I've Got This Cannon Fodder Trope Covered!

Chapter 2

The Jiang family was a prestigious clan in Xuzhou, mingling with the local elite. Wei Hanzhang grew up in the Jiang household, and while she might not know every member of the other prominent families in Xuzhou, she could recognize most of them.

As she quickly tried to determine who this person was, she didn't forget to respond.

She curtsied gracefully and smiled, "I came with my sisters to the estate for a small gathering. I remembered that I had buried a jar of wine in the Cao family garden when I was young, thinking this estate was now unoccupied..."

At this point, Wei Hanzhang paused and softly apologized, "It was wrong of me to intrude."

The clean-shaven servant asked, "Where is the wine?"

Wei Hanzhang answered truthfully, "Under the cherry tree in Wei Tingxuan's courtyard."

The servant pressed on, "The estate next door belongs to the Jiang family. Which young lady of the Jiang family are you?"

Remembering her maids' advice, Wei Hanzhang hesitated slightly and said, "I am the ninth daughter."

This wasn't a lie; she was indeed the ninth in the Wei family. As for the Jiang family...

The youngest daughter in the Jiang family was the fifth, named Jiang Zhiyu, who was only seven years old.

Non-relatives wouldn't typically inquire about the number of daughters in another family, so this statement was unlikely to be questioned.

She expected some courtesy after revealing her family background, but the servant suddenly stepped forward and removed her veil.

Caught off guard by the abruptness, Wei Hanzhang turned her head to avoid him after the veil was removed.

Today, she was dressed simply, without an elaborate hairstyle, just a jade hairpin in her hair. Even that single hairpin fell to the ground due to the servant's rough action.

With a crisp sound, her favorite hairpin shattered into three pieces on the stone bricks.

The young girl, not very old, had her ink-black hair cascading down as she turned her head slightly to the side to avoid the servant. The spring sunlight filtered through the tree shadows, casting a glow on half of her face. Her bright eyes sparkled with a lively spirit, looking stunningly beautiful.

For a moment, everyone held their breath.

In those beautiful eyes, a flash of anger and indignation quickly appeared. Wei Hanzhang raised her hand, revealing a white jade-like wrist, and with a loud 'slap,' she gave the stunned servant a resounding slap.

"How dare you!"

In this dynasty, society was open, and women held significant status. Noble ladies riding horses and parading in the streets were not uncommon.

However, Wei Hanzhang was different. From the age of ten, her beauty grew more striking each day. The elderly couple of the Jiang family, who adored their granddaughter, insisted she wear a veil whenever she went out. Even distant cousins rarely saw her true face.

While Wei Hanzhang herself did not enjoy such concealment, it did not mean she tolerated such offense.

With a slap, her fingertips trembled. She raised her eyes to the man standing in the pavilion and coldly said, "Which family's young master are you? Having such an insolent servant reflects well on your upbringing."

The servant, now bearing a palm print, changed his expression and was about to scold her when the man in the pavilion raised his arm slightly, "Someone fetch this lady's wine."