Chapter 148

"Reject him."

In front of him was an aggressive young man, and behind him, through the window, was his cousin whom he had grown up with since childhood.

Wen Shu subconsciously held her breath, and when she saw the faint smile on the young man's lips, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Her past life experience told her that Pei Lingjun must be up to something bad.

He was acting very strangely now, and Wen Shu was afraid that he would do something outrageous again, so she had no choice but to raise her voice and say, "Cousin, I'll go back first today. Thank you for the pastries. I will definitely take my mother and brother to the Lu residence at the end of the year."

There was a long pause outside the carriage. Wen Shu felt her heart was in her throat before she heard Lu Jiang say, "Alright, if there is any trouble that you have to deal with, be sure to tell me."

After Lu Jiang left, Wen Shu finally came to her senses and looked at the 'unavoidable trouble' that Lu Jiang had mentioned, her heart pounding back into her stomach.

"Cousin Lu is gone, you...you can go now."

The young man's white cloak was layered on top of the woman's clothes. He leaned against the window with one hand and knelt on one knee beside the woman's legs, completely enveloping her in his small space.

If you look down, you can smell the fragrance in her hair; it smells wonderful.

"Why bother asking outsiders when you want to know what happened fifteen years ago?" The young man relaxed and half-squatted down to hold Wen Shu's slightly cool hands.

When the old story was brought up, the young man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his long, thick eyelashes seemed to be still. It took Wen Shu a long time to hear the man speak.

"A lot happened 15 years ago."

...

"It's terrible! Your Majesty, Marquis Ningyuan has been assassinated and is dead!"

"What?"

What's going on?

At Qionglin Villa, the royal family and high-ranking officials of Jijing held a grand banquet to welcome the triumphant return of Marquis Ningyuan, Pei Yan.

However, before the banquet could begin, news of Pei Yan's assassination attempt arrived first.

At the banquet, some were frightened and confused, some secretly pleased, and some watched from the sidelines.

Pei Lingjun was only ten years old at the time. Dressed in fine clothes, he grabbed the kneeling guard and angrily asked, "What did you say?!"

The guard trembled, "The Marquis of Ningyuan... he's dead!"

"Mother! Mother, what's wrong?!" The woman's terrified voice came the next moment. Ten-year-old Pei Lingjun turned around abruptly and saw his mother faint in his sister's arms.

The sky has fallen over the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion.

Their father will never come back.

His hands were trembling, Wen Shu could feel it. The events of fifteen years ago were a secret in his heart, and every time he brought them up, it was like reopening a scabbed wound.

He recalled the unbearable pain again and again.

Wen Shu felt a little reluctant and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"My father died, and my mother fell seriously ill afterward. When she woke up, she was sometimes confused and disoriented, unable to remember her father's death or that her brother had already passed away..."

Wen Shu suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for him and tentatively asked, "So, you didn't inherit the title because of the First Madam?"

Pei Lingjun nodded, his expression relaxed. "As long as I don't inherit the title, my mother will still feel that my father is alive. That's one of the few things my mother has left to think about."

No wonder everyone addresses him as the heir apparent, yet makes no mention of the Marquis of Ningyang.

"Didn't you want to know how Father died?" Pei Lingjun raised his eyes, his raven-white eyelashes fluttering. He then lowered his head and rested it on Wen Shu's lap. "It was Cai Shi."