Yang Ruqing continued to listen and watch Chen'er draw diagrams on the stone slab.

Gradually, she began to understand. It turned out that this "筹" was indeed the arithmetic of ancient times.

Chen'er is currently explaining a problem related to taxes, specifically the "one in, one out" principle, within the field of abacus calculation.

This is a very practical question, so everyone in the audience listened very attentively. They were probably also out of curiosity, after all, the scholars who came to lecture on stage were all middle-aged or even elderly.

A discordant sound suddenly arose.

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"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The speaker was a young man of average height and build, with slightly dark skin and an oily complexion.

This young man's attire clearly indicates that he is either very wealthy or noble. He is accompanied by several men dressed as scholars, of varying ages.

"Today is a literary feast, with scholars from the four major families invited to give lectures. You little child should be playing in the mud and eating your candies, not running around here causing trouble. Aren't you stomping on the wisdom of our esteemed guests? Get down! Get out of here!"

That rich and pampered young man waved his fan in hand, shouting loudly at Chen'er who was lecturing on the stage.

Several others who came with him, dressed as scholars and literati, also looked down on the young boy on stage with disdain.

Here, Yang Ruqing looked at those people, especially the young man at the head who looked like a rich playboy, and frowned.

I'm about to ask the people around me who this person is. Some nosy people have already gone ahead and snooped around.

"Who is that young master speaking? He even dares to cause trouble at a literary banquet?" Guest A asked.

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Guest B lowered his voice and said, “His name is Si Kong Wancai. He is the only grandson of the Si Kong family, who are incredibly wealthy.”

"Still thought he was a big deal, just another merchant's heir in the end!" Guest A scoffed with disdain.

"You can't say it that way. Although Mr. Si Kong came from a business background, he has a family! He has one son and three daughters."

“The son inherited his grandfather's mantle and made the business thrive, becoming the richest man in Ye City,”

Three daughters, each one married better than the last. The eldest daughter married in Huguang, where her husband was a county magistrate. The second daughter married in Lichi City and became a concubine of the Southern Prince.

“And there’s still a third daughter to be married off. This is just terrible,”

These three daughters were to be concubines for the Duke of the Wan Guo Manor in Beijing. They gave birth to two sons as soon as they entered the manor.

“Three aunts were all the confidantes and bedfellows of the wealthy and powerful. This Si Kong family was incredibly rich, with a vast empire under their control. Si Kong Wancai was also quite a figure in Ye City. It's not surprising that Wen Yan, the host of this banquet, would give him some face and send him an invitation!"

Upon hearing Guest B's words, Guest A suddenly realized.

Yang Ruqing also heard this, thinking to herself, if Si Kong Wancai's third aunt becomes a concubine for the Duke of Ten Thousand Nations, then wouldn't she be becoming a concubine for Wan Qingchun's father?

This status, which is considered a remarkable noble in the eyes of these scholars or wealthy merchants, is utterly insignificant in the true aristocratic circles of the capital. A favored concubine in a Duke's mansion wouldn't even be acknowledged. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

It simply cannot represent the Grand Council of All Nations in social engagements or welcoming and receiving guests. Otherwise, it would be seen as a disrespect and neglect towards the guests.

When the censor found out, he reported it to the emperor and impeached the Duke of Wan Guo. The Duke couldn't withstand the pressure.

His gaze returned to the stage, where someone was disrupting the event. The organizer of this literary feast wanted to speak up, but the young boy raised his hand and stopped him.

Seeing him stop, Yang Ruqing in the audience was secretly surprised.

I'm also very curious to see how my son, at such a young age, will cope with this kind of situation.

He turned and his indifferent gaze swept over the few people in the audience.

"Those who are ambitious are not limited by age. Since I was invited here to give lectures, there must be a reason." He said calmly.

“Those who have come to attend this literary feast today are all scholars and gentlemen of high morals. For you to speak such vulgar and disrespectful words is a disgrace to your education and quite inappropriate.”

"If you think anything I said is inappropriate or flawed, feel free to come up and debate it!" the little boy declared.

That oily-faced young man grinned when he heard this.

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He tapped the folding fan in his hand against his palm, and turning to the few people around him, said: "Did you all hear that? This kid is so arrogant despite being so young!"

“You guys, go up there and give him a good lesson, teach him what's appropriate for his age!”

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"At this age, you should be going home to your wet nurse for milk, hahaha..."

Sikusai Wancai laughed uproariously, his companions, despite being constrained by decorum and unable to laugh as freely as him, still smiled broadly.

But everyone followed with a sneer, shaking their heads in disdain.

Yang Ruqing frowned.

Taking a glance at Chen'er on the stage, she still looked calm and composed, neither angry nor agitated. She smiled faintly as she watched the group led by Sikong Wancai.

But Yang Ruqing couldn't help herself. She stood up and said to Sikong Wanzai and the others, "That greasy-faced young master, may I offer you some sincere advice?"

"You're ugly to begin with, your teeth are bad too. When you smile, your gums show and it's even scarier. You shouldn't smile, really!"

Si Kong Wancai turned his head and glared at Yang Ruoqing, "Who are you calling ugly? Say it again!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and looked at Sikong Wancai, "You guys bully the weak by being numerous, you dare not go on stage to compete with that child, so you just make fun of him offstage."

"No matter what people say, good or bad, at least he has the courage to stand on stage and speak."

And you? Dare you go up there?

Whoever mocks others is ugly inside and out!

Yang Ruqing's ruthless words angered Sikong Wancai.

He excitedly waved his fan in Yang Ruqing's direction: "Such audacity, to publicly insult this young master! Do you know who I am?"

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"I don't care who you are, this is the literary banquet. If you have the ability, go on stage and defend yourself. Let us see your skills!"

Yang Ruqing stimulated Si Kong Wanzai with all her might.

This guy clearly isn't a match for Chen Er. His intelligence level is questionable at best.

On stage, Chen'er's gaze also fell on Yang Ruqing.

He was surprised, surprised that this woman actually stood up for him in public.

Such maintenance, not afraid of Sikong Wanzai at all, courageous and decisive.

When Chen'er's gaze met Yang Ruqing's, Yang Ruqing smiled, her whole demeanor becoming incredibly gentle.

Staring intently at Chen'er, as if a thousand words were about to be spoken, this was a stark contrast to the expression he had just moments ago when facing Si Kong Wanzai. It was like the difference between winter and summer.

Strange, I seem to have seen this woman before.

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Chen'er's brows furrowed slightly.

He was certain he had never seen this woman before, but unexpectedly, he felt a sense of warmth and familiarity from her eyes that he had never experienced before.

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