Chapter 818 Xier, Don’t Treat Me Like a Tender Girl

As soon as the absurd idea came to mind, it was quickly rejected by Song Yanxi.

Twenty thousand taels of gold is equivalent to more than two hundred thousand taels of silver.

Even Zhuang Shihan wouldn't spend so much money to kill them both.

Not to mention, what she is best at on a daily basis is using poison.

If you really want to do something to them, there's no need to go through the trouble of hiring someone to kill them.

Song Yanxi thought about it and decided to get straight to the point and ask, "Does Your Majesty have any doubts about a candidate?"

Mo Jinchuan said: "These are just some guesses, and they haven't been proven yet."

Seeing that he didn't directly mention the man's name, Song Yanxi guessed that it might be one of his brothers, and changed the subject, "There have been rumors circulating in the capital about the late crown prince's orphan. How is the investigation going, Your Highness?"

"Xi'er, do you still remember Huang Feng?"

Song Yanxi frowned, "Your Highness, are you talking about the captain next to Lin Tingfeng?"

Mo Jinchuan nodded, his eyes dim as he said, "Xi'er does have a good memory."

Hearing the hint of jealousy in his words, Song Yanxi asked helplessly, "Have you, Your Highness, forgotten that I saved his life in Mingcui Mountain?"

Mo Jinchuan said: "Of course I can't forget."

No matter how you listen to these words, they sound sarcastic and don't sound like anything nice.

Song Yanxi was about to remind him to speak properly when she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have saved Lin Tingfeng that day.

Is he feeling jealous about this?

But it had been so long, and if he hadn't mentioned it today, she would have almost forgotten it.

Facing Mo Jinchuan's deep black eyes, Song Yanxi asked, "Is the prince unhappy that I saved him?"

Mo Jinchuan: "No."

It was a time when people were needed. Even if it were him, he would not have watched Lin Tingfeng die without helping him.

As the prince of Da'an, he shouldn't be unable to distinguish the importance of this.

I just simply feel unhappy.

As a man, he could clearly perceive the changes in Lin Tingfeng.

As early as when he was in the border town, he had already wanted to go back to his wife, and even hid the divorce letter he had written without telling Zhuang Shihan.

After hurting her and betraying him so much before, he still wanted to reconcile with Xier. He didn't even take a piss to see if he was worthy of her.

If he hadn't been despicable and deliberately acted like a hero saving a beauty, how could Xier have ever even glanced at him?

If a man has to do that, he might as well just die.

Although Mo Jinchuan didn't say anything else, Song Yanxi looked at the changes in his expression and always felt that he was secretly cursing Lin Tingfeng in his heart.

She handed him a piece of cake and said, trying not to laugh, "You must be tired of scolding me. Eat something to fill your stomach."

Mo Jinchuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said unhappily: "Xi'er, don't treat me like a spoiled child."

Although his mouth is tough, his hands are obviously more honest than his mouth.

Song Yanxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips and coaxed him, "Don't let your imagination run wild. No matter who it was that day, as a doctor, I couldn't just sit back and watch."

Seeing that Mo Jinchuan didn't react, she thought for a moment and said, "If he gets hurt again next time, even if he dies in front of me, I will never attack him again."

She thought that it would be difficult to have such an opportunity again until Lin Tingfeng received justice.

Even if there really is, she won't care.

People like him deserve to die in agony and torture.

But before he died, they wanted to seek justice for the innocent soldiers who died in the border town and whose names were not even recorded.

There were also those soldiers who had the hope of preserving their hands and feet, but because Zhuang Shihan was eager to show off, they had to become disabled and suffer for the rest of their lives.

Whatever Zhuang Shihan owed them, Old Liu recorded it for her in a small notebook.

If nothing unexpected happens, Shitou and his men will be able to take the lives of those 300 soldiers and send the accounts to the capital next month.

Then, it will be time to settle accounts with them.

The people in the border town who died in vain from the plague, and the innocent people like Sister Chunhua who trusted Zhuang Shihan but died at her hands while testing drugs.

They deserve justice in their afterlife.

Mo Jinchuan looked at the lines on the cake in his hand and said calmly, "I'm not such a petty person."

If she hadn't seen the curve of his lips, Song Yanxi might have really believed what he said.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly and whispered, "I only like those with small hearts."

Mo Jinchuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes clearly filled with joy.

He wanted Song Yanxi to repeat what she had just said, but when the words came to his lips, he restrained himself.

Xier likes upright and honest men, but she doesn't like them to be too reckless.

Song Yanxi had no idea what Mo Jinchuan was thinking. She just thought he was putting on airs, so she stopped being so frivolous and started talking to him about serious matters.

Seeing this, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but think that he was right.

Compared to the smooth-talking Lin Tingfeng, Xier still prefers people who get things done.

Just like him.

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The closer the wedding date gets, the stronger the feeling of uneasiness in Zhuang Shihan's heart becomes.

She called Bai Qing and asked, "How are the wedding dress preparations going? Don't let the important work get delayed."

Although she was not really looking forward to it, this wedding was a symbol of shame for her.

But after all, it is her lifelong event. Even if she doesn't like it, she can't be careless and make a fool of herself.

Not only did she have to hold this wedding banquet, she also wanted to make it a grand affair, letting everyone in the world know that although she was Lin Tingfeng's concubine, she had the final say in the entire general's mansion.

From then on, she was the only mistress in the general's mansion.

By that time, she wondered if there was anyone who would be so blind as to laugh at her status as a co-wife behind her back!

Bai Qing took two steps forward and, while massaging Zhuang Shihan's shoulders, he said, "Don't worry, Boss. I just went over to check this morning. The embroiderers dare not be careless at all."

Hearing this, Zhuang Shihan's irritable mood finally calmed down a bit, and she said perfunctorily: "You have worked hard during this period. After Brother Feng and I get married, I will give you a few days off to rest well."

Bai Qing quickly thanked him.

Zhuang Shihan said impatiently, "How many times have I told you that there aren't so many rules here."

She frowned, "It's just a small thing. There's no need to act so grateful all the time. It looks fake."

Hearing this fake word, the corners of Bai Qing's mouth twitched. He lowered his eyes, suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes and said respectfully: "The boss is teaching you a lesson."

Zhuang Shihan pressed his brow and said, "Then remember what I said and don't make me waste my words anymore.

You should know that I trained you to be the boss, to be able to stand on your own in the future, not to be a servile lackey."

Bai Qing responded with a yes, but the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.

When he first followed her, she treated him like a slap in the face and a sweet date in the mouth, teaching him what loyalty meant like training a dog.

What? Now you think he's a dog with no temper?

If he really bites her suddenly, she probably won't be happy.

Your Highness is right, this woman is a lunatic.

The two of them, crazy together, are a perfect match.

Seeing Bai Qing keeping his head down and not saying anything, Zhuang Shihan thought she had spoken too harshly and sighed, "I expected too much of you and forgot you're just an ordinary person.

Forget it, let’s take our time later.”

Bai Qing hurriedly thanked him.

Thinking of something, he asked tentatively, "The boss's wedding dress has been cut. Would you like to go to the embroidery workshop to confirm the style?"