Chapter 5: Old Cheng Also Changes His Profession

Leopard Head’s heart pounded nervously as he hurriedly said, “Mr. Yang, it’s not just the young mistress who’s distressed—everyone in our main branch is losing sleep over this! With the young master gone, we all feel adrift and unsettled. I, Old Cheng, am but a rough man, skilled with spear and rod, but when it comes to thinking things through, I’m at a loss. From now on, our main branch will rely entirely on you, Mr. Yang, to make decisions!”

Yang Can shook his head. “Commander Cheng, don’t joke like that. I was merely fortunate to have saved the young master’s life once. The young master rewarded me with the status of a retainer out of gratitude. How could that compare to you, Commander Cheng, who has followed the young master for so many years and now holds the esteemed rank of captain of the main branch’s guards?”

Leopard Head rubbed his hands together awkwardly. “That’s different! Mr. Yang, you’re a scholar. With the young master gone, our main branch desperately needs someone capable of making decisions. And who else but you?”

Yang Can’s tone turned serious. “Commander Cheng, please don’t say such things again. Even if the young master is no longer here, isn’t the young mistress still around? Who else has the right to issue orders?”

Leopard Head pressed anxiously, “Mr. Yang, are you truly ignorant, or just pretending? The Yu family’s marriage alliance with the Suo family is like cats and mice in the same house—always wary of each other! When the young master was alive, the young mistress was truly the young mistress. Now that he’s gone, what is she? Less than a mere ornament!”

A sharp gleam flashed in Yang Can’s eyes as he quickly asked, “Commander Cheng, why do you say that?”

Leopard Head paused, surprised. “Mr. Yang, do you really not know?”

Yang Can asked with confusion, “Know what?”

Seeing Yang’s blank expression, Leopard Head was greatly relieved. He had feared the Suo family might have conspired with Master Yang to pin all the blame on him. The true relationship between the Suo and Yu families was far from what everyone imagined, even after the marriage alliance. If he could clarify this to Master Yang, perhaps Yang would be less inclined to side with the Suo family, reducing the chance that he would be made a scapegoat.

With this in mind, Leopard Head grabbed Yang Can’s wrist urgently. “Mr. Yang, you haven’t been with the main branch long, so you don’t know the full situation. Come with me; Old Cheng will explain everything clearly.”

Leopard Head led Yang Can to a shallow creek and kindly brought him a bowl of fragrant glutinous rice porridge and a flatbread wrapped around cured meat.

“Mr. Yang, you don’t know that between the Yu and Suo families, and even among the other six powerful clans, there’s no real closeness…” Accompanied by the gentle babble of the creek, Leopard Head began eagerly.

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The creek ran through the barren desert, its waters fed by the melting snow of distant mountains in early spring. Not far off, several maids of the Suo family were drawing water from the creek, carrying buckets uphill.

Inside the main tent on the slope, soon after Yang Can left, Suo Chanzhi returned and instructed the little maid Qingmei to have the other servants prepare bathwater.

Clear creek water was boiled and poured into the bathing tub, becoming the bathwater.

Suo Chanzhi sat in the tub, her head resting on the towel-lined rim, her face covered by a bath towel. The towel hid her face, but ironically it only drew more attention.

Qingmei was using a natural sea sponge, brought from the distant Mediterranean region by the Hu merchants, to wash Suo Chanzhi’s body.

This natural sponge was actually a primitive marine invertebrate, its skeleton made of soft fibrous proteins or minerals. It had to be hand-harvested by divers, then sun-dried, beaten, and soaked to become the soft usable product.

Even at its origin, it was a luxury item reserved for the nobility. Transported to the far East, this “scrubbing cloth” became even more precious.

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Qingmei scrubbed Suo Chanzhi’s body intermittently, her curious eyes occasionally wandering over the pale bruises on her neck and chest.

Even though Qingmei had once seen the “secret treasures,” she could not imagine exactly what had transpired between Yang Can and Suo Chanzhi.

With partial knowledge and those faint bluish bruises, her imagination conjured all sorts of strange and ambiguous scenes.

Though Suo Chanzhi’s face was hidden by the towel, she blushed faintly, her ears coloring.

Perhaps the bathwater was too hot, flushing her ears and making her breathing uneven as her chest rose and fell more heavily.

She had hurriedly stripped and slipped into the bath while Qingmei wasn’t paying attention, hoping to hide certain marks, but some traces were impossible to conceal.

Yet this little maid kept staring endlessly, almost enough to embarrass her to death.

“Have you seen enough?” Suo Chanzhi suddenly yanked off the towel covering her face, glaring red-faced at Qingmei.

“Ah! No, no, what could I see? What did I see?” Qingmei scrambled to explain, nearly dropping the sponge into the water.

“I... I’m just washing you, Miss.”

Bowing her head guiltily, Qingmei kept scrubbing Suo Chanzhi’s arm repeatedly.

“You’re going to scrub my skin raw,” Suo Chanzhi grumbled.

“Oh, oh,” Qingmei quickly moved to another spot, continuing her endless scrubbing.

Suo Chanzhi snatched the sponge away irritably. “Get out of here, sit over there.”

“Oh, oh.” Qingmei obediently ran to a bamboo stool and sat.

But she didn’t stay put long; her black eyes sneakily glanced this way and that, scanning like a spotlight.

Suo Chanzhi was helpless with Qingmei’s antics. She couldn’t treat her like an ordinary maidservant.

Qingmei was her chambermaid, and after marriage, even during conjugal moments, she could serve nearby.

If Suo Chanzhi ever faltered, Qingmei would be her first backup.

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