Chapter 116 Identity Problem

Liu Yueli felt like she could hardly breathe.

Pei Ji's eyes were so terrifying, filled with emotions that she couldn't understand and definitely didn't want to understand. They were like a volcano, about to erupt in the next moment and burn her to ashes!

Just when Pei Ji was only three steps away from her small desk, Liu Yueli, who had been like being nailed to the chair, suddenly burst out with an instinct for survival.

She stood up with a jerk! Her movement was so violent that she knocked over the small, delicate, pastel-colored porcelain cup in front of her.

The scalding hot tea in the cup splashed out, splashing onto the back of her hand on the table, turning it red in an instant.

"Hiss..." A burning pain came, and Liu Yueli gasped.

She didn't even look down at the back of her burned hand. Her eyes were wide open with fear, staring at the man who was already close to her. Her voice was trembling: "Master Pei? Are you looking for me?"

Pei Ji's footsteps finally stopped.

He stopped in front of Liu Yueli, his tall figure completely covering her, blocking the light coming in from the window and shrouding Liu Yueli in his shadow.

He lowered his eyelids and looked gravely at Liu Yueli's pale face. The look in his eyes was so complicated that it made people feel creepy.

Everyone in the private room felt their hearts in their throats, even their breathing became lighter, and countless eyes were fixed on these two people.

Finally, Pei Ji's lips moved.

"Miss Liu, how do the snacks at Youkang Teahouse taste?"

This question is so confusing!

Everyone was stunned.

Situ Feiyun's frown relaxed for a moment, then tightened again, completely confused as to what Pei Ji was up to. Could he really be here to pick a fight and have tea? But this posture... didn't seem like it!

Liu Yueli's mind went blank.

She imagined countless possibilities of Pei Ji getting angry, questioning him harshly, arresting him directly...

The only thing I didn’t expect was that he would ask about refreshments?

She opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry that no sound came out.

Pei Ji didn't seem to need her answer.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes slowly sweeping across Liu Yueli's bloodless cheek, and finally, fell on the back of her hand that was scalded red by the tea.

"It seems that this tea is very hot."

"Is Miss Liu so burned that she can't even hold on to her own identity?"

"boom--!"

It felt like something exploded in Liu Yueli's mind!

Identity! He really wanted this! What did he know? How much did he know?

Her vision went dark, her body swayed, and she almost fell down.

"Pei Ji!" Situ Feiyun couldn't bear it anymore!

Pei Ji's sarcastic words and the way he looked at Liu Yueli as if she were a prisoner were simply rubbing the face of the Duke of Qi's Mansion on the ground!

She took a step forward and stood in front of the shaky Liu Yueli. Although she was far less tall and imposing than Pei Ji, the pride of a young lady from the Duke of Qi's mansion made her straighten her back and raise her voice:

"What on earth do you want to do? Sister Yueli is now a guest of the Duke of Qi's Mansion, and even more so, the daughter of Prince Xuan's Mansion! If you, the Junior Minister, have any official business, please produce your documents and follow the rules! How can you threaten me in public like this? When did the Dali Temple become so unbearable?!"

She took the risk and blurted out the word "unbearable", her chest heaving with anger.

"Unbearable?" Pei Ji seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous. He finally shifted his gaze away from Liu Yueli and fell on Situ Feiyun's face who was standing in front of him.

"Miss Situ, it is not your turn to comment on how I act."

He simply didn't bother to waste words with Situ Feiyun. His gaze passed over her again and locked onto the pale-faced Liu Yueli behind him.

This time, he stopped talking nonsense and gave the order directly:

"Liu Yueli, you are suspected of an old case. Now, immediately, follow me back to the Dali Temple to be questioned."

Liu Yueli's entire body trembled violently upon hearing this. Her mind was buzzing with a single thought: It's over! He knows! He really knows!

"No... I didn't..." She shook her head subconsciously, her lips trembling, her eyes dull and full of despair.

Situ Feiyun was shocked and angry. "Old case? What old case? Where's the evidence? Where's the official document? Pei Ji! You want to arrest someone for nothing? Do you think my Qiguo Mansion is just a decoration?!"

Pei Ji didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He directly took out a dark token from his arms and slammed it heavily on the table in front of Liu Yueli, which was still dripping with tea!

On the token, the three seal characters "Dali Temple" are ferocious and glaring.

"This is the Dali Temple's token to bring someone in." Pei Ji's voice was as cold as the wind. "Is it enough? Or, Miss Situ, do you want to try and prevent the Dali Temple from handling the case? What's the penalty?"

