Chapter 1112 – In This World, I Want 100% (Part 11)
“Brother Feng really is a good brother.”
With Feng Yi’s comforting words, Changsheng’s gloomy mood lightened significantly.
It seemed those gossiping maids needed a little discipline; they shouldn’t just talk about whatever comes to mind.
Thinking this, she suddenly recalled a certain maid’s idle chatter.
That maid had been in the residence for half a year and was now thirteen years old.
Some maids and servants thought Changsheng was still young, so they would chat about intimate topics while she napped.
At first, they only discussed young talents, but after two years, they occasionally mentioned Feng Yi, who visited often.
“If only I could catch Young Master Feng’s eye, maybe I could get a noble title someday—”
“Get real! A noble title? You can’t even be a concubine!”
“Why not? Young Master Feng has no legitimate mother to guide him; he knows nothing. If I could get ahead—”
“Dream on, you little fool!”
Lost in her thoughts, Changsheng accidentally scribbled something wrong again.
“Changsheng, what are you daydreaming about?”
Snapped back to reality, Changsheng grinned, “Thinking about Young Master Feng’s concubine!”
Feng Yi’s grip tightened, and the pen made a big ink splatter on the paper, ruining nearly half a page of writing.
“What concubine—where did you learn that?”
Changsheng, confused and unaware of Feng Yi’s irritation, didn’t understand.
Feng Jin’s backyard was quite tidy; not even a favored maid or concubine was around.
She didn’t know what a concubine was but guessed from the maids’ tones that it must be something nice?
“The girls said so; they said they’d be concubines for Young Master Feng.”
Feng Yi slammed the pen down, ink splattering everywhere, ruining the work he had just completed.
“A few lowly maids think they are worthy of dreaming like that?”
Feng Yi’s weak face turned red with anger, making Changsheng freeze in place and instinctively shrink her neck.
Seeing Changsheng scared, he softened his expression, “Concubine means an unnamed concubine.”
Saying “concubine,” Changsheng understood—it had been mentioned in books.
Her brow furrowed with curiosity, “How strange, why would anyone want to be a concubine?”
Feng Yi couldn’t answer that one either.
However, he felt that the gossiping maids surrounding Changsheng needed to be dealt with. Talking nonsense was one thing, but spreading it to Changsheng was completely unacceptable.
At her young age, she was still eager to learn; if their words affected her character, could they bear the consequences?
Feng Yi’s aura grew heavy, and Changsheng didn’t dare provoke him.
For the next half an hour, she focused hard on copying text, barely finishing two pages.
As soon as she was done, a maid reported that her mother had returned from the administrative office. Feng Yi put down his pen and tidied his appearance to greet Wei Jingxian.
With the little troublesome star gone, she breathed a sigh of relief, plopping down in her seat and massaging her tired legs from squatting.
“Talk about a sudden storm—” Changsheng mumbled, “Everything was fine just now, then suddenly he gets all worked up.”
Wei Jingxian was asking the steward about the children’s well-being when the maid announced Feng Yi’s arrival.
“Let him in.”
Wei Jingxian smiled and asked Feng Yi why he had come. She, like her husband Feng Jin, liked this junior a lot; not only because he was precocious and well-behaved, but also because he treated Changsheng very well, always enjoying bringing her along and making up for the parents’ busy schedules.
Feng Yi hesitated, then quietly suggested to Wei Jingxian that she should deal with the gossiping maids and servants that attended to Changsheng.
“What did they do wrong?” Wei Jingxian asked.
Feng Yi awkwardly explained the situation and added, “Changsheng is still young and easily influenced by the outside world. She has been distracted lately, and I suspect these maids have been saying something in front of her that confused her—”
He spoke vaguely, but Wei Jingxian picked up on the subtext.
Though she had been smiling, her expression darkened completely, her right hand gripping the armrest of the table unconsciously tighter.
That evening, Wei Jingxian decisively dealt with a few maids, making quite a stir that caught Feng Jin’s attention.
She informed Feng Jin about the incident, and he fell silent for quite a while.
“What are you thinking?” Wei Jingxian asked.
“Thinking about Changsheng,” Feng Jin replied, “It’s hard to believe the little baby in swaddling blankets is now this big. When I think about her reaching marriageable age, I feel uneasy. I worry she might marry the wrong person and suffer in her new family…”
Wei Jingxian twitched her mouth and couldn’t help but remind Feng Jin.
“How old is Changsheng? She has a long way to go before marrying.”
“Any time is too soon—”
Feng Jin’s face was stern; he had been avoiding this issue, but wasn’t he just deceiving himself?
Rather than wait until Changsheng reached marriageable age to consider this, it was better to start picking suitable candidates now; this way, he’d have the time, and he could vet them strictly.
If he waited too long, all the good prospects would be taken, leaving only the undesirable ones.
Wei Jingxian could only shake her head in exasperation, letting Feng Jin wallow in futile worries.
After a while, he tentatively asked, “Jingxian, what do you think about Sun Wen’s Sun Lan? She’s soft-spoken and kind, seems nice.”
The key point was that she was about the same age as Changsheng.
Being pampered by him, Changsheng was slightly spoiled, and a soft-spoken girl like Sun Lan might be a good match.
“Sun Lan is nice, but maybe too soft-spoken?”
Wei Jingxian recalled Sun Lan’s appearance; she was too shy, as though raised sheltered like a delicate flower.
Feng Jin pondered and then suggested another candidate, “Cui Yu, the head of the Cui family in Chongzhou, also has a nice son, although his family status is a bit lower. I saw him at Golden Scales Academy a few days ago and he seemed fine. But—Cui family has a very commercial vibe; I’m not fond of that.”
Feng Jin racked his brain for options, mostly from well-known clans within Dongqing, but the more he thought, the more shortcomings he found.
Frustrated, Wei Jingxian said, “No matter how good these candidates are, they can’t compare to Feng Yi.”
Feng Jin’s expression froze.
“But that Feng Yi—”
Feng Yi was recognized as excellent, but his father was notoriously carefree; any family would have to think hard about marrying into them.
Though Feng Jin could tolerate Feng Zhen’s carefree nature for political reasons, it was another story if they were to be related by marriage.
“I really need to think this through.”
Based on Jiang Pengji’s current wealth, a promotion with titles in the next few years and becoming a king were practically guarantees.
As long as the next generation didn’t make major mistakes, maintaining their foundation wouldn’t be a problem.
As a future leader, Feng Yi’s status and prospects weren’t likely to be inferior.
Considering his guess at Jiang Pengji’s intentions, the lord was determined to eliminate the old aristocracy and promote the humble and the common—under such a policy, Feng Yi’s humble origins wouldn’t be a drawback, especially given his care for Changsheng—he seemed like a promising candidate for a husband?
Lost deep in thought all night, the more Feng Jin weighed it, the more tangled it became.
Wei Jingxian sighed helplessly.
When it came to Changsheng, Feng Jin’s intelligence seemed to drop dramatically, hovering around the passing mark.
He was already fretting about things that were light-years away from now, and hadn’t even started making any decisions yet.
Wei Jingxian got up to wash up and went to the administrative office for her duties, oblivious to the fact that Feng Jin had done something.
He thought maybe he could test Feng Zhen’s opinions, seeing if his son could become their son-in-law.
Feng Zhen: “…”
Stunned!!! ∑(?Д?ノ)ノ
