Chapter Ninety-Three: The Man at the Jewelry Store

It seems that no matter the era, men have always found it most troublesome to go shopping with women. Most men fail to understand why women have such boundless enthusiasm for shopping. Yet Yang Lian, having lived two lives, had grown accustomed to it in his previous life and thus no longer minded it in this one.

In late summer, Jinling was already touched by the faintest breath of autumn; a few leaves had begun to wither and occasionally drifted down on the breeze. The streets buzzed with liveliness, lined on both sides with countless stalls selling all manner of food, toys, and everyday goods, much like the bustling evening markets of future times.

Today, the Princess of Huairou appeared far more refined than usual, dressed in a ruqun—a traditional skirt and jacket ensemble—with a finely crafted jade hairpin adorning her head, lending her an air of gentle ladylike grace. She followed slowly, keeping half a step behind Yang Lian.

“Princess, are you feeling unwell? Or perhaps your legs hurt?” Yang Lian asked with some curiosity; the Princess of Huairou seemed preoccupied today.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then…” Yang Lian began, but before he could finish, the princess’s eyes flashed sharply. “Let’s go. There’s no time for such idle chatter.”

That was truly the Princess of Huairou, Yang Lian thought, quickening his pace. Yet he soon noticed she still walked somewhat slowly, so he slowed down again, accompanying her leisurely through the streets.

Along the banks of the Qinhuai River during the Southern Tang period, a famed commercial district had already taken shape. Thanks to convenient transport, a prosperous thoroughfare had formed. The two chatted intermittently, exchanging amusing anecdotes. Yang Lian, adept at telling jokes, elicited from the princess laughter as clear as bells. Together, they made a curious sight: one tall and broad, the other petite and delicate, strolling side by side.

Arriving at the busiest street, the princess felt dazzled by the dazzling array of sights. Her attention was soon caught by a jewelry shop of considerable size, decorated in a style reminiscent of the nomads from the northwest. Approaching, they saw the shopkeeper: a man with high brows and deep-set eyes, his irises a striking blue—undoubtedly a Hu individual from the northwest.

Noticing their elegant attire, the Hu man immediately recognized their elevated status. Wearing a broad smile, he stepped forward and spoke fluent Chinese: “Honored guests, my humble shop specializes in Western-style goods. Whether hairpins, bracelets, or necklaces, all are exquisite and rare treasures. Young sir, these fine items are both beautiful and affordable—perfect gifts for one’s wife. Ah, I recall recently receiving a few pieces that would suit a young lady perfectly. Please, take a look.”

After this lengthy speech, he paid no heed to Yang Lian’s response and busied himself rummaging behind the counter.

The Princess of Huairou lowered her gaze slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink. What nonsense was this man spouting? It was truly embarrassing.

Clearing his throat, Yang Lian smiled. “Princess, I’ll go have a look.”

She tiptoed slightly, barely audible, “Mm.”

Yang Lian moved forward, genuinely considering purchasing a few items—not out of romantic intent, but because women always needed to be appeased. Zeng Yiling was his partner with a shared goal, and she had contributed much to bringing down Han Xizai; whether as an ally or friend, a gift was warranted.

Then there was Mi Shiwei, his lifesaver and martial arts instructor, though Yang Lian had never been particularly friendly to her. At first, he had even been somewhat rude, for he trusted very few people in those days and had no choice but to be guarded.

Zhou Ehuang was another. The last time she had given him a lucky charm, and the thoughtfulness alone compelled Yang Lian to reciprocate with bracelets or hairpins.

As he pondered these things, he paid no mind to the nature of his relationship with the Princess of Huairou. Perhaps it was because she was so young that he had never seriously considered it.

Standing by the counter, he surveyed the assorted items categorized neatly as the Hu man had said. Thinking of the charming Zeng Yiling, the intellectual Zhou Ehuang, and the heroic Mi Shiwei, he contemplated his selections.

Just then, a pale-faced, portly man approached the princess and bowed. “Greetings, young lady. I pay my respects.”

The princess’s heart fluttered. Her feelings toward Yang Lian were complicated and sometimes confusing, but one thing was certain: being with him gave her a profound sense of security, a rare dependence no one else could inspire.

