Knowing Spring

On the day my elder sister died of illness, I took my nephew to the Marquis’s Mansion to claim kinship. The Second Young Master of the Marquis’s Mansion was in the middle of his wedding, and the place was bustling with celebration. When the Marchioness saw the jade pendant I brought out, she nearly fainted. She hid behind a screen and, suppressing her anger, said, “If the Chancellor’s Daughter finds out about the evil deed he committed, this marriage will be ruined!” An old nanny offered her advice in a low voice. “Madam, don’t panic. Back then, the Second Young Master said that woman had been drugged and never saw his face clearly. “It was only because he left in such a hurry that he dropped this family heirloom jade pendant and gave someone leverage over him. “Since this woman has come looking for us, we can simply pin the whole matter on the Eldest Young Master.” I had possessed astonishingly sharp hearing since childhood, so I heard every word of their little conspiracy. In truth, whether it was the Eldest Young Master or the Second Young Master made no difference to me. It did not matter who became my husband. What mattered was that my nephew would have a good place to study. The Marquis Manor Clan School had a great scholar of the current dynasty presiding over it. It would not waste his natural gifts.