would I know that?”

“What? You don’t know, and you dared to agree?” The man’s voice suddenly rose.

Madam Song was startled, then reacted and immediately shouted back, “Why shouldn’t I agree? For a eunuch little brother like him, it’s good enough that someone is willing to marry him. He can’t be picky. And I’m not doing this for our eldest son and our little grandson. Our little grandson is about to start private tutoring soon, where would we get the silver for them!”

Yes, they had no silver. Madam Song’s husband was speechless for a moment, then reverted to his usual demeanor, tacitly agreeing to the matter.

To marry Song Yi off quickly, Song Qing returned to town and went out under the guise of buying meat to meet Butcher Wang.

Butcher Wang was notoriously ugly in town, and so fierce that children were afraid of him just by looking at him.

It was this ugly man who had taken a liking to Song Qing, who often came to his stall to buy meat.

This time, Song Qing used the excuse of buying meat to chat with Butcher Wang. He mentioned that he had an older brother who looked similar to him but hadn’t married yet, and their parents were worried, so they asked him to see if there were any unmarried men in town.

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Song Qing smiled, “Brother Wang is naturally a good person. If Brother Wang truly wants to marry my brother, please come to Song Family Village tomorrow to propose.”

“Good, good, good, I will definitely come tomorrow.” Butcher Wang was happy at the thought of soon having a wife, and one as good-looking as Qing-ge’er. He was much more generous when cutting meat.

Song Qing looked at the greasy Butcher Wang with disdain in his eyes but couldn’t help feeling excited. He left the meat stall, turned around, and entered another shop, using the money left over from buying meat today to buy other things.

The next day, two groups of outsiders arrived in Song Family Village. The first group came by carriage, looking anxious and flustered, as if something big had happened.

The second group entered the village in an ox cart. The man driving the ox had a joyful expression. The ox cart carried many things, and just the half a pig made many villagers look on with envy, wishing they could snatch it home to eat themselves.

Butcher Wang strode into the village grandly. Today, he had spent a fortune to marry a wife. He didn’t believe that after seeing these gifts, the prospective mother-in-law wouldn’t recognize him as her future son-in-law, and that the little brother wouldn’t be moved.

The carriage entered the village first and stopped outside a residence.

Yan Ye finished reading the family letter sent by the original host’s mother and asked the old servant if the person who delivered the letter outside had left.

The old servant didn’t know the content of the letter. Hearing the Young Master ask this, he ran out to look again and returned, saying, “Young Master, that person is still outside.”

Yan Ye handed the family letter to the old servant, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, “Mother is seriously ill and wants this Young Master to return and attend to her.”

The old servant finished reading the letter’s content and hesitated, “Madam’s health has always been good, how could she suddenly become critically ill?”

The letter said that Madam Yan was critically ill, bedridden, and likely did not have long to live, and wanted him, as her son, to return home and attend to his mother.

From the old servant’s words, Yan Ye’s guess was confirmed. A person with good health, why would she suddenly become critically ill?

This illness, I’m afraid, is not because of his little husband.

Yan Ye lowered his eyes in thought. A decision formed in his heart: the problem that should be solved by him, he would go and solve it.

If he didn’t go this time, there might be a next time, and the time after that.

“Is Young Master going back?” The old servant felt that something was fishy at a glance, hence the question.

Yan Ye straightened his sleeves and showed a gentle smile, “As a child, how can I let my mother not see her child before she leaves?”

The person wasn’t dead yet, but Yan Ye unceremoniously cursed her to death.

The old servant exclaimed, “Oh dear! Young Master, please be careful with your words! I’ll go prepare right away.”

“There’s no need to prepare anything. Go help me call Yi-ge’er over, I have something to say to him.” Yan Ye didn’t plan to genuinely serve the original host’s mother in the Yan family, so he didn’t need the old servant to prepare anything. Anyway, he would be back soon.

After a while, Song Yi was led in by the old servant. His hands were still stained with ink, which he had accidentally gotten on them when the old servant had just told him that the Young Master was leaving.

“Young Master Yan.” Song Yi’s eyes inquired, but he said nothing.

He knew that Yan Ye asking Old Lin to call him meant he would personally tell him about going back.

Yan Ye took a clean handkerchief, grabbed Song Yi’s hand, and wiped it clean, his voice softening, “My mother is seriously ill, I’m afraid she won’t make it…”

“Cough cough! Young Master!!” The old servant quickly interrupted his Young Master’s nonsense, wondering what was wrong with him. Ever since he read the family letter, why did he keep cursing Madam? Madam’s health was clearly fine.

Yan Ye looked up and glanced at the old servant, signaling him not to interrupt.

Song Yi raised his eyes in surprise. Just as he was about to say something sympathetic, he saw that there was no so-called sadness in Yan Ye’s eyes.

When a mother is ill, children would naturally be sad and worried, but Yan Ye wasn’t. Instead, he was rather indifferent.

So… this critical illness is fake, the purpose is to get someone to come home?

