Chapter 11: Jiang Shiyuan, Are You Really Getting Married?

While Shen Luchu and Zhou Jingshen were eagerly waiting for Jiang Shiyuan to come over and apologize, Jiang Shiyuan had already prepared everything and was getting ready to visit the Pei family. However, as the carriage entered the bustling market, Jiang Shiyuan saw from a distance the unmistakable figure of Pei Ziye among the crowd.

Pei Ziye was dressed in a striking, flamboyant pink outfit, his hair tied up high with a shining golden headpiece. One hand held a fire-crystal persimmon, and the other rested on his waist as he tilted his head, looking around at something unknown.

Jiang Shiyuan stopped the carriage and lifted the curtain, calling out, “Pei Gongzi!”

Pei Ziye turned at the sound of his name. The only person who would call him “Pei Gongzi” in such a polite and respectful manner was his little aunt, right?

“Hey! Over here! Over here!”

Pei Ziye called out excitedly and quickly ran over, snatching the horse stool from the coachman’s hand and setting it up for Jiang Shiyuan.

If his little uncle didn’t mind, he could be even more flattering.

Jiang Shiyuan got off the carriage, and Pei Ziye enthusiastically greeted her, “Would you like to eat a persimmon? It’s really sweet!”

Jiang Shiyuan shook her head and handed the bundle she was carrying to Pei Ziye. “Thank you, Pei Gongzi, for the novels and the pastries.”

Pei Ziye didn’t pay attention to anything else but the word “novel,” and his eyes immediately widened in surprise, his whole demeanor brightening up.

Did little uncle really send the novels?

Pei Ziye laughed out loud, “Are they good?”

Jiang Shiyuan, feeling a bit confused, blushed and nodded.

The story was good, but it was also quite explicit.

To be asked so openly—it was like being in bed and suddenly having the blanket pulled off.

Seeing Jiang Shiyuan’s slightly awkward expression, Pei Ziye was even more convinced that she had received the most explicit and vulgar set of novels.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

Goodness! The most solemn and self-restrained Pei Taifu, actually giving his future wife such explicit books?! Was this moral decay or a distortion of human nature?

What would his little uncle say if he knew?

Pei Ziye was very curious but soon realized that if he told his uncle, he would probably end up getting beaten.

That couldn’t happen!

He wouldn’t tell his uncle.

Anyway, they were about to get married.

Pei Ziye laughed so hard that Jiang Shiyuan instinctively took a step back.

Was this the reason Pei Ziye couldn’t find a wife?

What was going on with him all of a sudden?

When Pei Ziye finally stopped laughing and straightened up, Jiang Shiyuan asked, “Pei Gongzi, do you know the ‘Noodle-eating Scholar’? The person who wrote these novels.”

Pei Ziye couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing again. “Did the person who wrote the novels poke the ‘scholar’s nest’? There are so many scholars! I know three jade-faced scholars and four cold-faced scholars, but this ‘noodle-eating scholar’ is a first for me.”

The person certainly had a funny name.

Pei Ziye immediately understood, eagerly agreeing, “Miss Jiang wants to meet him? I’ll inquire about him.”

Jiang Shiyuan quickly added, “It’s not that urgent. I just thought this person seemed interesting and, since Pei Gongzi is well-connected and has so many prominent acquaintances, I thought you might know him, so I just casually asked.”

Pei Ziye was flattered. Hardly anyone praised him like this. His family usually just scolded him for mingling with all sorts of people, making bad friends.

“It’s on me. Doesn’t matter what kind of scholar or what kind of noodles he eats, I’ll make sure to bring him to you, Miss Jiang, with both person and pot,” Pei Ziye said, patting his chest confidently.

Jiang Shiyuan couldn’t help but laugh again and handed the bundle to Pei Ziye. “Thank you, this is for you.”

For him?

Pei Ziye was momentarily stunned but didn’t ask further.

He accepted the things and bought two fire-crystal persimmons for Jiang Shiyuan and Hong Dou before taking off with his items.

“This Pei Gongzi is quite interesting,” Hong Dou couldn’t help but laugh.

“He is indeed interesting.”

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, turning to return to the carriage. Just then, a figure suddenly rushed in front of her, blocking her path.

“Jiang Shiyuan, are you really getting married?”