The Demon Lords

Chapter 1017 -

"Hmm, my lord?"

"You’re really not suited for this kind of matchmaking. Promise me, don’t force yourself like this next time."

The last time, it was Ke that A Ming brought.

A Ming nodded.

"Is there a lot of wine in the cellar?"

"So much that I can’t taste it all."

"Then cherish this opportunity."

"I will, my lord."

At this moment, He Chunlai walked in and said to Zheng Fan:

"My lord, Miss Liu Ruqing has come to deliver green bean soup."

In the middle of winter, bringing iced green bean soup indeed feels somewhat out of place.

But whether or not to drink the soup is secondary, just seeing who brings the soup is enough.

As soon as Liu Ruqing came in, A Ming and others naturally dispersed.

"Uncle, grandmother ordered me to bring this green bean soup. The soup is delivered, but the Qingfang Room here is ultimately not a warm hall. Just placing it here as a gesture is enough."

"Miss Ruqing is truly considerate."

"Uncle is teasing me."

Zheng Fan picked up a spoon and took a bite. Eating cold drinks in the winter, in his previous life, would surely give him a stomachache, but with the constitution honed in this life, it wasn’t a problem.

Liu Ruqing sat there, seemingly a bit hesitant.

"What’s the matter?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Uncle, my younger brother used to be in good health, but in recent years, he has grown weak. We’ve invited many doctors, but none have managed to help. Both the elder master and grandmother say your medical skills are exceptional, so I, I, I..."

Opening up to ask for help felt a bit forced, especially asking a stranger she was meeting for the first time. Adding to this was the oppressive aura emanating from Zheng Fan, which caused her voice to quaver slightly, and finally, in a moment of urgency, she burst out:

"Uncle~~~"

Ah!!!

Suddenly, Lord Zheng felt that the bowl of iced green bean soup before him could no longer cool him down.

"Alright, bring him over tomorrow, and I’ll have a look."

"Thank you so much, uncle~~"

"We’re family, no need to be so courteous. By the way, your grandmother also mentioned that you’ve always had issues with sluggish blood flow. I’ll take a look at you after checking your brother tomorrow, and prescribe you a couple of remedies. You’re over-worrying, leading to Qi deficiency and heart blockage. It doesn’t seem serious now, but if left unchecked, it may lead to severe illness."

"Uncle, you’re so kind."

"It’s the least I can do."

Unbeknownst to her, Liu Ruqing’s complexion began to flush, resembling a ripe fruit, exuding an alluring aroma.

On the rooftop,

A Ming sat in the middle, drinking wine.

Chen Daole and He Chunlai sat on either side of A Ming.

Chen Daole spoke: "I think when choosing a wife, one should choose virtue."

Here, virtue refers not only to kindness but also to a clean background. As a descendant of the Chen Family, even if the family has fallen on hard times, one would still maintain their pride, never marrying a widow.

"Ha..."

A Ming chuckled,

and said:

"You look down on widows?"

"No... no, it’s just that I think..."

He Chunlai spoke: "I’ve heard that widows are beneficial to our lord?"

A Ming directly replied: "It’s not about benefits; it’s a threshold."

He Chunlai and Chen Daole tactfully raised their wine glasses, choosing not to continue this topic, knowing they were newcomers, different from someone like A Ming who dared to casually joke about Lord Zheng.

Liu Ruqing had left, but her fragrance lingered.

Zheng Fan scraped the bowl with a spoon, gathering the remaining green bean soup to form the last spoonful, which he sent into his mouth.

This evening,

Lord Zheng slept quite well again.

By the following morning, Liu Ruqing arrived early, having changed into somewhat more formal attire for the day, a purple jacket paired with a white fox fur scarf, appearing both dignified and true to herself.

But because Lord Zheng had been sleeping so well at Fan Mansion these past few days,

it led to Liu Ruqing waiting for half an hour after her arrival without Lord Zheng waking up.

This made Liu Ruqing quite anxious, as large families have many rules, and schedules for women visiting their maternal homes are strictly timed.

If she waited any longer, she wouldn’t be able to leave the mansion today.

Liu Ruqing could only go to the door and call out:

"Uncle~~~"

Finally,

Lord Zheng awoke.

Zheng Fan was free to come and go in Fan Mansion. Fan Zhengwen considered him a cultured person and intended to cultivate a good relationship with Zheng Fan, treating his residence and the ladies within as an elegant "hunting ground" for Zheng Fan to enjoy. He wasn’t overly enthusiastic, but offered absolute freedom.

However, when Zheng Fan wished to leave, there was always a steward-like figure who personally summoned Fan Mansion’s carriage.

A singular, large carriage with Fan Mansion guards paving the way and accompanying it.

A carriage of this kind was not something Liu Ruqing was currently entitled to summon.

Nevertheless, the carriage Liu Ruqing originally called for was held back by the steward of Fan Mansion, stating that the master had instructed to ensure the guest’s safety.

Liu Ruqing had no choice but to join Zheng Fan in the carriage.

The carriage had ample space, yet only one seat designed such that only one person could sit gloriously inside while the others had no choice but to kneel at the feet of that person.

Lord Zheng was the first to sit inside, followed by Liu Ruqing.

Zheng Fan didn’t rise to offer gentlemanly courtesy, as such gestures weren’t popular in this era where beastly behaviors prevailed.

Most importantly, Zheng Fan knew well that Liu Ruqing wouldn’t dare let her uncle kneel while she sat.