AUBTN -Chapter 87 Yu’s Sass Goes Live

Shen Jue leaned forward slightly, the curve of his lips growing ever more mocking: “Moreover, Minister Lu, your hand seems to be reaching a bit too far. This Yuyuan Garden was granted to our family by the Emperor. Even if a fly were to fly in, it’s still our guest. If you want to display the power of a patriarch on our turf… I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong door.”

“You—!”

Lu Zhixing’s beard trembled in fury, his finger shaking as he pointed at Shen Jue.

“Shen Jue! Don’t get too arrogant! Don’t think that just because you enjoy the Emperor’s favor now, you can—”

“See them out.”

Shen Jue didn’t even bother listening to his rant and directly issued a dismissal.

He had no habit of respecting elders just for the sake of it!

The guards immediately closed in, expressionless.

Lu Zhixing, a veteran of two dynasties, had never suffered such humiliation.

He swept his sleeve violently, gritting his teeth: “Fine! Shen Jue, we’ll see just how far your arrogance can go!”

With that, he turned angrily and strode out.

As he reached the corridor of the garden, a crisp, pleasant—but slightly offbeat—song floated into his ears: “Let’s learn to meow together, meow meow meow~ Want some to eat, Jixiang!”

Lu Zhixing frowned and followed the sound with his eyes.

Near an artificial rock formation, a girl in a pink dress…

Yu Qing was standing with one foot on a stone, cradling a plump, fat cat in her arms, and singing at the top of her lungs to a pond full of koi.

Her appearance was neither graceful nor ladylike—a true streetwise, wild girl.

Noticing a stranger, Yu Qing froze and abruptly stopped singing.

She blinked her big eyes at the furious old man, whose face was red with anger, and thought: Who is this? Why does he look like he wants to eat me?

“Shameless!”

Lu Zhixing immediately concluded that this was the temptress who had ensnared his son.

He strode over, his gaze like a torch, appraising Yu Qing from head to toe, full of contempt and disgust.

“You’re the palace maid who’s been clinging to Lu Yan?”

Yu Qing pointed at her nose, utterly confused: “Huh? Who are you, sir?”

“I am the current Prime Minister, father of Lu Yan!” Lu Zhixing snorted coldly, standing with his hands behind his back.

“I’ve heard you have some skills, even managing to coax Lu Yan into residing at this eunuch’s residence. But I’ll make this clear today—our Lu family is a noble and refined household, adhering to proper matches!”

He stepped forward, aggressively: “A girl of low status and frivolous conduct like you, even if you were to be a concubine, would never be allowed into the Lu family mansion! You’d better kill that idea in your heart early!”

Yu Qing froze.

Who am I? Where am I?

What kind of outdated, clichéd romance drama is this plot?

It felt as if she were enjoying hotpot and singing, and suddenly someone shoved a mouthful of expired snacks into her face!

【Damn it! Has this old man lost his mind? Who cares about entering your mansion? A concubine? I’m the socialist successor! If I can’t get back to the modern era, I’ll be a rich lady keeping young studs, got it?】

Her fiery temper was instantly ignited.

She placed Jixiang—the cat—in her arms down on the ground.

Crossing her arms and lifting her chin, she switched into full-on sass mode.

“I say, sir, did you forget to take your medicine today? Or is your imagination running too wild? Maybe you should see a doctor.”

Yu Qing sneered, her bright, lively eyes brimming with mockery: “Who told you I wanted to enter the Lu family mansion? Is your big gate made of gold or silver? That I should beg to get in?”

“You… you’re outrageous!” Lu Zhixing fell back in anger, having never encountered such a sharp-tongued woman.

“Outrageous?” Yu Qing rolled her eyes so hard it was almost comical.

“You’re the one who came charging over and spewed nonsense for no reason! What kind of relationship I have with Lu Yan is none of your business—what does it have to do with the Lu family gate?”

She stepped forward, her presence unyielding:

“And stop spouting nonsense about lowly status. Count back three generations—whose ancestors weren’t peasants? Did you ruin your brain being prime minister? Not treating people like people. I, Yu Qing, live rightly and uprightly—no stealing, no scheming. But you, as prime minister, hurl abuse at a helpless girl—is that what you call a noble family? A reputable household?”

“Honestly, your manners—I bet the fish in your pond have had a better education!”

“You! You! Raising women and villains is difficult! Unreasonable! Simply unreasonable!”

Lu Zhixing trembled with rage, pointing at Yu Qing but unable to form words, finally slinging his sleeve in frustration.

“Stay away from my son in the future! Or I will not go easy on you!”

With that final threat, the prime minister stormed away.

Yu Qing made a face at his retreating figure. “Pffft! Old relic! What era is this… oh right, it is the feudal era. But that doesn’t stop me from roasting you!”

At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded.

Lu Yan came rushing from the other end of the corridor, his expression anxious.

He had just returned from the palace and heard that his father had come to Yuyuan, worried something might go wrong.

Turning the corner, he caught sight of his father’s steaming, furious back disappearing outside the gate.

And there was Yu Qing, standing by the rockery, hands on her hips, making a face at his father!

Their eyes met.

Yu Qing awkwardly withdrew her hands.

【Oh no, oh no, oh no! That’s Lu Yan’s father! Did I go too far just now?】

【Yu Qing, Yu Qing, when will that mouth of yours learn some restraint! Now Lu Yan is definitely going to be mad. After all, the ancients valued filial piety above all. I just drove his father away in front of him—how’s that supposed to count!】

Yu Qing shrank back, feeling guilty, her eyes darting nervously, unable to meet Lu Yan’s gaze.

“Uh… Lu Yan, let me explain… I didn’t mean it… it’s just that… things got carried away…”

Seeing her like this—trying to disappear into the ground—and hearing her inner chaotic roar, Lu Yan’s tense lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile.

He walked slowly to her, his tall frame enveloping her.

“What did he say to you?”

His voice was low, with no trace of reproach.

Yu Qing cautiously lifted her head, watching his expression. “Nothing much… just that I’m lowly, not worthy of the Lu family, and that I shouldn’t dream of entering the household… I… I just couldn’t help snapping a couple of words back.”

By the end, her voice had dwindled to almost a whisper.

Lu Yan’s eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of coldness passing through them—but it was not directed at Yu Qing.

He reached out, as if to touch her head, but paused mid-air, finally resting his hand gently on her shoulder and patting it.

“You don’t need to take his words to heart.”

His voice was calm, detached.

“The Lu family gate? Forget it—I don’t want to go in either.”

Yu Qing’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re not angry?”

【Look at your dad—his beard was all crooked from anger!】

Lu Yan suddenly chuckled, a rare faint trace of self-mockery appearing on his usually icy face.

“Angry? Why should I get mad at a stranger for you?”