Lost in thought, she was startled as a man suddenly appeared beside her. She raised her rosy face to meet him. He was short—at least half a head shorter than Yang Lian—and stout, his pale skin giving an odd impression. How could a man be so white?

His eyes darted greedily as he appraised her expression, which displeased her greatly. Frowning, she said coldly, “Go away.”

“Oh? The young lady has quite a temper, but I like that,” the man said, leering. Coming to Jinling, he hadn’t expected to encounter such a beauty and found himself stirred.

The princess snorted disdainfully and said nothing more, turning to leave. Though headstrong, she was also sensible; without attendants nearby and facing a robust man, she wouldn’t dare provoke him. Besides, with Yang Lian present, he was her first thought to seek help.

Looking up, she found Yang Lian nowhere in sight. Her heart tightened with anxiety.

The man smiled faintly, stepping forward to block her path. “Young lady, do you truly dislike me so much? Why leave after only a few words? Is this how people in Jinling treat their guests?”

The princess hesitated. This man was not from Jinling—no wonder. “Step aside, or you’ll regret it.”

To maintain her ladylike demeanor, she carried nothing with her; otherwise, she would have whipped him with a pair of leather whips to teach him a lesson.

“Good, I like your spirit,” the man laughed slyly, still grinning.

Her face darkened. Who was this man, daring to openly harass a woman beneath the emperor’s gaze? Did he have no fear of death? With a cold snort, she turned to leave, but he shamelessly stood in her way, clinging persistently.

Panic rose within her; she had never encountered such a man. He laughed arrogantly and reached out to grope her—but suddenly found his arm frozen in place. A strong hand gripped his wrist tightly, causing him to wince in pain.

Turning around, he saw a tall young man bearing a knife scar on his face, looking at him coldly.

“Let go of me. Do you know who I am?” the man threatened.

“I don’t care who you are. No one causes trouble here!” The newcomer was none other than Yang Lian. Having just purchased some bracelets and jade hairpins, he returned to witness this scene. Even if the princess had not been with him, Yang Lian would never tolerate such blatant harassment in a shop. He stepped forward and firmly grasped the man’s hand.

Frowning, the man swung his other hand to strike Yang Lian, but Yang Lian did not wait for him to act first. Releasing the wrist, he seized the fingers and wrenched them hard, causing the man to cry out in pain as if his joints might break.

Yang Lian increased the pressure slowly, amplifying the man’s torment. The man’s body twisted with the grip; sweat poured from his brow, his face contorted in agony.

“So formidable, yet turns out to be a good-for-nothing!” Yang Lian said coolly.

The princess, overjoyed at Yang Lian’s arrival and seeing the man in pain, seized the moment for revenge. Lifting her skirt, she extended her fair leg and kicked the man fiercely. “You lecherous scoundrel, rot in hell! Take that, take that!”

Her kicks were strong and unrelenting. The man staggered under the blows, nearly falling. Yang Lian released his grasp and delivered a hard kick to the man’s backside. “Get lost, now!”

Covered in footprints, the man fell to the ground miserably. He scrambled up quickly, glaring fiercely at Yang Lian, then at the princess. “You’ll pay for this!” With that, he fled in haste.

The princess huffed angrily. “Yang Lian, catch him!”

Seeing the man disappear into the distance, Yang Lian waved off the suggestion with a smile. “He’s just a spoiled son of a noble family. No need to bother ourselves and spoil our mood.” Yang Lian guessed the man was a local playboy who thought the princess’s beauty an invitation.

The princess tilted her head thoughtfully. “That’s true. We mustn’t let him ruin our mood.”

Yang Lian smiled slightly and pulled a bracelet from his bosom, handing it to the princess. “This jade bangle is quite fine. It would look beautiful on you. Try it on.”

She paused, then saw the bracelet’s flawless white sheen, its smooth and cool texture, and the subtle nomadic design. Pleased, she quickly slipped it onto her wrist and smiled. “It’s very nice. Looks good.”

“As long as you like it,” Yang Lian said, leading her out of the jewelry shop to continue their leisurely stroll along the Qinhuai River.

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