Chapter 386: Can’t Treat Everyone The Same

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Wen Yu was a thoughtful person, and Heng Yi had saved his life, so he was loyal to him.

When Qin Song came to look for him, he knew something was up…

However, he was shocked when he heard the whole story coming from Qin Song’s mouth.

“Don’t you know how much our Marquis values the Marchioness? To him, his wife is more important to him than himself.” Wen Yu sighed.

He knew that Qin Song wanted to climb up the ranks, but he was doing it the wrong way.

For a leader, Heng Yi treated them nicely.

He would give them the opportunity and would not be greedy.

Their future was bright thanks to him.

He couldn’t believe that Qin Song would give his wife’s sister to become Heng Yi’s concubine.

This whole plan was a little disgusting.

“It’s fine if the Marchioness doesn’t take your matter to heart. But if she does…”

“The Marquis obeys his wife’s every word and never asks whether it’s right or wrong. If she says one thing, he definitely won’t say another.”

“Do you think that the Marquis would like a concubine?”

“Our Marquis is a person who values relationships. And the way you handled this matter…”

Qin Song had been worried about Heng Yi’s attitude, but now he was enlightened.

He had calculated wrongly.

Not all men liked the new and delicate and discarded the old.

Wen Yu patted Qin Song’s shoulder, “To be honest, we’re already considered lucky compared to many people. We have a bright future following the Marquis. As long as we don’t court death, we’ll definitely be able to bring honor to our ancestors and our wife and children.”

“You’re not giving Marquis a concubine, you’re giving him your revenge.”

“Tomorrow is the Little Master’s first birthday.”

Qin Song regretted it too.

However, there was no medicine for regret in this world, and there was no do-over.

Wen Yu consoled him. Qin Song thought that it was already late and that he still had work to do tomorrow, so he went home first.

Wen Yu stood by the entrance silently.

His wife came over and asked him, “What’s wrong?”

“Old Qin is in trouble.”

Wen Yu’s wife, Madam Shu, was surprised, “Wasn’t everything fine a few days ago?”

“Their family decided to give Fifth Lady You to the Marquis. This matter has not been cleared up yet. Fifth Lady You was acting like a tyrant in the Marquis’ house. When the Marchioness arrived earlier today, she noticed the clues and chased her out.” Wen Yu said.

He looked at Madam Shu, “What do you think about this matter?”

“I think Madam Qin has been walking in the winds© these past few days,”

They had come to Sanzhou Town together with their families. Because Qin Song had been a constable long ago, these women respected Qin Song’s wife.

These womenfolk basically knew that Qin Song had a concubine. Although he did not call her his mistress, he doted on her.

This mistress was Madam Qin’s servant girl.

She looked quite good and was still young.

Perhaps Qin Song and the others thought that since he was a lecherous person, the Marquis of Wanning was most likely also such a person.

Madam Shu thought for a moment and then said to Wen Yu, “If you want to gain the Marquis’ trust, you’d better not have those thoughts.”

“What do you mean?” Wen Yu asked.

“Birds of a feather flock together. The Marquis is sincere to his wife, so he would probably value someone as pure as him. If you don’t believe me, just wait and see.”

Madam Shu guessed that Qin Song was most likely going to be abandoned.

Wen Yu didn’t quite believe this.

How many men were not lustful?

With some money and power, who wouldn’t want to have a few beautiful concubines by their side?

“If you’re jealous, just admit it.”

Madam Shu smiled and went back to her room to coax her children.

Qin Song had the same concern and asked his wife to prepare more gifts for the Marquis.

On the second day of the ninth month…

Ah-Yao was officially one year old.

Han Qiao and Heng Yi woke up very early that day.

Han Qiao checked the things in the room again. Heng Yi stood under the eaves, rubbing the token in his hand.

This was the Marquis of Wanning’s identity token.

There was only one in the world.

Whether it was carving or the dark patterns engraved on it.

Heng Yi hesitated, wondering if he should help Ah-Yao during the Zhua Zhou©

He naturally wanted to give the best to his son.

However, if he helped Ah-Yao, it would also put pressure on Ah-Yao in the future.

Han Qiao stood beside him and looked at the token in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” Han Qiao asked.

“I want to give this token to Yao.” Heng Yi turned to Han Qiao, “I can love my children and fight for them, but I can’t treat them equally.”

“When they love each other, I can be impartial, but if… I am biased towards

Yao, I have no reason or excuse.”

Han Qiao held Heng Yi’s hand, “I understand.”

He loved Ah-Yao with everything in his body.

Ah-Yao was her and Heng Yi’s child, and they shared the same blood.

“Keep this token. If Ah-Yao has the ability, he doesn’t need to rely on his father’s protection. If he doesn’t have the strength, this thing will be useless no matter how much you want to save for him.”

“Heng Yi, we will grow old eventually. The children are still young. Whether it’s Han Chi or He Cheng, just the fact that they call us Father and Mother, they’ll be qualified to inherit the Marquisdom too.”

“A good bird chooses a tree to live in©. Our family is where capable people live.”

“Our children will not disappoint us.”

Ah-Yao was a clever boy. As long as he didn’t grow up crooked and was not taught badly, his future was limitless.

Heng Yi held Han Qiao’s hand, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Today, Ah-Yao was dressed up festively.

For his little brother’s big day, He Cheng also changed into new clothes.

It was similar to Ah-Yao but slightly different.

On a closer look, the zodiac signs imprinted on the fabrics were different.

He Cheng proudly showed off to others that his clothes looked good.

He couldn’t remember if he ever did Zhua Zhou, nor did he know what this signify. Seeing Ah-Yao staring at the items on the red silk, he whispered to Ah-Yao, asking which one he thought was better.

Ah-Yao had his own opinions.

He didn’t like any of those items on the ground.

He liked his father’s sword and the wooden token that his father had placed in a purse.