Chapter Fourteen, The Liu Family

The capital city of Jin, Shang An’jing, was fairly different from Nan Liang. Xiao Zuo walked on the streets, and on the entire way, observed the shops to the two sides with a slight feeling of freshness.

Nan Liang’s capital city seeped with the delicacy and romanticism that was unique to the Jiang Nan region- throughout the year, it would be shrouded in dense fog, with chalky walls, black roof tiles, lifted corners and flying eaves.

Even in the winter, big trees grown on the two sides of the street would still be green and flourishing, and sometimes, there would be plum blossoms inclining towards the walls, with falling flowers piling up, pressed over by the carriages on the road, then leaving some flickering cold fragrances. Several small creeks meandered and crossed through the city, holding up twenty-four white jade bridges. Underneath the night of a bright moon, to the side of the bridges would be the beckoning of ladies formed from makeup and hairpins, and beneath the bridges would be black sailboats overflowing with the illumination of the water, with someone playing a tune over a jade flute, making people in yearning and heartbreak.

Only saying that human matters were unlike the presence of the landscape, disappointing [one] to seek a good wine[1].

Xiao Zuo sighed. The barren branches to the two sides stood lonesomely, while the winds rolled up the thin yellow sands on the ground, and even without beating drums or shining weapons, was already of a stern air.

Frankly speaking, Shang An’jing was wealthy and flourishing. The stores would be highly hung with red lanterns, pierced with colourful flags of an assortment of colours, while the plaques were all cast from gold, appearing with a royal[2] air of splendour. Now that it entered winter, the small peddlers who came out to calling for sales were all wrapped quite tightly- their heads wore slightly worn fur hats, but their faces were instead red and healthy, and called out powerfully while their hands smoothly flipped baked sesame cakes.

Their eyes all carried a hope and satisfaction towards life, and Xiao Zuo took back his gaze- looks like this war on Nan Liang, was lost quite justly.

“My lord, to the front is the newly opened restaurant.” Zi Wan stopped in her steps. The top of that restaurant was still tied with the colourful strips symbolizing a newly opened business. The plaque was written with “West Lake Moon” with flamboyant writing, completely out-of-place with this simplistic and dignified Shang An.

“Upon the western lake is water [called] the western lake moon, no clouds upon thousands of miles is the sky of thousands of miles. Let’s go in and look.” Xiao Zuo held in his laugh, and went inside.

The furnishings of the interior of this restaurant were also no different from Nan Liang. The pillars were all engraved with delicate lotus leaves or swallows and birds, and the entire main hall used goose-yellow drapes to partition it into several areas, layers upon layers, with a different kind of charm to it.

Just as they entered through the doors, a waiter quickly came over to welcome them, with their attitude very respectful, “Please come sit over here.”

Xiao Zuo and Zi Wan followed him to the center. Xiao Zuo saw that there were a few places still empty by the window, and thought, sitting by the window eating while overlooking the entire Shang An’jing must be better than sitting in the middle only able to face people, and thus opened his mouth to ask.

“Can we sit to that side?”

The waiter saw in the direction where Xiao Zuo pointed, and apologetically smiled, “Those seats over there have already been reserved. The next time you two would like to sit there, you must let us know earlier on.”

“Is that so.” Xiao Zuo slightly regretfully sat down, and then received the menu from the waiter and started ordering dishes.

Just as He Xuan said, the dishes here were certainly all Nan Liang’s famous dishes. There were many that Xiao Zuo did not have a chance to try after coming to Jin, and thus, he could not help but order a lot, even the gaze of the waiter looking at him to the side turned like he saw a mountain of gold.

“My lord, if you like, we can come here next time more often.” In the end, Zi Wan couldn’t bear to watch on, and spoke up to remind him. Xiao Zuo then unbearably put down the menu, and then nodded his head at the waiter. That waiter took back the menu full of smiles, and immediately brought many refreshments for them with a very hospitable attitude.

Xiao Zuo’s gaze swept through that plate of bean paste cake at the center of the table, and could not help but recall that night the country fell when Zi Wan picked up that bean paste cake with dust from the ground. He felt his nose suddenly ache, and hurriedly concealed it by lifting his hand to rub the reddened eyes, and took up a bean paste cake and put it into the mouth.

