Chapter 855 – Its My Turn to Talk (1/2)

Chapter 855 – It's My Turn to Talk

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

All of Wenshui City was stunned at the question.

It was completely silent outside the ancestral hall, as still as a graveyard.

After a moment, one person finally woke from their daze.

Madam Tang suppressed the fear in her eyes and swiftly walked up to him, raising her hand to slap him.

Would a resounding slap perhaps alleviate the Old Master's anger once he heard about this matter?

Madam Tang thought this way. Gritting her teeth, she struck. Not wanting her blow to be soft out of regret and thus cause people to find problems with it, she used an incredible amount of strength.

Tang Thirty-Six smiled at her, but did not avoid it.

A slap rang out as Madam Tang's palm landed on Tang Thirty-Six's face.

Tang Thirty-Six's left cheek swiftly reddened, but because he had not washed his face for many days, the layers of filth made it seem far from striking.

But he was still smiling, a sincere smile that was not the least bit forced or emotionless.

Madam Tang froze. Her voice tinged with remorse and reproach, she said, ”Why didn't you avoid it?”

”The child has been unfilial. I've concerned Mother for this half a year, and I could not stand by Father's bed. I should be slapped.”

Tang Thirty-Six hugged his mother and whispered, ”Mother, go home first and wait for me. I still have some things to do.”

Finally meeting after half a year, Madam Tang was quite unwilling. However, she knew that the Pope was at the old estate and what her son needed to do was undoubtedly important, so she could not stop him.

”At least go home to take a bath and eat something. I've already had the kitchen prepare your favorite egg fried rice.”

Madam Tang looked at his clearly thinner face and said in heartache.

”Even though I was imprisoned in the ancestral hall for half a year, no one dared to short me any food or drink. Even if I'm hungry, your son has gotten used to the food from the old estate's kitchen.”

Tang Thirty-Six looked into his mother's eyes and smiled. ”Once I thoroughly finish with my business, everyone will have it much easier.”

Saying this, he looked at the crowd on the street.

The chief branch's stewards, managers, and several dozen servant girls were all smiles.

As for those personal maids and grannies that had been at his side for many years, they were already crying tears of happiness.

”What are you crying for? Do you really think that I'm made of water?”

He looked at those maids and said, ”Better to quickly arrange a bath for your young master.”

This order caused those managers and stewards to recall that sight that would often take place in Wenshui City many years ago.

Could this sight really reappear today? The expressions on their faces became extremely splendid.

The maids gave their assent in unison, and the servants who had become accustomed to this matter took out ten-some expensive rolls of fabric in various colors from the carriage. They also took out several different types of wooden sticks, and in a short time, using curtains of cloth, they had finished partitioning a space several zhang in radius in front of the ancestral hall.

Those extremely capable servant women brusquely knocked, or perhaps smashed, their way into a neighboring store, removing from the workshop in the rear all the hot water being prepared there. The maids had long since taken out a wooden cask and several washing implements from the carriage and were now hurriedly bringing it all into the curtained area.

Tang Thirty-Six had already walked into the curtains and taken off all his clothes.

Steam billowed, the silhouettes of people could be faintly made out through the curtains, and the sloshing of water could be heard loud and clear.

The young girls of the city blushed and turned around, but they also couldn't help but turn back and sneak a glance from time to time.

Madam Tang somewhat helplessly sighed, but her face had a relieved expression.

Those managers, stewards, and spectating populace were at first speechless from shock, but they all began to laugh.

It truly had been many years since such a sight had been seen in Wenshui City.

In a short while, the curtains were taken down.

The thin and haggard young man of disheveled hair and dirty face was now an elegant and noble princeling.

The eyes of the girls on the street were incomparably bright.

A maid came forward, her hands holding a sword. Carefully, she tied it to his waist.