His gaze pierced Situ Feiyun. The warning in his eyes made the pampered Second Miss Situ's heart suddenly chill, and a chill instantly ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Obstructing the Dali Temple from handling a case... This crime can be serious or minor, and Pei Ji, this madman, is really capable of doing it!

Situ Feiyun's momentum was instantly suppressed, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and his face turned pale and blue.

And the moment Pei Ji showed the token, he did not give anyone a chance to react.

He moved as fast as lightning, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Liu Yueli's wrist that was not burned.

"Ah!" Liu Yueli let out a scream. The force coming from her wrist was incredibly great, tightening like an iron clamp, and it seemed as if her bones were about to be crushed!

Her legs went limp and she staggered forward involuntarily, pulled by the force. If Pei Ji hadn't held her tightly, she would have almost collapsed to the ground.

"Let's go!" Pei Ji dragged her out with a rough movement, showing no mercy at all.

"Pei Ji! Let go!" Situ Feiyun was shocked and angry. She wanted to step forward to stop him, but Pei Ji gave her a cold look, which made her stop abruptly.

Liu Yueli was dragged by him and stumbled, her feet felt weak, and the severe pain in her wrist made her tears well up instantly, but she bit her lower lip tightly and dared not make another sound.

When she passed by Situ Feiyun, she raised her tearful eyes in panic, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading, as if silently shouting "Save me!"

Situ Feiyun was angry and anxious, but was ultimately intimidated by Pei Ji's official authority and token, and could only watch.

Pei Ji pulled Liu Yueli and strode towards the door.

He was tall and walked so fast that Liu Yueli was almost dragged off the ground by him and almost tripped several times.

Everyone in the private room had already held their breath in fear, automatically making a wider passage for themselves. No one dared to stop them, and no one dared to make a sound.

Just as they were about to step out of the private room, Liu Yueli, who had been dragged along like a lost soul, suddenly struggled with her last bit of strength, turned her head, and screamed in the direction of Situ Feiyun with all her might:

"Sister Feiyun! Save me! Go tell my mother! Go find my mother—!"

"Shut up!" Pei Ji shouted, and suddenly increased the strength in his hands and pulled hard!

Liu Yueli's eyes went dark due to the pain, and the rest of her words were blocked out, leaving only painful sobs.

Pei Ji dragged her out of the private room without mercy, and her figure disappeared at the stairs.

"Bang!" The door of the private room was closed from the outside by Pei Ji's followers, making a dull loud noise.

The loud noise seemed to have finally awakened all the petrified people in the private room.

The air was as solid as lead, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Everyone maintained their previous posture, as if they were under a spell.

Situ Feiyun was still standing there with her hand outstretched to stop him.

Just now... she almost had a head-on confrontation with that madman Pei Ji just for Liu Yueli!

For a young lady from Prince Xuan's Mansion whose background is unknown!

Situ Feiyun clenched her fists suddenly, her nails digging deep into her palms, causing a stinging pain that only made her confused mind a little clearer.

No! This is too big! Pei Ji personally arrested the person and even showed the token. This is definitely related to a major case that will shake the world!

What deadly secret is Liu Yueli hiding? Did she just call me Princess Xuan?

Situ Feiyun's heart sank to the bottom.

She turned around abruptly, not caring about her manners anymore, and ordered the personal maid she brought with her: "Quick! Prepare the car! Return home immediately! Quick!"

She must go back immediately and tell her elder brother everything that happened here without missing a word!

The Duke of Qi's Mansion must not be dragged into this muddy water without knowing what's going on!

The maid shuddered with fear, responded quickly, and stumbled downstairs to make arrangements.

Situ Feiyun also walked out in a hurry.

"Oh my God! What...what's going on?"

"Pei Shaoqing...did he capture the daughter that Prince Xuan's palace had just recognized?"

"Did you hear that? An old case! Liu Yueli is carrying an old case on her back!"

"Oh my God! Does Princess Xuan know? This newly adopted daughter was taken away by the Dali Temple in the blink of an eye! What a shame for the Xuan Palace..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! I told you! How can it be so easy to catch the wealth that falls from the sky? Look, something went wrong!"

"Second Miss Situ's face has turned blue with anger! But once Pei Shaoqing flashes that token, who dares to stop him? Dali Temple! That's the Hall of Hell!"

"Look! Miss Situ Er has left too! This is a big deal! It's definitely going to go viral!"

At this moment, Pei Ji had already dragged the almost exhausted Liu Yueli and strode out of the door of Youkang Teahouse.

The sun is glaring outside and there is a lot of traffic.

Pei Ji's carriage was parked on the side of the road, pitch black, like a silent cage.

