Chapter 67
The Wei family's New Year's Eve was very lively. The whole family was mobilized, eating and watching the play. After that, Jiang Lin ordered the servants to lit a fire in the yard. Everyone formed a circle and began to dance, and they didn't stop until after midnight.
The servants had never experienced such a lively and happy New Year, and so did the ladies of the Wei family. The smiles on their faces never stopped throughout the night, and their attitude towards Jiang Lin became much closer.
Jiang Lin didn't know how many people had praised him that night, and the praise made him feel elated.
When he chatted with Wei Yunzhao on the bed, he made Wei Yunzhao jealous. He said that so many people liked his wife, so he wanted to eat him up and keep him by his side forever. Jiang Lin kicked him on the leg, told him that he could have anything in dream, and then fell asleep while touching the man's abdominal muscles.
According to custom, they had to get up early on the morning of the first day of the new year. Jiang Lin was thinking about taking Wei Yunzhao to visit some aunts to ask for red envelopes, so he got up energetically early in the morning and prepared to go out. As a result, before he even left the room, he received the news that Zhao Qiuru had gone crazy.
Jiang Lin sighed, he felt that it was so unlucky to receive such news early in the morning on the first day of the new year. Sure enough Zhao Qiuruo really hated him.
Although he was very happy that Zhao Qiuru was not doing well, Jiang Lin asked the housekeeper to call the person who delivered the news in, "She was fine before, why did she suddenly go crazy?"
Jiang Lin felt that his only contribution was to scare her in the middle of the night until she got sick, but it was really not him who made her crazy.
The servant of Anyang Bofu explained Zhao Qiuru's abnormal behavior these days, and then said: "The doctor said that the Mistress was overly worried and frightened. She couldn't bear it, so she went crazy."
"Then what did she do when she went crazy?" Jiang Lin asked next.
The servant glanced at Jiang Lin carefully, "She... She said that someone wanted to harm her, and that it was the eldest young master who killed the young lady, and she wanted to seek revenge from you."
Jiang Lin was not surprised at all, "Then what did Anyang Bo say about this?"
"Master Bo arranged for someone to take care of the Mistress and not let her out of her yard. He also invited a doctor to see her. However, the doctor said that it will be difficult for the Mistress to recover from this condition. "
Anyang Bo just asked someone to inform Jiang Lin and had no other intention.
After Jiang Lin heard this, he asked the servant of Anyang Bofu to go back. Although he felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Qiuru being crazy, it was none of his business. To him, it was better that Zhao Qiuru was crazy.
Jiang Lin didn't take this matter to heart. After breakfast, he took the whole family to watch opera and go shopping. On the first day of the new year, he didn't have to go to visit relatives to pay New Year's greetings, so he naturally wanted to have a good day.
As a result, when he returned to Anyang Bofu on the second day of the New Year, Jiang Lin realized that he really couldn't help but take Zhao Qiuru's madness to heart.
Just as he pushed Wei Yunzhao's wheelchair into the gate of Anyang Bofu, someone suddenly rushed out and waved his fist at him, "Jiang Lin, you beast, you hurt my mother, I'm going to kill you!"
Jiang Lin reflexively kicked the person away. When the person was lying on the ground, Jiang Lin could see clearly who it was, Jiang Hui, Zhao Qiuru's youngest son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
This person snatched the original owner's qualification to be a student of the Imperial Academy. The Imperial Academy was the best academy in Dayue. Half of the people who could study there had a good father, and the other half were good at reading.
For officials of the fourth rank and above, their family had a quota to enter the academy, so they could recommend one person directly. If there were many sons in a family and they all wanted to enter the Imperial Academy, they could only rely on their own abilities to get in. If they failed, they could go to other academies or hire a teacher to tutor them at home.
For children of wealthy families, studying was easy, but entering the Imperial College could represent their status and the importance their families attached to them, and it also represented their status in the hearts of other children of officials.
The original owner was the eldest young master, but he couldn't attend school. Jiang Zhen had already snatched away his chance to be the prince's companion, so the quota to enter the imperial academy should be his. But Zhao Qiuru was good at swaying Anyang Bo through pillow talk, and she also kept praising the original owner for his ability to study and said that he would be able to pass the exam on his own. In the end, the quota was given to Jiang Hui.
The original owner had been ridiculed for a long time. The few dandies who had been around him saw that he was not taken seriously by Anyang Bo, so they turned to fawning over Jiang Hui. Only Zhou Chengwang and Du Yuling had a true friendship with the original owner. Not only did they not dislike him, they even accompanied the original owner to study in another academy for a period of time.
However, the three of them were bad students. They couldn't continue studying for a long time, so they dropped out of academy and continued with their silk clothes.
[纨绔 wán kù: lit. silk clothes; fig. son of rich family]
However, the fact that Jiang Hui was given the quota to enter the Imperial Academy was a big blow to the original owner. This was also the reason why he used seducing men to attract his father's attention.
And Jiang Hui also made a lot of frigid irony and scorching satire about the original owner because he got this quota.
[冷嘲热讽 lěng cháo rè fěng: lit. frigid irony and scorching satire (idiom); to mock and ridicule]
Everyone in Anyang Bofu had hurt the original owner to some extent, and Jiang Lin always remembered it.
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