Song Yi suddenly pulled his hand away from Yan Ye’s palm, and his body retreated a step, his eyes filled with disappointment, “So you’re going home?”

Going back means never coming back?

Yan Ye suddenly pulled him, hugging him tightly into his arms. He couldn’t bear to see any hint of mistrust in this person’s eyes, and said earnestly, “You are here, I will definitely come back to pick you up. I just need to resolve things at home before coming back for you.”

Song Yi nestled in the man’s embrace, feeling low, and silently listened as Yan Ye continued, “Bringing you back now would only make things difficult for you.”

Song Yi looked at him pleadingly and suddenly said, “Heartless lovers in plays always say these things.”

Yan Ye suddenly lost his temper and laughed. What did this little brother take him for? A scoundrel who eats and runs without acknowledging the debt?

Song Yi’s nose was pinched by Yan Ye, and he said indignantly in pain, “I was wrong, Young Master Yan, quickly let go of my nose!”

After pinching his nose, Yan Ye pinched his face, highly retaliatory. Hearing the person admit his mistake, he finally withdrew his hand, “Wait for me obediently.”

Song Yi agreed and reluctantly sent the person onto the carriage. After the carriage left, he withdrew his gaze, and the reluctance on his face completely disappeared, replaced by indifference.

The old servant who had watched the carriage leave just turned his head and saw the speed at which the little husband in front of him changed his expression, he couldn’t help but feel amazed.

He also didn’t know if this little brother genuinely liked their Young Master.

The old servant looked towards the village entrance with some melancholy, wondering if the Young Master could get past Madam’s hurdle.

Thinking about what he had heard about the little brother, the old servant only felt that if Madam Yan knew about this matter, the Yan family would likely be in utter chaos.

“Alas!”

A helpless sigh caused Song Yi to look over. He had been here for several days but was not familiar with this Old Lin. Seeing him look troubled, especially after Yan Ye had left, Song Yi thought it might be related to himself and asked, “Is Old Lin sighing because of me?”

Old Lin took a step forward, paused at the words, and thought that this little brother was also a pitiful person, so he decided to tell him about Madam Yan liking her cousin (female).

“Madam has always wanted the Young Master to marry his female cousin. The family letter urging the Young Master to return this time is very likely for this matter?”

Female cousin? That was the woman from that day. Song Yi lowered his eyes, appearing sad, and asked softly, “What about the Young Master’s father? Does he also want the Young Master to marry his female cousin?”

The old servant shook his head, walked to the resting area in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, sat down, and slowly said, “The Master is unaware of this matter. It has always been Madam who has been trying to arrange for the Young Master and his female cousin.”

To find out more about the affairs of the Yan family’s inner residence, Song Yi voluntarily poured Old Lin a cup of tea, sat opposite him, and asked about the Yan family’s affairs with a look of unease.

The Yan family’s business in the county town was not just running a grain store as Yan Ye had said that day, but involved various industries, including restaurants, teahouses, pawnshops, cloth stores, money shops, and a series of others.

When Song Yi learned all this, his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. The Yan family was really rich. If the Third Prince had been this rich back then, he could have recruited soldiers and horses, waited for the right time to seize the throne, and wouldn’t have been threatened by the New Emperor, to the point of not being able to send troops to save the person he loved.

And he wouldn’t have fallen to this state, having to rely on a man whose thoughts were even deeper than his own.

But if he didn’t rely on this man, how could Madam Song let him live in peace? Song Qing hated him to the bone and would sooner or later have Madam Song find him a husband at random and force him to marry.

Instead of waiting for Madam Song and Song Qing to push him into a fire pit, it was better to agree to Young Master Yan.

While Song Yi thought he was taking the initiative, Madam Song readily accepted Butcher Wang’s half a pig without any hesitation. In exchange, she immediately gave him Song Yi’s birthdate information and agreed to the marriage.

As for the amount of the betrothal gift, Madam Song had just asked when Butcher Wang thought of Song Qing’s beauty. He was marrying Song Qing’s brother, who must also be good-looking. Giving too little would make them unwilling to marry. Butcher Wang gritted his teeth and generously said, “Two taels of silver, and I’ll provide another slab of meat when the time comes.”

“Two taels of silver?” Madam Song gasped. She hadn’t expected Yi-ge’er to be worth so much. Ignoring her husband’s attempt to say something, Madam Song eagerly said, fearing he would change his mind, “Two taels it is, do you have the silver with you now? If so, you can take Yi-ge with you today.”

Seeing them agree so readily, Butcher Wang was also happy, “I don’t have that much silver on me. But if you agree, I’ll go back now and bring the silver to marry your brother tomorrow.”

“Agree, agree.” Madam Song smiled from ear to ear, agreed on the time for tomorrow, and chuckled as she sent Butcher Wang out the door.

No sooner had Butcher Wang left than Madam Song’s little brother came back.

Mother and son smiled at each other with tacit understanding. After entering the house, Song Qing hurriedly asked, “Mother, how is it? Did that butcher say when he will come to marry?”

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