So Su Mu could only make excuses to slip away.
"Alright then, you go attend to your matters first. Tonight, I'll definitely make Jiyue come apologize to you in person." Yan Zhujun said.
Su Mu nodded. Fine, you keep acting. She had urgent matters to attend to.
"Zhujun, I feel the young mistress was a bit off today." Ling Jing whispered in Yan Zhujun's ear.
Yan Zhujun no longer disguised the false kindness in his eyes: "Perhaps it's because that Hua Lu offended her. After all, even someone with a good temper is still a woman."
Ling Jing nodded and advised: "We can't push her too hard. We should ease up a bit during this time."
The disrespectful attitude of the Yan family servants towards Su Mu was actually instructed and permitted by Yan Zhujun.
The servants' attitude was like slaps to Su Mu's face, crushing her self-esteem to the bottom. And Yan Zhujun was the one giving her dignity, helping her rebuild her confidence like a sweet date.
Only in this way would Su Mu be more grateful to the Zhujun.
Yan Zhujun nodded: "When you go back, tell those people to restrain themselves a bit during this period."
"Yes." Ling Jing paused for a moment, then asked: "Shall we still go to the young master's place?"
Yan Zhujun looked at the blooming lotus flowers in Hantan courtyard and nodded: "Since we're here, let's go take a look."
Although Yan Zhujun deliberately suppressed Su Mu, it was to prevent the married-in spouse's ambitions from inflating and eventually turning against her master.
But he also sincerely wanted Yan Jiyue and Su Mu to be a loving couple.
After all, when he initially chose Su Mu, he had seriously examined her character. Not just any woman could marry into the Yan family.
Apart from being an orphan, Su Mu was young, and her looks were first-rate, no worse than that second young lady of the Shen family.
Moreover, Su Mu was reliable in character and faithful in temperament. In the half year she had been in the Yan family, there had never been any incidents of her flirting with the servants in the household. This was extremely rare in women, after all, there were no women who weren't fickle.
Of course, the most important thing was for Yan Jiyue to quickly give birth to a daughter. With a granddaughter, the Yan family's property could be completely in his hands.
By then, Su Mu's existence would no longer be important.
When Yan Zhujun walked into Yan Jiyue's room, Yan Jiyue was copying poetry at his desk. The fragrance of lotus mixed with the scent of ink was indescribably elegant.
Yan Zhujun's eyes darkened: "Just know how to copy these useless things."
Yan Jiyue finally stopped writing and looked up: "This is not useless at all. This 'Water Melody' is a poem written by the second young lady of the Shen family. Do you know that this poem shocked the entire city?"
Yan Zhujun couldn't be bothered with him and questioned: "I ask you, why haven't you shared a room with Su Mu after all this time?"
Yan Jiyue's eyes were arrogant: "Did she complain to you? Becoming a master, she only knows how to play the game of tattling on servants."
Yan Zhujun shook his head helplessly: "Don't be prejudiced against Su Mu. You've been married to her for half a month already. You can't continue to be willful like this. You should share a room with her as soon as possible."
Upon hearing the words "share a room", Yan Jiyue threw his brush on the table with a bang and stood up abruptly. His slender eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment: "Why should I share a room with Su Mu? Letting her marry into our family to keep the Yan family property is already my biggest compromise. Sharing a room is absolutely impossible."
"If you don't share a room with Su Mu, who do you want to share a room with? Shen Yuxue? Shameless." Yan Zhujun said angrily.
Yan Jiyue clenched his fists tightly, his eyes suppressing hatred. He only admired Shen Yuxue's talent, but hearing his father humiliate him like this, he said defiantly: "Yes, I just like Shen Yuxue. She has good literary talent and a good personality, unlike Su Mu, who's just a block of wood."
"You—" Yan Zhujun was so angry that smoke seemed to come out of his head. He sat down in a chair, supported by Ling Jing, and it took a long time for him to calm down.
"You think Su Mu is a block of wood?" Yan Zhujun asked angrily.
Yan Jiyue frowned: "What else?"
Yan Zhujun laughed in extreme anger: "Right, you don't like Su Mu because she's dull. You just like women like Shen Yuxue who are all talk."
"Father, what do you mean?" Yan Jiyue's beautiful brows furrowed tightly.
"You really think Su Mu has a dull personality? You just haven't seen her talking eloquently and confidently with others outside. She respects you, she knows you don't like her, so she treats you courteously and doesn't want to force you, let alone take liberties with you. And you?" Yan Zhujun's heart ached from Yan Jiyue's words.
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