After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

According to Xiao Cui, Zang Ke was not in the mansion very much on weekdays. When he returned to the mansion, apart from dealing with the affairs of the territory, he spent the rest of the time with Mrs. You, basically not caring about the affairs of the mansion. As long as nothing big happened, he didn’t care, so there was no need to worry about him continuing to pay attention to An Yun after giving An Yun to Zang Ya.

Mrs. You usually took care of the affairs of the mansion, but she didn’t take care of much. After all, there were few people in the mansion and there were few things to do. There was a housekeeper for most things. She only needed to check the accounts.

Apart from that, she didn’t seem to care much about her husband and son. Therefore, as long as there was no big fuss, Mrs. You would not interfere with An Yun’s affairs.

As for Old Madam Zang, she seemed to have made an agreement with Zang Ke in the early years not to interfere in the affairs of the mansion. Likewise, as long as he didn’t bump into her, she wouldn’t care.

Only regarding Zang Ya, when he saw the housekeeper’s attitude toward him that day, An Yun had vaguely guessed that his status in this mansion must have been unusual, but An Yun id not expect that it would so unusual.

An Yun summed it up.

Zang Ya’s status in this mansion was equivalent to Jia Baoyu’s status in Jia Mansion, but even Jia Baoyu had a father above him to discipline him.

But in this mansion, An Yun didn’t know whether it was because Zang Ya was the only heir or something happened. Not only the old lady in the mansion protected him like her own heart, but his father also indulged him.

And Zang Ya’s character was a bit like a combination of the dull overlord and the rest of the playboys of the Jia family.

In addition, Zang Ya was a natural martial arts prodigy and had the blessing of status. Not only no one in this house dared to disobey him, but also few people in the land managed by his father dared to go against him.

Zang Ya’s identity was there, so no matter what he had done, no one stood up to restrain him, so he could do anything he wanted.

Therefore, he could watch the old farmer cultivate under the scorching sun for a day, and when the farmer was so tired that he was about to collapse, he could give him a cow at will.

He could also meet someone he didn’t like on the street, beat them to near death, then send them home, and mock them in front of their family.

Based on the examples Xiao Cui gave, An Yun felt that this young master’s temperament was more like the ‘evil son’ he had read about in miscellaneous books before. He did not distinguish between good and evil; he acted solely according to his whims.

Even though he knew what was good and evil, he didn’t care. He simply did what he wanted to do. Whether it was good or evil, achievable or not, depended solely on his desires.

As for why Zang Ya did what he did, An Yun couldn’t tell for the time being. After all, he had only seen one side of him.

All An Yun knew for now was that he was under Zang Ya’s protection. As long as Zang Ya didn’t dislike him or indicate he should leave, he could continue recuperating in this mansion.

What surprised An Yun was that the house he stayed in was actually in Zang Ya’s courtyard. He could see Zang Ya’s residence by climbing over a courtyard wall.

In fact, An Yun’s three meals a day and his medicine were all prepared in Zang Ya’s small kitchen, and Xiao Cui was also the maid who tended the fire in that kitchen.

An Yun was a little surprised. After all, the place he lived in now could be considered a small courtyard at least. But when he compared it to the grand mansions he had seen in his previous life, he realized he might be making a big deal out of it.

Turning away, An Yun considered his current situation. If he stopped taking the medicine, he would likely die slowly. He had no money and no freedom in the mansion. His survival depended entirely on others.

So, his immediate goals were clear: [take care of himself, please Zang Ya, expand his sphere of influence, find ways to earn money, and seek an opportunity to leave.]

An Yun reviewed his plan and felt reasonably satisfied. As long as he could survive, life would gradually improve.

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Zang Ya left the mansion early in the morning and headed to the hunting grounds in the suburbs.

After shooting an arrow, his bow failed. The deer panicked and quickly vanished into the forest.

Zang Ya frowned, set down his bow and arrow, tossed them to the attendant beside him, and rode back to the resting area.

Dismounting, he entered through the curtain, found his seat, poured a cup of tea, and drank it.

Song Lin, from the Song family, who had opted not to join him on the hunt and was resting half-reclined on a soft bed, was startled to see Zang Ya return so soon.

In the past, Zang Ya wouldn’t return unless he had a load of prey on his horse.

Thinking of this, Song Lin regarded Zang Ya with newfound caution and spoke with a softer tone, “Why did you return so early today?”

Hearing this, Zang Ya turned to look at him and rarely explained, “It’s just I suddenly didn’t feel like hunting today.”

After saying this, Zang Ya felt a little frustrated. He had clearly aimed at the deer, but when the deer turned back and looked at him in panic, he didn’t know why he suddenly thought of that shuanger and instantly lost interest in shooting it, so he let it run away.

Realizing what he had done, Zang Ya also lost interest in continuing the hunt.

Song Lin, surprised that Zang Ya would respond to him today, became bolder and continued to ask, “But what troublesome thing happened?”

Zang Ya heard this, turned to stare at Song Lin who was speaking.

Song Lin’s hair was standing on end as Zang Ya glared at him. He secretly regretted why he had asked that question just now, then he heard Zang Ya slowly spoke, “I want to ask you something. Do you have any experience about caring for an expensive and fragile pet that looks like it could be killed with one slap?”