I Am This Type of Woman

“Marquis, I just saw a servant from Jingting Marquis Residence outside.”

“What do they want again?” Marquis Zhongping felt a headache when he heard the words “Jingting Marquis Residence.” The thing he regretted most in his life was that he had lost his mind and agreed to the engagement with Jingting Marquis Residence, which made the people of Jingting Marquis Residence come to his house to make trouble every now and then. If they had encountered a family who cared about their reputation, they would not have made a scene in public for the sake of face, but the people of Jingting Marquis Residence were not like this. Ban Huai would confront him in the court when he had nothing better to do, and his son would also come to make trouble for Qi Lin from time to time, and sometimes even hit people. It was truly disgraceful.

“I don't know,” the servant who came to report shook his head blankly, “He just squatted not far from our gate and did nothing.”

“The whole family, from the master to the servants, is sick.” Marquis Zhongping said angrily, “Leave them alone. Could it be that they dare to come to our house to cause trouble?”

The servant thought silently, didn't Marquis Jingting bring a group of servants to smash their gate two years ago? This matter was later brought to His Majesty, but Marquis Jingting had a mother who was the Grand Princess. After being reprimanded by His Majesty in a perfunctory way, Marquis Jingting was released, and their Marquis was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed for more than half a month.

In Marquis Zhongping's view, Marquis Jingting was a rare oddity in the capital. He was absurd, willful, shameless, and both father and son were the same. Relying on their relationship with the royal family, they spent their days idly. He had lived for decades and had never seen such a brazen and shameless father and son.

Like father, like son, how good could a daughter born to them be?

A family of weirdos!

Marquis Zhongping was cursing Marquis Jingting and his son in his heart when the housekeeper hurried in.

“Marquis, something happened!”

The noble ladies and young ladies in the capital had a new topic, that is, the second legitimate son of Marquis Zhongping fell off his horse for no reason, and his eye hit a stone and was damaged. He didn't fall on his hands, he didn't fall on his feet, but he fell blind in one eye, what kind of luck was this?

It suddenly occurred to someone that this good man had been engaged to the Lady of Xianjun of Jingting Marquis Residence four years ago. Although the marriage did not come to fruition later, there was a period of time. Could it be that the Lady of Xianjun was the one who caused it? Otherwise, how could a noble son with superb riding skills fall off his horse so inexplicably?

When a person believes in something, he will cut off the logical connection in the middle and directly give a simple and rough conclusion.

For example, Lady Ban brings bad luck to her husband.

Obviously, the two families broke off the engagement two years ago, and Marquis Zhongping's residence was also preparing to arrange another marriage for Xie Qilin. Now that Xie Qilin had an accident, some people still blamed it on Lady Ban.

“I'm so angry, I'm so angry,” Ban Heng came back from outside, so angry that he walked countless circles in the house, “These people are really talking nonsense, Xie, that bad luck, fell and hurt his eyes, what does it have to do with my sister? It's not like my sister pushed him down. What bad luck to her husband, he is not my sister's husband, it's shameless.”

“People in the world are ignorant,” Ban Hua walked into her younger brother's yard surrounded by maids, wearing complicated and exquisite clothes and this year's new palace flowers on her head, “They don't care about the truth, but a target for gossip. You are angry for the words of these fools, and it's useless to be angry.”

“Who am I doing this for?” Ban Heng sat down on the chair, waved away the servants serving in the room, swallowed his saliva and said, “Your dream…has come true.”

Ban Hua sat down beside him, resting her chin on one hand, and sighed: “In five years, you will no longer be the heir.”

“Then you won't be Lady of Xianjun either,” Ban Heng glanced at the gold and silver jewelry on his sister's body, “Tell me, what should we do?”

The siblings looked at each other, both with blank expressions.

“Good girl,” Ban Huai walked in with sweat all over his face, holding a pile of scrolls in his hand, “Look who among these is more likely to be that one?”

Who was that one, the Ban family knew it all, but they dared not say it.

“This is Shi Chonghai, the current Right Prime Minister.” Ban Huai unfolded the scroll and pointed at the thin old man on it, “This man came from a poor family and seems to be very loyal to His Majesty, but you can't judge a book by its cover. Could it be him?”

“It's not this old man,” Ban Hua shook her head after glancing at it, “That man is not so ugly.”

“You can't even remember what he looks like in your dream,” Ban Heng asked curiously, “How do you know he is good-looking?”

“A woman's intuition, you men will never understand,” Ban Hua raised her eyelids, “Next.”

“This is Yan Hui, the current Left Prime Minister, who often opposes His Majesty.”

“No.”

“Zhou Bing'an, Minister over the Six Ministries of Personnel?”

“Neither.”

“Minister of War?”

After reading more than half of the scrolls, Ban Hua only had one action from beginning to end, that is, shaking her head, shaking her head constantly.

“These are already the more powerful officials in the court,” Ban Huai looked at the scrolls thrown all over the floor, with a troubled look on his face, “Those princes and princes of the clan are all from the Jiang family, and they are definitely not. Who else could it be?”

