Xie Qingyu thought Wei Li was a cruel person, but she didn't expect him to be this cruel. Before she could say a word, he was about to drag them out.

There's a slight difference between dragging someone out, taking someone out, and rolling someone out.

Generally, only the dead are dragged around.

Moreover, even though Wei Li was deliberately trying to keep a straight face, he could still tell that Wei Li had difficulty speaking!

Xie Qingyu felt that Zhao Xiheng was truly wronged to be paired with someone like that, a woman of exceptional talent.

"Since Young Master Wei doesn't even have the patience for a few words, why does he want to see us?" Xie Qingyu said calmly, his already formed plan becoming even more resolute.

He bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "I have not yet introduced myself. I am Xie Qingyu, and I am the envoy for this mission."

Wei Li slightly lifted her thin eyelids and looked at him, "Of course I'm using you guys to vent my anger."

Otherwise, why would I have called you all over from the post station?

If he were to kill someone, he wouldn't have any reason, and if he killed someone without a reason, Zhao Xiheng would despise him even more. However, since Zhao Mingjin's envoy had provoked him, Zhao Xiheng might actually think he did the right thing in retrospect.

However, this Xie Qingyu is different from the previous envoy.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed good-looking, with nostrils pointing upwards and no fear of death.

"Young Master Wei, do you truly love A-Dan?" Xie Qingyu asked again.

Like? Like what? He doesn't like Zhao Xiheng at all, Wei Li thought.

When asked this question out of the blue, he touched his earlobe.

"No." He uttered a single word, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head away, avoiding Xie Qingyu's scrutinizing gaze.

After a while, feeling that he was at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, he turned his face away again, tilting his chin slightly to look at Xie Qingyu with disdain.

"Since you don't like her, then don't keep her around to torment you. Let me take her back to Jinyang. Since A-Dan is dispensable to you, then we will not lose anything by exchanging these beauties for her."

Wait a minute, Wei Li suddenly looked up, "You keep calling her 'A-Dan' so affectionately."

“Just an old friend.” Xie Qingyu smiled subtly, a smile carrying a deeper meaning.

When Wei Li saw him smile, his scalp tingled, almost bursting open. He felt a lump in his throat, unable to expel it. His hands unconsciously clenched tightly on the hem of his clothes, his eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

But an old friend? Would a simple old friend call someone by their childhood name? And with such a meaningful smile?

Upon realizing this, Wei Li felt suffocated, as if he were about to explode, and instinctively shouted, "Drag him out! What are you waiting for?"

His mind went blank, his heart pounded, and all he could recall was that Zhao Xiheng had a close relationship with this man, who was young and had an extraordinary air about him. Coming from Jinyang, he must be a young master from some high-ranking clan.

Wei Li consciously avoided thinking about it in detail. He didn't know if he couldn't figure out the relationship between the two, or if he didn't dare to think about it any further.

After Xie Qingyu left, Zhao Xiheng searched for the key but still couldn't find it. Thinking about the last envoy's less-than-honorable death, she felt uneasy.

Wei Li has been in a bad mood these days. Although Xie Qingyu came to deliver a woman to him, if she says something that displeases Wei Li, the consequences will not be good.

Xie Qingyu is different from others. Although we haven't seen each other for many years and the marriage has fallen through, we still have a childhood friendship, so it's better to go and see her.

She wasn't afraid if Wei Li saw her angry later.

That bastard locked her up to prevent her from ruining his plans to see his mistress, so he was in the wrong to begin with.

As soon as she reached the outside of the study, she heard Wei Li loudly ordering people to drag Xie Qingyu away, followed by the cries of a group of women.

Just as Xie Qingyu was about to say something, she heard the door creak open.

"Wei Li." She pushed aside the guards surrounding her and opened the door, this time not even bothering to call out to her lord.

When Wei Li saw Zhao Xiheng rush in, his heart skipped a beat. "Why did you come out?"

His tone was impatient and unfriendly.

Zhao Xiheng hadn't left the courtyard for over four months, so why did she suddenly appear when Xie Qingyu came?

He looked Xie Qingyu and Zhao Xiheng up and down, his hands clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his bare hands bulging.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiheng's anger flared up.

You old bastard, you've already locked her up and won't let her out, and now you dare to ask questions? I'll rip your head off.

“What are you going to do by dragging them out?” she asked.

Xie Qingyu was afraid that she would offend Wei Li and have an even harder time, but he didn't care. So he stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Xiheng's wrist, saying, "Adan, don't get involved."

The atmosphere froze for a moment. Wei Li's face turned ashen, and he felt as if someone was stabbing him with a steel needle, twisting it violently with each stab. He strode forward, tore Xie Qingyu's hand off Zhao Xiheng's body, and then stood between the two of them.

He gripped Zhao Xiheng's wrist tightly, his jaw clenched, as he looked into her eyes.

Zhao Xiheng didn't look at him this time, but instead turned her gaze to Xie Qingyu. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was safe and sound.

When Wei Li saw her looking at Xie Qingyu, he was somewhat afraid to look at her in front of the two of them. He felt as if he had been thrown into a pot of boiling water, and the sore on the tip of his tongue was bitten open and bleeding.

