Status Updates From Golden Terrace, Vol. 1

“When you went to war, there was nothing I could do.” Comfortingly, Yan Xiaohan said, “Fortunately I later became the Imperial Investigator. When His Majesty was arranging a marriage for you, I was the first one he thought of. You see, this is what they call anything being attainable with sincere conviction.”

Most importantly, he was an invalid. Why could he pull out a knife just like that?

*What the heck do you mean? His knees are broken not his arms! 🙄

“I hope His Majesty will permit me to balance my achievement against his error and forgive my humble wife the fault of his inadequate protection.”
It was as if a bolt out of the blue had struck the roof of the Yan Manor. White-faced, he asked, “Lord Marquis…wh-what did you say…?”
FS said,smiling, “Hm? Was I unclear?”
He felt as if he heard a tremendous secret and would be silenced by YX that night.

“A good child who’s never done anything bad who suddenly does a bad thing one day and feels guilty about it then owns up the everything himself before anyone can even ask.”
Fu Shen really wanted to kick him.
That tactless scoundrel Yan Xiaohan couldn’t resist laughing again. “Listen, isn’t it exhausting being an upright gentleman? Hm?”

Bday party of the year! Gez

“Yan-xiong, will there be pufferfish served today?”
YZ, seeing that his manner was very earnest and he didn’t seem to be joking, froze, then said, “No. A poisonous food like that wouldn’t be served at an imperial family feast.”
“How strange,” FS said. “I just saw such a big one, all round and puffed up, standing on the steps glaring at me, and he even had his hands behind his back…”
🤣🤣

“Are you jealous? Tell the truth.”
Fu Shen sneered. “You think everyone is a jar of sour vinegar like you.“
Tan Xiaohan said, “Are you really not jealous? What would you do if I really did go dallying in brothels?“
Fu Shen smiled slightly and, in a whisper, asked in turn, “Yan-xiong, do you think I can’t hold a knife anymore?”
Yan Xiaohan didn’t answer.

Xiao Xun’s hand was on the hilt of his sword as he stood expressionlessly behind Fu Shen. Shen Yice [doc] looked like he had given up on life and was perhaps already reciting the incantation of reincarnation in his mind.

*Yan Xiaohan that’s what you get for bot wearing official robes in the red-light district to investigate. 😂*

The palace maids and eunuchs passing by him [Yan Xiaohan] saw that he seemed to be deranged, laughing fit to chill a person to the bone, and kept far away from him in fear, not daring to appear in front of him, afraid lest they end up in trouble with him.

Fu Shen had suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged Yan Xiaohan up in front of him. He extended a finger and prodded the corner of his lips upward.
“From now on, I’ll only let you pick me up. If you’re not here I won’t bathe. Stop being jealous, all right?”
Yan Xiaohan froze. He unconsciously took Fu Shen’s hand in his own.

He was young and well favored, splendid as orchids and jade trees to begin with. This smile was like a thousand trees blossoming. It brightened the whole room. The baby also seemed to be delighted, wriggling around in his arms, trying to cling to him. Fu Shen hadn't thought that he would be so likeable to small children. He loosened his hold and let the child play around.

Yan Xiaohan dropped his eyes and looked at him. Contrary to expectation, he didn’t get impatient, and he didn’t expose him. The look in his eyes was very soft, like a handful of melted snow, cold, and limpid, with warmth reviving inside it.

Fu Shen, looking at this demon who killed without batting an eye suddenly turned into a gentle white rabbit, suspected that Yan Xiaohan was the one who had hit his head.

He [Yan Xiaohan] was a very strange person. The more furious he was, the more soft-spoken he became, as if afraid of frightening someone.

Gotta Robin Hood here. Shooting an already shot arrow out of the sky.

Fu Tingxin put a hand to his forehead. "Shen'er, take a piece of advice from your Second Uncle. Never smile like that in public. You look silly."
Fu Shen was speechless.

He was truly furious, the strength he used great.
Fu Shen felt that his chin was about to be crushed. But precisely because of this, he had last clearly saw the flash of shock and pain in the depths of Yan Xiaohan’s eyes.
His heart instantly softened.
Fu Shen was immune to force but susceptible to softness.

“Fine, aren’t you done yet? There’s no need to lose your temper, I’m not going to leave you a widow before the wedding…”
Yan Ziaohan struck fast as lightning, grabbing his chin. In a low shout, he said, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

No matter what, he couldn’t take the step Yan Xiaohan felt like a snail whose shell had been broken. After the pitcher had shattered that night, he could no longer support a suit of composed, self-possessed armor with which to face Fu Shen.

Throwing flowers at a young master, was called being romantic, but throwing flowers at an imperial guard was called an elderly person celebrating a birthday by hanging themselves – thinking they had lived long enough. It was a stupidly suicidal act.

Fu Shen rather impatiently said, “You saw it as well as I did. His Honor the Imperial Investigator, coveting my beauty, has abducted me by force and is keeping me locked up in his manor, not permitting me to leave. So for now if anyone else wants to see me, say that I’m staying at Yan Manor to convalesce.“

“I see you’ve been frozen witless,“ Fu Shen mocked, pushing the hot tea on the table toward him. But Yan Xiaohan snatched the cup from in front of Fu Shen and said deliberately, smiling, “Thank you for your consideration, Lord Marquis.“
“That’s my cup,“ said Fu Shen. “I’m just warming my hands, I wasn’t about to drink it.“ There was sincere innocence all over Yan Xiaohan‘s face.

In view of the beauty behind the carven screen,
spring nights in the capital when winter cold has gone bring dread.
Senselessly she married an official of the golden tortoise, who must attend morning court and abandon het sweet bed.

Fu Shen’s face turned green. He nearly got a stitch in his side. He tossed the book aside furiously.

*guess the poem wasn’t to his liking. 😅*

He awkwardly thought to himself, He really does...have some wifely virtues.
With a single thought gone astray, all the lines of thinking that followed involuntarily strayed as well.