The bean paste was soft with a bit of a cool sweetness. Xiao Zuo swallowed that piece down the stomach, and felt that pitch-black and blood-red night also was swallowed into the belly along with this fragrant and sweet bean paste cake. That fragrance wrapped over the swords’ ruthless air and bloodiness, slowly smoothing over that precarious, frail, and laughable self-respect of his.

“Zi Wan……” Just as Xiao Zuo opened his mouth, he was instead interrupted by a few people coming over from the side, “Hoh, where comes this little beauty?”

He froze for one second, then turned over his head to look. He saw the incoming person had a waxen yellow facial colour, clearly a wealthy lord’s son that was soaked in that town of tenderness and the tombs of ravishment to the point it emptied the body with one look. That person was dressed in long sleeves, and looking from that delicate pattern and soft and smooth fabric, it must be very expensive.

The incoming person also came with a few followers who seemed like guards- that person seemed to be accustomed with tyrannizing this Shang An, and when he came up, he very frivolously walked to the front of Zi Wan, with his words unable to cover the filth inside it.

“Hey, why do you not speak, little beauty? Look at this fine skin and tender flesh, could you be from the south?” That person was about to merrily reach out to turn Zi Wan’s face, Xiao Zuo long already suppressed his anger on the side, and at this time, he suddenly stood up, slapped that person’s hand away, and spoke in a deep voice, “Put your hands away.”

“Oho!” That person turned his head, like he was sizing up some peculiar item when looking up and down at Xiao Zuo. The fox coat on Xiao Zuo had not been taken off yet, so his delicate features were wrapped in a spotless white fine fur, making him seem more noble and removed.

At this time, when he put on a cold face and expressionlessly looked at that person, that person actually slightly had some thought of retreating in this instant.

“Who do you think you are scaring?” That person let out a cold humph from his nose, and narrowed his muddy eyes, saying, “I remember all the people who cannot be opposed in Shang An, but this little fair face of yours, I don’t have even a lick of impression.”

That person swallowed his saliva, and stared at Xiao Zuo’s face for a short while, then suddenly pulled at his mouth and smiled pervertedly, “I see that you dress quite richly, could you be some lord’s little pet?”

After finishing, that person met gazes with the guards following to his back, and laughed out loud together.

“You……” Zi Wan gripped her hand, how could she watch Xiao Zuo be humiliated like this? Her eyes turned red from glaring, and was about to rise up.

“Zi Wan.” Xiao Zuo’s eyes turned deep, and could not be seen if he was happy or angry. He indifferently pulled at Zi Wan’s sleeves, and slightly shook his head. Zi Wan could only forcibly press down the anger inside her heart, then bit down on her lips and sat back down.

But once that bunch of people finished laughing, a person dressed like an attendant standing by the wealthy son’s side lifted his chin, and said with a disdainful expression, “Do you know who my lord is? In this Shang An’jing, there has never been anyone who dares to go against my lord. Don’t insist on making things harder, and hurry up and hand over this little lady.”

That attendant laughed just as disgustingly as his master, “If my lord is satisfied, anything he bestows probably can’t even be spent in an entire lifetime!”

“I won’t go with you people.” Zi Wan lowered her head and sat to one side, and said while forcibly suppressing her disgust.

That wealthy son was probably had things go his own way[3] in the realm of love, when has he ever met with kind of wall of a women, and immediately, he felt like he had his reputation fall in front of the public, and scolded like he was flustered, “You shitty prostitute, you must be a worn shoe from the south from that dialect of yours. You’ve probably been ploughed loose this entire way, what are you still acting so pure for……!”

“Ah!”

“My lord!”

Xiao Zuo watched his mouth open and close, and faintly felt like he fell down into that swamp formed from the overspreading nightmares once again. Nan Liang’s commoners were all bloodied, like evil ghosts coming from hell, reaching with their hands out pulling him down towards the swamp. He covered over his ears, yet the cries of pain and groans coming from all around were still held between by waves of cold winds, perforating through his eardrums, about to drag him into hell together, unable to reincarnate forever.