"Zhao Xiheng, he said he's an old friend of yours, is that true?" Wei Li spoke slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each word, even with a questioning tone.

"You'd let him go just because he's an old friend?" Zhao Xiheng felt that explaining her relationship with Xie Qingyu was a bit complicated, so she hesitated for a moment before nodding, "He is indeed an old friend."

Wei Li was narrow-minded, suspicious, and sensitive. When Zhao Xiheng hesitated for a moment, it solidified his belief that the two had a close relationship.

He felt dizzy, his eyes reddened, and he roared, "Zhao Xiheng, you are my wife!"

"He called you by your childhood nickname so affectionately, and you're telling me he's just an old acquaintance?"

"What else could it be?" Zhao Xiheng shook her wrist, trying to shake Wei Li's hand off her body; it pinched her a little painfully.

She didn't know who Wei Li was trying to impress. He had clearly locked her up and wouldn't let her go out for his mistress's sake, but now he was acting like he was being cuckolded.

Why should he be allowed to cheat on her? She has an old friend, and he acts like this.

Xie Qingyu's eyes were filled with heartache and hesitation, almost overflowing.

Wei Li didn't want to watch the two of them exchanging glances anymore, nor did she want to hear Zhao Xiheng explain her relationship with Xie Qingyu.

Zhao Xiheng is now his wife. What right does she have to flirt with other men? Does she even respect him?

“Young Master Wei really doesn’t like A-Dan, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so rude to her.” Xie Qingyu looked at the wrist that Wei Li was holding onto Zhao Xiheng.

A normal person would let go upon hearing this, but Wei Li was provoked by these words and exploded.

He covered Zhao Xiheng's mouth, grabbed her waist, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and walked out, giving Xie Qingyu a cold look, "You wait."

Xie Qingyu and the deputy envoy are not going to die for the time being.

Zhao Xiheng's chest pressed against Wei Li's shoulder, feeling hard and uncomfortable. She bit Wei Li's hand, but Wei Li seemed oblivious to the pain and showed no sign of letting go.

His hands were covered in thick calluses, and it ached when he gritted his teeth. Zhao Xiheng couldn't bite them, so she was both angry and anxious. Then she started nibbling on his shoulder.

The maids along the way didn't dare to look and silently lowered their heads.

The bedroom door was kicked open violently, and Wei Li threw the person onto the small couch by the window.

Zhao Xiheng was so angry that she tried to bite him again, but he grabbed her chin and pressed her down on top of him.

As their lips intertwined, Zhao Xiheng tasted the sweet and metallic flavor of blood. It definitely wasn't hers. Wei Li had bitten his tongue without realizing it, and it seemed like her tongue had brushed against his wound.

"Mmm." She clutched Wei Li's clothes, tears welling in her eyes.

He's panting... He can't breathe. When did he learn that? Who did he learn it from?

After a long while, Zhao Xiheng choked and coughed, and Wei Li finally separated from her.

He supported Zhao Xiheng's head with his right hand, preventing her from looking away.

"Zhao Xiheng, do you know that you are a married woman now?"

Zhao Xiheng coughed for a long time before finally calming down. She was quite angry, and her lips were swollen. Wei Li had locked her up and wouldn't let her out; she should be the one who was angry, not him. What was wrong with him now? He was still on top of her, and Wei Li's body was stiff and uncomfortable.

“You have a lisp…” she said coldly.

"Don't pretend I didn't see you flirting with that pretty boy!" Wei Li continued to hold the back of her head with one hand and pinch her chin with the other.

“You have a lisp…” Zhao Xiheng continued coldly.

Wei Li was furious. "Say something else."

Zhao Xiheng, “…”

"Your tongue is too big."

Wei Li leaned down and tore open her clothes to nibble at her collarbone.

Zhao Xiheng sensed that something was wrong, so she held back her tears and started sobbing, "You want to take a concubine and lock me up, and then you turn around and accuse me of flirting with someone else. I can't live like this anymore."

As soon as Zhao Xiheng started crying, Wei Li stopped. "Who the hell wants to take a concubine? Which bastard is gossiping about you?"

"You heard that the envoy brought a bunch of beauties and went to see them yourself, and you won't let me out!" Zhao Xiheng was holding back her anger, and taking advantage of her crying, she bit Wei Li's neck with all her might.

If she can't bite anywhere else, can't she bite her neck?

My neck is stinging, it feels like I'm about to bleed.

Wei Li didn't have time to answer, "So you ran out to see that pretty boy?"

"No," Zhao Xiheng mumbled.

"Then what are you going out for?"

"I'm looking for my key. I lost the key to one of my dowry chests."

At this, Wei Li's face visibly turned red, and his imposing manner weakened. "You think I would believe your nonsense?"

"Then I won't believe you either!"

"What exactly is your relationship with that pretty boy?"

"You're about to take a concubine, why do you care what my relationship with other women is?"

I already said I don't have any!

"So you're not letting me out? You won't believe me even if I look for the key!" Zhao Xiheng's teeth ached, but she let go, looking with satisfaction at the bloody teeth marks on Wei Li's neck.

I've vented my anger.