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Chapter 228 As Expected, Yang Zhaozhao Brings Humiliation Upon Herself

Marquis Anyang straightened his clothes before heading towards Su Wanniang's courtyard. His expression was not good throughout the journey.

As he stepped into Lanxin Courtyard, Su Wanniang had already prepared tea and was waiting for him. Upon seeing him enter, Su Wanniang gave a slight bow and smiled faintly.

"Your Excellency has arrived. Please have a seat."

Marquis Anyang did not immediately take a seat, but stood there, looking down at Su Wanniang.

"What urgent matter requires you to disturb me at this time?"

Su Wanniang sensed the displeasure in his tone, but remained calm and composed. She simply poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

"My lord, please don't be angry. I know you're busy. It's just some family matters, and I'd like to ask you for your advice."

Marquis Anyang accepted the tea, his face remaining cold.

"Zhao Zhao just came to me crying, saying that you embarrassed her in front of everyone and scolded her for being immature. Is that true?"

Su Wan Niang's eyes were deep and unfathomable. She then sighed softly, "My lord, I really didn't expect that Consort Yang would misinterpret my meaning in this way."

"Oh? Then tell me, what exactly happened?" Marquis Anyang raised an eyebrow, his tone softening somewhat, but still carrying a hint of accusation.

Su Wanniang sat down unhurriedly and explained softly, "It's like this. Chengyan getting into high school is a joyous occasion, so we thought we'd hold a celebration banquet to make it more lively."

"This is my first time organizing a banquet, so I called all the women in my family together to discuss and ask them for help. Aunt Yang said she didn't know how to organize a banquet. I understand that she is young and inexperienced, so I thought she could learn more during the preparation period. But she seems to have misunderstood me."

Su Wanniang spoke softly, looking calmly at Marquis Anyang: "I was just saying that if she really didn't know how, she should learn more in the courtyard first, and not come out and make a mess. My intention was to prevent her from feeling too much pressure, but I didn't expect her to take it to heart like this."

Marquis Anyang frowned, still somewhat doubtful: "If that's the case, why did she come to me crying?"

Su Wanniang picked up her teacup and took a sip, her expression slightly helpless: "My lord, there are so many people in our mansion. If everyone suspects each other, how can I, as the mistress of the house, do my job? Besides, Concubine Yang is still so young, it's inevitable that she's a bit spoiled."

She paused, then her tone softened further: "It's my fault, really. I probably didn't speak carefully enough, which caused her to misunderstand. I'll go to her courtyard myself tomorrow and give her an explanation."

Hearing this, the anger in Marquis Anyang's heart gradually dissipated. "You are the mistress of the house, and Zhaozhao is just a concubine. There is no need for you to apologize to her. Since it is a misunderstanding, let's leave it at that."

Su Wanniang sipped her tea, having anticipated this outcome. "My lord."

She changed the subject at the right moment, "I invited you here today to have you look at the guest list for the celebration banquet. After all, this concerns the Third Young Master's future career, and I dare not make decisions on my own."

As she spoke, she took out a list from her sleeve and respectfully handed it over with both hands.

Marquis Anyang took the list, glanced at it briefly, and nodded to himself in approval.

As expected of the eldest daughter of the Su family, she is meticulous and thorough in everything she does...

"This list is quite good," Marquis Anyang said, clearly satisfied. "At your age, it is truly remarkable that you can manage the household so well."

Upon hearing this, a hint of pride flashed in Su Wanniang's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and responded with humility: "You flatter me, Lord Marquis. It is only what I should do. Although I am about the same age as Aunt Yang, I have been learning to manage household affairs at home and have accumulated some experience."

Marquis Anyang glanced at her, seemingly only then remembering that Su Wanniang was just over ten years old, not much different from Yang Zhaozhao. Both were at the blossoming age of youth.

One was a mature and composed matriarch, exuding confidence and poise; the other was delicate and innocent, her every move revealing the naivety and charm of a young girl. This stark contrast left him momentarily bewildered.

"Go ahead and handle the celebration banquet. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

She looked at Marquis Anyang thoughtfully, her tone calm yet full of meaning: "My lord, with so many people in our household, if everyone were like Concubine Yang, always crying and complaining, wouldn't the household be in chaos every day?"

"I will not hold it against her, but I hope that Your Excellency can see the truth clearly."

Marquis Anyang remained silent for a moment, then his brows relaxed.

“You’re right. Zhao Zhao,” Marquis Anyang pondered for a moment, “I’ve spoiled her too much, making her disrespectful and bringing up trivial matters to me, almost causing a rift between us as husband and wife.”

Marquis Anyang sighed softly, "Punish her by confining her to her quarters for half a month and having her copy the 'Rules for Women' to calm her mind."

"Your Excellency is wise." Su Wanniang nodded with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow to signal Granny Sun to do as she was told.

They then discussed other arrangements for the banquet.

After discussing it for a while, Marquis Anyang's mood had completely improved, and he was even quite satisfied with Su Wanniang's thoughtful arrangements.

"My lord, my lady, dinner is ready."

"Hmm, I'm hungry too..."

the other side

Yang Zhaozhao sat in the study, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the door.

The Marquis of Anyang had been gone for some time, and she had thought he would be back soon, but she never expected that the wait would be so long.

"That old man has been gone for so long, could he have been taken advantage of by that woman?" Yang Zhaozhao wondered to herself, her brows furrowing slightly.

Just as she was pondering, footsteps sounded outside the door. Yang Zhaozhao immediately exposed her bare shoulders, composed herself, and put on a pitiful look.

However, it was not Marquis Anyang who pushed open the door, but Granny Sun with two maids.

“Aunt Yang,” Granny Sun stood expressionlessly at the door, her gaze sweeping coldly over Yang Zhaozhao’s slightly disheveled clothes, her tone tinged with contempt, “The Marquis has ordered that you be confined to your quarters for half a month to copy the ‘Rules for Women’ to calm your mind.”

Yang Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed drastically. "What?"

She jumped to her feet, unable to believe her ears. "Where is the Marquis? I need to see the Marquis!"

Granny Sun sneered, "The Marquis is having dinner with his wife and has sent this old servant to deliver a message. Concubine Yang, please pack your things and come back with us."

Yang Zhaozhao trembled with rage. She never imagined things would develop this way. Just moments ago, the Marquis of Anyang had shown her such affection, but in the blink of an eye, he had sentenced her to confinement.

“Aunt Yang, please straighten your clothes first.” Granny Su’s gaze was pointed at the open collar of Yang Zhaozhao’s clothes. “Although you are born of a concubine, now that you have entered the Marquis’s mansion, you should know some manners. What kind of behavior is this, behaving like a courtesan?”

Yang Zhaozhao then realized that her clothes were disheveled, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly adjusted her collar.

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.