He threw Liu Yueli towards the carriage without mercy. Liu Yueli lost her balance and screamed, slamming heavily against the cold, hard wall of the carriage. She groaned in pain, tears finally rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Pei Ji didn't even look at her, and coldly ordered the guards in tight uniforms who were waiting silently on the shaft of the carriage:

"Go back to Dali Temple."

"Yes, sir!" The guard jumped off the shaft of the carriage nimbly and lifted the heavy curtain.

Pei Ji bent down, grabbed Liu Yueli's arm, and roughly stuffed her into the dark carriage.

"Bang!"

The heavy curtains fell, blocking out all the light and noise outside.

…

Luo Zhaohan sat in the most inconspicuous corner on the second floor of Youkang Teahouse, with a plate of almost untouched osmanthus cake and a cup of cold Biluochun tea in front of him.

She was not a distinguished guest invited by Situ Feiyun, and she had no intention of currying favor with Liu Yueli, who had just been recognized by Prince Xuan's Palace.

She appeared here simply because the dim sum chef of Youkang Tea House was really good at making crab roe pastries.

She was out on some business today and passed by here. She wanted to take some back with her, so she came up to wait for a freshly baked pot.

Who would have thought that instead of getting any snacks, we would get a huge show.

She raised her head.

Pei Ji at the door was like an evil god that suddenly appeared.

There was no superfluous expression on his handsome face, except for a pair of eyes, sharp as an eagle, fixed on Liu Yueli who was sitting in the elegant seat by the window.

Luo Zhaohan frowned.

Pei Ji? The Dali Temple's Shaoqing? Why would he appear in such an occasion?

And he was so rude to Liu Yueli? The newly recognized daughter of Prince Xuan's Mansion?

The things Liu Yueli is involved in are probably shockingly serious!

She calmly withdrew her gaze, picked up the cup of cold tea and took a sip.

The bitter taste spread across the tip of the tongue, suppressing the waves in my heart.

Situ Feiyun stood up suddenly and tried to suppress Pei Ji with the power of the Duke of Qi's Mansion.

Luo Zhaohan looked at Situ Feiyun's face, which was trying to be calm but couldn't hide her shock and anger, and understood.

The second young lady wanted to protect Liu Yueli, but more importantly, she wanted to protect the reputation of her Duke Qi's Mansion and the tea party she had carefully prepared today.

Unfortunately, she picked the wrong opponent.

Sure enough, Pei Ji completely ignored Situ Feiyun's questioning.

He approached Liu Yueli step by step, and the heavy footsteps carried an invisible pressure.

He stopped in front of Liu Yueli, his tall figure completely enveloping her. Luo Zhaohan clearly saw Liu Yueli's carefully painted face, the blood draining away in an instant, even her lips trembling.

Pei Ji spoke, but asked how the snacks tasted.

Luo Zhaohan's fingers tightened slightly around the teacup. Beneath this seemingly calm question was a cold, murderous intent!

Pei Ji was testing and putting pressure on her, using a method that was almost like a cat playing with mouse to destroy Liu Yueli's psychological defenses.

Sure enough, Liu Yueli knocked over the teacup and didn't even notice the scalding tea spilling on the back of her hand.

Luo Zhaohan lowered his eyelashes. It turned out that Zha Pei Ji came for this!

There is something wrong with the identity of Liu Yueli, the daughter of Prince Xuan’s Mansion!

And it was a major problem that was big enough to alarm the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple to personally take action!

Situ Feiyun rushed forward in frustration to stop him, and Luo Zhaohan shook his head slightly in his heart.

This Second Miss Situ was still too naive. In the face of absolute power and irrefutable evidence, the so-called reputation of an aristocratic family was vulnerable.

Pei Ji showed the Dali Temple token.

Luo Zhaohan's gaze lingered on the token for a moment.

Once this token was issued, it was like ironclad evidence, like the law was undeniable. Situ Feiyun was instantly speechless.

The next scene was so fast that it was breathtaking.

Pei Ji moved as fast as lightning and grabbed Liu Yueli's slender wrist.

The force was so great that Luo Zhaohan, even at a distance, could hear the subtle sound of the joints being squeezed.

Pei Ji ignored Liu Yueli's staggering and pain, and roughly pulled her off her seat and dragged her towards the door.

Liu Yueli was dragged by him and stumbled, her hair was disheveled, and she looked as miserable as a stray dog.

Luo Zhaohan was still sitting in the corner, as if the thrilling arrest just now had nothing to do with her.

She even picked up the cup of cold tea again and took a sip. The cold tea slid down her throat, settling her chaotic thoughts.

The ladies who were chatting and laughing just now now looked pale and their hands holding the handkerchiefs were shaking slightly.