Jiang Yu was younger than Jiang Chen by a year, but he wasn’t muddled when it came to important matters. Although a bit bashful, he responded, “I can pretend it wasn’t true. But, the manner in which you’re approaching this matter completely brushes off the face of my Jiang family. Have you ever thought of where my Jiang family’s face would be, if you do this in such a manner?”
“Face?” Jing Cai’er laughed lightly. “Face is earned and not given to you. Jiang Yu, since you’ve brought it up, I ask you only one question. My training now is at seven meridians true qi, and has a chance to breakthrough to eight meridians true qi in a year. How many meridians of true qi are you now?”
This was the point! Seven meridians true qi was indeed a very extraordinary level of existence for a disciple born from a tribe.
After all, even amongst the heirs in the Hidden Dragon Trials, not that many possessed such training.
Not to mention Jing Cai’er was younger than Jiang Chen and his peers by one or two years.
“You’re only five meridians true qi. Do you know what a difference of two meridians true qi means between peers?
In addition, just as my father said, your father isn’t the Duke of Jiang Han, and you’ll never be the Duke of Jiang Han.”
Jiang Yu’s mouth was agape and tongue tied. He said haltingly, “Although I won’t be the Duke of Jiang Han in the future, the Duke of Jiang Han is still my brother.”
He regretted his words as soon as he said them. Why? Why did he explain such things to this snobbish girl?
“Heh heh, your brother?” Jing Cai’er flicked a glance at Jiang Chen with a few traces of scorn. “Jiang Yu, don’t be naive! Do you think with your cousin’s paltry bit of ability that he’s usually displayed, that he can hold onto this dukedom in front of opponents that are like wolves and tigers?”
Jiang Chen laughed. This Jing family had revealed their dagger after unrolling the map of their plans, and had voiced the true reality.
In terms of potential, Jiang Yu was far below Jing Cai’er.
In terms of status and position, the Jiang family could very well lose their dukedom. Jing Yu wasn’t a direct descendent of the Jiang family, what future would he have then?
In such a way, the meaning for the Jing family reneging on the marriage contract was clear as daylight.
A tea cup was suddenly flung viciously to the floor!
Someone finally couldn’t bear it anymore on the Jiang family side, and had lost their temper!
Except, the person losing his temper was neither Jiang Chen nor Jiang Tong and his son, but the personal steward behind Jiang Chen, Jiang Zheng!
He had seen so many various aspects of society in the capital, and even the influential powers in the capital were obedient, submissive, and obsequious to the young duke. But now that they’d returned to their own land in the Jiang Han territory, they were faced with such ridiculousness?
This was the Jiang family’s territory to begin with. The Jiang family kept their word, and everyone was reverent and deferential in front of the Jiang family.
This Jing family was too unbridled!
Thus, Jiang Zheng was infuriated!
“Jing Man, you father and daughter are putting on show, but have you figured out some things yet? This is the Jiang Han manor and this is the territory of the Duke of Jiang Han!” Jiang Zheng was filled with righteous indignation.
Jing Man laughed coldly. “Your master hasn’t spoken, what is a dog of a servant like you making a fuss for?”
“I’m a servant alright! But, you seemed to have forgotten that you’re also a servant in the Jiang Han manor. We’re all servants of the Jiang family in the entire Jiang Han territory!
You do not pay your respects when you see the young duke – do you even understand the difference between master and servant?
You tear up the marriage contract – do you even understand the concept of the honor of nobility?
Your daughter does not respect the young duke – do you even comprehend the notion of due regard for precedence?
You disrespect your master, tear up the marriage contract, and speak irreverently. Who gave you this courage? Where did you get this nerve from?”
Jiang Zheng’s tongue was like a spear, and his lips like daggers, as he fired off a string of questions, getting out of hand as he started.
Jing Man’s mouth was agape and he was tongue tied, at a loss for what to say during this moment.