Chapter 14 — A Lesson Lin Jingran Couldn’t Pass
Lin Jingran returned to the city on a crisp autumn day, his carriage rolling beneath clear sky as if nothing had changed.
At the ten-mile pavilion outside the walls, he met an old classmate.
The man bowed, smiling with familiar ease. “Lin Young Master! We were just discussing Teacher Shen”s wedding. Are you going to send a gift?
“Teacher Shen?” Lin Jingran echoed, brows lifting in contempt. “Oh. Him.”
He took a sip of wine as if the name left a bad taste.
“A failed scholar who couldn”t even become a juren,“ he scoffed. ”He calls himself a teacher?
His classmate laughed awkwardly, but pressed on. “Still, he did teach us. It would be polite”
“Polite?” Lin Jingran snorted. “With what money would he marry a wife? His petty tuition fees?”
His classmate lowered his voice, eager for gossip. “They say it wasn”t a proper match. The yamen assigned it. Both of them couldn“t afford the ding tax, so they were thrown together.”
Lin Jingran’s mouth curved.
Thrown together.
Of course.
A poor man and a poor woman. Perfect.
He waved his hand dismissively. “I won”t go.
As his carriage rolled on, his mind“uninvited”hooked back to a name he hadn’t spoken in days.
Shen Nanzhi.
Four years.
His attendant had said it plainly: four years of ding tax.
Lin Jingran stared at the road and felt a flicker of irritation. The girl had clung like burrs. Always asking, always waiting. She should have been grateful he hadn’t broken the engagement outright.
Still
He tapped his jade pendant, expression lazy.
"Fine," he thought. "Next year, I“ll marry her. I”ll stop the ding tax. It’s enough."
At the city gates, he suddenly remembered he had promised to bring her a gift.
He tossed a few copper coins to his attendant. “Buy a pouch.”
Then, as if generosity were an act he needed to perfect, he added a few more coins. “The most fashionable pattern. Gold thread.”
His attendant bowed and hurried away.
Lin Jingran leaned back, satisfied with his own plan.
He imagined Shen Nanzhi“s reaction”her eyes widening, her face brightening, her gratitude making him feel magnanimous.
It pleased him.
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The first place he went after returning was the west wing.
He strode toward the locked moon gate with the confidence of a man who assumed the world waited for him.
When the door opened, dust swirled.
The courtyard was overgrown. The window lattice was filmed with grime. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
Lin Jingran stopped.
A strange unease crawled up his spine.
"Nanzhi?" he thought.
He frowned sharply. She must have gone out“copying manuscripts, selling paintings, doing those humiliating things she did when she couldn”t behave like a proper woman.
He turned toward the main hall, irritation rising.
“Where is Shen Nanzhi?” he demanded.
The steward hurried forward, face bright with barely hidden relief.
“Ah!” the steward said, voice almost celebratory. “Young Master, we were just about to tell you the good news!”
Lin Jingran“s stomach tightened. ”What good news?
The steward beamed. “Miss Shen couldn”t pay the ding tax. The yamen matched her off. She“s married now! No longer in the Lin residence. No more trouble for you!”
The words struck Lin Jingran like a punch.
His ears rang.
“What did you say?” he whispered.
The steward blinked, confused by his sudden tone. “She”s“she”s married, Young Master. Government-assigned marriage. The official matchmaker took her away weeks ago.
Lin Jingran’s face drained of color.
“Who allowed that?” he roared suddenly, the fury bursting out like a broken dam. “Who let you do that?”
The steward recoiled. “Young Master” you
Lin Jingran stepped forward, eyes wild. “She lacked silver! Why didn”t you take it from the accounts? Why did you let her be taken?
The steward stared as if he’d heard nonsense.
“Because” because you told us,“ he stammered. ”You said she wasn“t family until she married in. You said Lin silver could not be used on her. You said to drag it out until she gave up. You”
Lin Jingran froze.
His mouth opened.
No words came.
He looked around the hall at the servants faces.
They were all staring at him with the same confusion, as if he were the one who had changed the rules overnight.
In their eyes, his contempt had always been clear.
Clear enough that everyone believed he would never marry her.
The steward swallowed nervously, voice lowering. “Young Master” didn“t you dislike her? Weren”t you happy she left?
Happy.
The word stabbed.
Lin Jingran’s throat tightened until he could barely breathe.
"I was joking," he wanted to say.
"I was only playing."
"I always meant to marry her."
But the words felt ridiculous even inside his own head.
Because he had built years of cruelty on top of those “jokes.”
He had made his meaning obvious—obvious enough for the entire house to treat her as disposable.
Lin Jingran’s hands shook.
He turned abruptly and stormed out, ignoring the steward’s calls behind him.
He didn’t know where he was going.
Only that he had to find her.
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By the time he reached the academy, the afternoon was already turning golden.
He pushed through the gate like a man seeking judgment.
Students stared. Teachers frowned.
He didn’t care.
Then he saw it.
At the edge of the courtyard, beneath a tree, Shen Yanci stood with a calm face.
And beside him
A woman with a basket in her hands.
Her hair was arranged in the married style.
Shen Nanzhi.
Lin Jingran’s chest seized.
For a moment, he couldn’t move.
Then rage flooded him so fast it blurred his vision.
He stepped forward, voice ripping free.
“Teacher Shen!” he shouted. “How dare you marry my fianc”e!
The words echoed across the academy like a slap.
Shen Yanci“s calm didn”t break.
Shen Nanzhi turned.
Her eyes met Lin Jingran’s, and there was no softness there.
Only cold clarity.
“Lin Young Master,” she said, voice level, “are you here to attend lessons? Sorry. You”re overage.
The students whispers rose.
Lin Jingran’s jaw clenched until it ached.
And in that moment, standing in the place where he once treated her like dirt
he realized he was the one being laughed at.
Not by his friends on a river.
Not by singers paid to smile.
By the world.
By the consequences of his own choices.
He had never learned the lesson Teacher Shen taught without words:
You cannot keep a person waiting forever.
And when you finally reach out
your hand may close on nothing.