Ban Hua casually opened a scroll, which depicted a very young man in a jade crown and brocade robe, who looked extraordinarily handsome.

“Wrong, wrong,” Ban Huai snatched the scroll from her hand, “This is the unmarried son of another family, he got mixed up by mistake.”

“Father, don't even think about this one,” Ban Hua didn't stop Ban Huai from grabbing the painting, “How many women in the capital have their eyes on him, how troublesome it would be to find such a husband.”

“Can't I just take a look?” Ban Huai smiled, “Don't you like good-looking men? This one definitely meets your standards.”

“Thinking that in five years we will live a difficult and difficult life, no matter how good-looking a man is, I will not be tempted,” Ban Hua lay on the table, her expression listless, “Anyway, in five years, I will not be able to marry successfully either.”

Ban Heng patted her on the back sympathetically: “Sister, you should go to another residence and keep a few male concubines. Life is short, so enjoy it while you can.”

Anyway, there are quite a few princesses and county heads who keep male concubines.

Ban Hua didn't want to pay attention to him. There were many good-looking men in the world, but there were very few men who were both good-looking and temperament, but such men generally had status, and even if they didn't have status, they would be taken away by princesses and county heads. How could it be her turn?

Seeing that Ban Hua was not in high spirits, Ban Heng decided to tell her some unlucky things about Xie Qilin to make her happy, “When Xie, that bad luck, was carried home, it was said that blood covered half of his face, the scene was simply tsk tsk tsk, a heartless man like him deserves such an end.”

“His eyes are broken, so his appearance must be affected too. What a pity,” Ban Hua sighed faintly, her slender white fingers tapping on the table, “But it's good that he fell!”

“I've had enough of this lunatic. He ran away with a woman from a brothel. After being caught back, every time he saw me, he put on a disgusting look of wanting to speak but being hesitant. Does he really think that I can't live without him? With such a big face, why doesn't he go to propose to a princess?”

“Because his status is not enough,” Ban Heng professionally dismantled his own sister, “Although his family has a noble title, they were born from a poor family. How would the princess of the royal family like him?”

“This kind of man that the royal family doesn't like, turned around and broke off the engagement with me for a woman from a brothel. Is it something to be proud of to say such a thing?” Ban Hua rolled her eyes at Ban Heng angrily, “Forget it, anyway, sooner or later, our titles will be taken away by the new emperor. Now we should eat, drink, and find a way to secretly purchase some more properties. Let's be glorious as long as we can.”

Let’s enjoy ourselves while we can, be glorious for another year, anyway, with their little brains, they can't think of any good solution.

“You are right,” Ban Huai nodded in agreement, “I'll go buy the antique fan I saw last time. Your mother wouldn't let me before, but now she should have no objection.”

Anyway, they have so much money in their family, if they don't use it now, they won't have the chance to use it after their house is ransacked.

Sure enough, this time when Ban Huai went to Yin Shi to ask for money, Yin Shi agreed without hesitation, and gave him an extra two thousand taels of silver, telling him to buy anything rare for his daughter.

People in the capital suddenly discovered that Marquis Jingting had become generous recently. Marquis Jingting bought any rare antiques worth tens of thousands of taels of silver without blinking an eye. As everyone knows, Marquis Jingting is a very absurd person, and the only two women he is afraid of are his mother, Grand Princess Dening, and his wife, Madam Yin. He never carries more than five hundred taels of silver with him.

Now that he had suddenly become so generous, people couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the relationship between Marquis Jingting and Madam Yin, and Madam Yin could no longer control him.

On this day, Princess Anle held a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet and invited many noble ladies and young ladies from the capital. As the granddaughter of Grand Princess Dening, Ban Hua was naturally also invited.

Ban Hua has always been a lively person, because only on such occasions with many people can her beautiful clothes and jewelry be seen by more people. However, she also had a face that many women envied. Although many women would sourly say behind her back that she was beautiful and vulgar, she was just a vase.

Ban Hua accepted this well, because although these women looked down on her gorgeous clothes and her beautiful but brainless appearance, the envy and jealousy in their eyes could not be concealed.

She just likes it when these people are obviously very jealous, but they still pretend to look down on her.

Just thinking about those envious and jealous eyes, she could eat an extra bowl of rice.

“For a woman to show off, it's not that the heavier the gold, the better, but the more exquisite and valuable the thing is. What other women usually keep at the bottom of the box and are reluctant to take out, I can wear and play with, that is showing off,” Ban Hua drew a bright peony between her eyebrows, looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction for several times, and said to the maid behind her, “After looking at it, this kind of flower suits me best.”

Nowadays, plum blossoms, green lotuses and other kinds of flower decorations are popular, while peach blossoms and peonies are often ridiculed by young ladies as vulgar, but Ban Hua is such a vulgar person.

How good peonies are, they are both noble and beautiful, can those dry plum blossoms compare?

Author has something to say:

Ban Hua: I am a vase and I am proud, I am proud, I am driving GDP for the court.

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