“You dare hit me!” That person looked at Xiao Zuo with a face of disbelief. Xiao Zuo numbly took back his hand, and knitted his eyebrows sweeping over the reddened face that he just hit with a fist.

He was uneasy inside, but on the surface, was still of an indifferent and noble look. The hands he hung inside the sleeves slightly shook, and lifted his chin and arrogantly spat out two words, “Beat it.”

“You……” That person ground his teeth and glared at him, while the bodyguards at his back were all itching to move. Xiao Zuo’s right hand tightly gripped into the palm, and had a back full of cold sweat flowing down in this frosty winter.

“Liu’s third lord?” The customers sitting to their side long already ran cleanly when that person came in. That person’s scoundrel name had probably long been crowned in Shang An, and something like this was probably not his first time.

Liu Wen Yao[4] turned back, and saw that goose-yellow drape get lifted open, walking in with a lofty and elegant young lord with features like ice and snow. Xiao Zuo watched him walk two steps to the front, and paid respects towards Liu Wen Yao, with his voice neither overbearing nor servile.

“Liu’s third lord, just now, Qing Shuang was at the entrance and met with Commander Liu, and he asked me if you were inside.” Qing Shuang inconspicuously blocked in front of Xiao Zuo, and smiled, “I told him you were about to finish eating here, and would return to the residence soon.”

Liu Wen Yao was Liu Guang Yuan’s son, although his big brother Liu Wen Xun[5] was blood-related brothers with him, their moral integrity and actions were as different as the heavens was to the earth.

This Liu Wen Yao was of clear infamy, while Liu Wen Xun was instead a rare, talented youth, and also got his merits in the punitive expedition of Nan Liang. Now, he got a post as the vice-commander of the palace’s official army, and could be considered to have brought honour to the family name. With this kind of an outstanding example[6] of a big brother, Liu Wen Yao naturally could not hold his head up within the family, and was very fearful of this big brother.

He knew this big brother of his did not partake in dining, wining, whoring or gambling at all, and the sole rebellious point in his entire life was probably how he favoured the southerly winds, but as long as he took in a wife and extended the family fires on the surface, this bit of private hobby of his, in Jin, was not that damaging.

Sir Qing Shuang was currently considered hard to request for in the southern mansion, while this big brother of his long already adored [him] for a long time. Liu Wen Yao was not a fool either, and could not offend him at this time for a not-bad-looking little lady.

Liu Wen Yao’s face turned all sorts for a moment, but in the end, unwillingly nodded his head at Qing Shuang, “I understand, I will go out now.” When passing by Xiao Zuo, Liu Wen Yao fiercely glared at him, and squeezed out a few words from the gaps of his teeth, “Just you wait.”

Qing Shuang watched Liu Wen Yao’s figure get swallowed cleanly by the drapery, then turned his head, and gave a light smile at Xiao Zuo.

“The Liu family currently is like the sun in the sky in the courts, it would be better for you not to provoke Liu Wen Yao as much.”

“Thank you for today, Sir.” Xiao Zuo seriously bowed at him, and his eyes held a hard-to-conceal gratefulness, “I am Xiao Zuo, may I ask for your surname, Sir?”

Xiao Zuo heard him call himself Qing Shuang just now, yet did not what surname it was, thinking about it, it should be a young lord of an aristocratic family as well.

Who knew that Qing Shuang would shake his head, and his voice was indiscernible if it was sad or happy, “Thine name is Qing Shuang, a person of lowliness, so how could one speak of surnames.”

When hearing this, Xiao Zuo could not help but feel it was unexpected. He saw this person was open-hearted and benign, proper and respectful, and was clearly the descendant of an aristocratic family, so he did not think that they were a slave that did not even have a surname. However, in this one instant, he withdrew his feelings- since it was another person’s scars, it would be best if he did not mention it.

“Do be more careful in the future, Sir. Liu Wen Yao seeks vengeance for even the smallest of things, he will definitely not let the matter be.”

Xiao Zuo nodded his head. At this point, he felt like these humanly matters made him extremely fatigued for the time being, and could not help but sigh.