My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Qin Liuxi looked at the Zhang Family with curiosity, wondering how such brains managed to deceive Lv Xiaoshan into circles for years without being discovered.
They don’t seem particularly sharp.
Could it be because they’ve been cornered like a dog in a dead-end alley?
Oops, that proverb might not be used like this.
Then it must be the shock of falling from heaven straight into hell that has made them lose their intelligence, going completely offline.
“The crowd is growing; are you just going to stand here and let them spout nonsense?” Teng Zhao was a bit anxious.
Qin Liuxi turned her head and said, “Why the hurry? Watch carefully. We who pose as God Sticks, no, I mean those who dabble in the Taoist Sect, encounter many such incidents on the path of cultivation. The more you learn, the more you see through, and if you can’t keep your mouth shut to reveal the truth, many people’s fates will change. Those who benefit will thank you, while those who can’t handle it will blame, curse, and wish they could tear you apart, just like they want to do to me.”
She pointed at the Zhang Family and continued: “They blame me for ruining their peaceful and wealthy life, hating me as much as one would for cutting off their financial means or killing their parents. Look, their resentful energy could pierce the sky.”
Teng Zhao’s mouth twitched slightly. Is this really the time for teaching?
He held back and asked, “So what should you do?”
“What to do?” Feng You appeared on the rooftop at some point, his hands behind his back, watched the clowns below and said, “It depends on what mood your master is in. If she’s in a bad mood, they wouldn’t even dare to kneel before her.”
Qin Liuxi gave him a blank look and said to Teng Zhao, “Don’t listen to his nonsense; we follow the Righteous Path and must win people over with virtue.”
Got it, except when scheming!
“You don’t have to get angry with them. They dare to throw such filth because they are the ones truly committing sins of the mouth, not to mention against me,” Qin Liuxi spat out a melon seed shell with a ptui.
Feng You said, “Someone’s coming to back your master up.”
That tone, so bitterly sour.
Teng Zhao looked out and saw someone riding a horse and galloping quickly with a string of, uh, guards following.
“With him sticking his neck out for you, you might indeed become famous in Shengjing,” Feng You looked at Qin Liuxi and said, “By that time, even the Palace might take notice of you.”
The newcomer was Mu Xi; his status meant he could never keep a low profile wherever he went. Once he spoke out for Qin Liuxi, it would be difficult for her not to become famous.
“What’s there to be afraid of? I’m already preparing to return to Li City anyway.” Qin Liuxi patted the melon seed shells on her hands and stood up, saying, “But why is he everywhere? The Little Overlord shouldn’t be frequenting places of romantic dalliance, walking dogs, and teasing chickens, right? Why is he always around Jiuxuan causing a stir?”
Feng You snorted. It’s all because of the bees and butterflies you yourself attracted.
Mu Xi dismounted his horse, holding in his hand a riding whip inlaid with colorful gemstones, which emitted a dazzling array of colors under the sunlight.
“These gemstones should be set on our Grandmaster’s throne. Don’t you think so, Zhaozhao?” Qin Liuxi eyed the gemstones on Mu Xi’s whip with some covetousness, her fingers itching terribly to pick them out.
Teng Zhao’s mouth twitched, and whether it was appropriate or not, he just knew she had turned into Qian Chuanzi.
Mu Xi’s arrival, with that domineering aura of a Little Overlord, made the onlookers step back two paces, yet their eyes gleamed with even greater interest.
Everyone said that Heir Mu of Shengjing, the leading playboy, was unruly and arrogant, daring to provoke anyone. Whenever he deemed something unfair, he would intervene without regard for right or wrong. If he thought it just, he would take action, and those targeted by him could only curse their bad luck.
So, has Heir Mu come to seek justice for the Zhang Family?
Indeed, the Zhang Family and God Stick had no quarrels or grudges, yet just a few words from God Stick stirred discord between husband and wife, turning a harmonious home upside down in an instant. Anyone would be angry in such a situation.
The Zhang Family members were taken aback at the sight of Heir Mu, feeling uneasy yet somewhat hopeful. Could it be their lucky break that Heir Mu would stand up for them?
Before Mrs. Zhang could react, the fourteen-year-old Miss Zhang bit her lip, rushed forward, and knelt before Heir Mu. Lifting her small face, wet with tears like a pear blossom in the rain, she pleaded pitifully, “Princely Heir, everyone says you are just. Please, grant our Zhang Family justice.”
On the rooftop, Qin Liuxi took out another handful of sunflower seeds, savoring them as he commented, “I bet a seed that her real intention isn’t wine, but rather, she purely desires to climb up the social ladder.”
Feng Mi was speechless, wishing his ancestor would be a bit more magnanimous.
Teng Zhao glanced coldly at the affected Miss Zhang, thinking she must have a hole in her head, filled with nothing but water.
Miss Zhang suddenly rushed over, startling Mu Xi into pausing and stepping back as he warned, “What are you trying to do, you? Heads up, don’t just throw yourself at people. If you do, I’ll have to take responsibility, but don’t you wish for such luck!”
A snort of laughter escaped from the crowd.
Miss Zhang’s face turned even redder, and she felt more aggrieved. This wasn’t how she imagined the scenario would unfold.
Mu Xi gave her and the Zhang Family members a once-over, his expression darkening as he narrowed his eyes and asked, “Are you the ones after that little god for a reckoning? What’s your surname, again?”
A servant stepped forward to give a hint, “Princely Heir, the surname is Zhang. Zhang Yong, the eldest son of the Zhang Family, is the top of the Top Three. He married the daughter of the National Guardian General, Lv Tian. It seems that Zhang Yong has impregnated a maid of Miss Lv, which has led to the couple seeking a divorce.”
“Do you think I don’t know that? Move aside,” Mu Xi pushed him away, glaring at the Zhang Family, “Top Three Zhang Yong must have done some immoral deed, right? Being the top of the third tier of the imperial examination and then struck by divine retribution.”
The imperial examination has three ranks. The first is needless to mention, occupied by the top scorer, second place, and third place. The second-class rank spans from the fourth to the hundredth, granting the title of scholar. The third class has the most number of people, also granted the title of same scholar, but there’s a significant drop in status, and future promotions are limited.
Zhang Yong, if he had moved up even one spot, would have been a scholar. Even dropping a few positions, being a same scholar wouldn’t have been noticeable. But being the first of the third class put him in an awkward and discontented position – a perfect subject for gossip.
Especially now, with his marriage falling apart so publicly, it makes people think that he is cursed.
And with Mu Xi saying this so openly, it was like slapping Zhang Yong’s face repeatedly and overtly.
At the teahouse across from Jiuxuan, someone hearing this couldn’t help but shake their head.
Relying on his unique status as the sole descendant of two branches, loved by the Empress, protected by the Saint, and spoiled by his family, Mu Xi truly is unbridled and fearless. He confronts anyone he dislikes with no regard for how they or their supporters might feel.
To put it less nicely, Mu Xi is indeed a shameless playboy. But to be fair, in Shengjing, how many can live as authentically and freely as him, evoking both envy and jealousy?
Even the Prince doesn’t act as boldly as him.
And now, with his blatant face-slapping, the Zhang Family cannot even dare to get angry, let alone retaliate.