"Whom are you angry with, my husband?"

Seeing Wen Qixi's icy demeanor, Madam Wen gracefully walked to Wen Qixi's side and poured her a cup of tea.

"Look!"

Wen Qi handed the letter that Shen Jinchen had written to him to Mrs. Wen.

"What does this Prime Minister Shen mean? Does he have his eye on our son-in-law?"

Mrs. Wen asked in surprise.

"Um!"

"What made my husband angry? Was it because of Prime Minister Shen's threat?"

Mrs. Wen asked tentatively.

"Um!"

Wen Qi nodded irritably.

"Then I think your worries are unnecessary, my husband. Even if the son-in-law ignores everyone, she will definitely come back to our Wen family. Didn't you say before that that woman loves money more than anything? The Wen family can give her more money than she could ever get elsewhere, so my husband doesn't need to worry."

Mrs. Wen put down the letter and gently smoothed the furrowed brows of Wen Qixi.

"Um!"

Wen Qi held her hand tightly, pulled her into his arms and hugged her, resting his head against that of Mrs. Wen.

...

“Miss, I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse for you. Anyway, Young Master Jun has sent people to deliver medicine twice in the past five days. He also promised to come to the mansion to treat the master once he recovers. But your face is swollen like a pig’s head. I don’t know what to say.”

Qiaoying sat on the edge of the bed, applying anti-swelling medicine to Wen Qihe while sighing.

"That damned woman Cen Xi hasn't returned to the Wen family since she left the academy?"

Wen Qihe gritted her teeth whenever she thought about how she had suffered such an injury. She refused to be someone's substitute, even if she loved Jun Jianchou to death.

Unable to receive wholehearted love, she preferred to become a nun.

“The young master shouldn’t have been living in our mansion in the first place. In my opinion, it would be better to have the eldest young master announce her sudden death after a while. Miss will eventually get married, and her continued presence will only hold you back.”

“You’re not young anymore, you’re twenty-one. If you don’t find a man to marry soon, no one will want you in the future. Even if someone does want you, you won’t be able to find a good family. If you keep dragging it out, you’ll only end up as someone else’s second wife.”

Qiaoying felt that since her son-in-law married into the family, her young lady had become even more unconventional.

In the past, at least I wouldn't get drunk, get into a fight with someone in a restaurant, and come back with serious injuries.

Actually, there were some things Qiaoying couldn't bear to say.

With a head like hers, it would probably take a hundred days before she could go out and meet people.

“I won’t marry, I absolutely won’t marry. If I, Wen Qihe, don’t meet a man who loves me wholeheartedly and whom I love in return, I’d rather be an old maid and die at home. If my family won’t accept me, I’ll go to a Taoist temple outside Shangyang City and become a nun.”

Wen Qihe subconsciously refuted what Qiaoying said, raising her voice a little. After she finished speaking, she felt a slight pain in her face.

"Qiaoying, please put some more of that Jade Dew Cream on me. My face hurts so much, no, both sides of my face hurt."

"Um!"

Qiaoying picked up the Jade Dew Cream and applied it to Wen Qihe again. Finally, she rolled her eyes where Wen Qihe couldn't see, tidied up the room, and left.

...

Cen Xi traveled for ten days and passed through Baiyu Town twice. In that grove of trees, the place where she was ambushed last time, she encountered a brother and sister being chased and beaten by several people. Just as a big man was about to cut the little girl in two with a single stroke, Cen Xi closed her eyes and became a good person.

The Shadowbreaker Sword pinned the burly man directly to a tree.

Having dealt with the assassins around the little girl, Cen Xi, being a philanthropist, also killed everyone around the boy.

"Alright, I've taken care of all the people who wanted to kill you. Now you can go."

Cen Xi walked to the first person she killed, drew her Broken Shadow Sword, said those words, and then prepared to leave.

"Our benefactor, please wait! How can we possibly repay your kindness?"

The boy stood in the direction Cen Xi was about to leave, blocking her way and asking a question.

"Young man, I'm just passing by, so I don't need to repay you. I have to get on my way, so please make way for me."

Cen Xi glanced at him and explained.

"No, you have to repay us for saving us, otherwise my sister and I will commit suicide immediately."

The boy's face was resolute.

"Suicide? Why did you commit suicide? If you wanted to die, why did you resist just now?"

Cen Xi really couldn't understand what kind of thinking this was.

"If it weren't for your rescue, my brother and I would have died under those men's blades long ago. So you don't want us to repay you; we can only express our gratitude with our lives."

The boy looked at Cen Xi and explained very seriously.

"Who taught you these principles?"

Cen Xi was utterly speechless; it turned out she had done something completely unnecessary.

“Our mother taught us that if someone helps us, we must repay them. If they don’t want our repayment, then we can only commit suicide.”

After Cen Xi finished asking her question, the girl next to the boy quickly explained, and then looked at Cen Xi expectantly.

It was clear that they hoped Cen Xi would accept their reward.

"Who is your mother? How could she make such a bizarre request!"

Cen Xi asked, speechless.

"You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that. My mother is the best mother in the world."

Seeing that Cen Xi didn't speak well of his mother, the boy immediately became angry.

"Fine! Your mother is the best mother in the world, but where is she? You were being chased, why didn't she show up?"

Cen Xi felt that this boy's stubbornness was comparable to Liu Jiuyi's. Since he spoke so highly of her mother, why was there no sign of her? She looked around and, seeing no one, asked.

"My mother is dead. My mother was killed by Aunt Fang. Brother, will we never see our mother again?"

When asked about her mother, the twelve-year-old girl burst into tears, heartbroken.

“Yes! Benefactor, we have no mother left. If you do not accept our repayment, we will have no choice but to go to the underworld to see our mother. Ah Xiang, are you ready? As soon as you close your eyes, we will be able to see our mother.”

The boy's eyes were firm, and his will was resolute.

Judging from his expression, Cen Xi knew that if she didn't agree today, he would kill his sister and then commit suicide immediately.

"Can we... can we avoid going to extremes? Young man, how about this: tell me your mother's story, and after you've explained the reasons, I'll see what kind of repayment you want, okay?"

"You want to hear my mother's story?"

The boy clearly didn't understand what this had to do with repaying a debt of gratitude.

"Hmm! I'm a gossipy person and love listening to stories. I used to read novels whenever I had free time, but there are very few storybooks in this world, so my habit of listening to other people's gossip has come out. Sorry, if it's inconvenient to talk about it, you don't have to. I don't mind. It's just that I can't think of a way to repay you right now."

Cen Xi glanced at him and subtly pointed out her own bad habit.

"My benefactor, do you mean that once I finish explaining, you'll be able to come up with a way to repay me?"

The boy lowered his head and pondered for a moment before asking.