Chapter 166: Turning Grief and Anger into Appetite

Jiang Fei suddenly fell limply onto the bed, burying her face in the quilt.

"Are you crying?" the system asked cautiously.

"roll!"

The system knew it was in the wrong and didn't dare to retort. After a while, seeing that Jiang Fei's shoulders were still twitching, it couldn't help but ask, "Are you still going to do this mission?"

"Don't mention any missions to me now."

"Oh." The system thought for a moment, then said, "Well... Pei Jing's small nuclear reactor is gone, and it's unresponsive. However, his favorability towards you hasn't dropped at all, and it's stuck at 80."

Jiang Fei didn't even twitch her shoulders anymore, she just buried her head in the quilt and cried quietly, and her tears were getting louder and louder.

After being single for twenty-four years, she finally fell in love, but ended up having to extinguish it with her own hands.

She had said such harsh words, was that person stupid? Why didn't he hate her a little?

The more Jiang Fei thought about it, the more upset she felt, and her tears soaked a large area of ​​the quilt.

After traveling through time until now, the system has always thought that this host is heartless, but it didn't expect that he would be so uncontrollable once he started crying.

In fact, this host is quite good. She is focused on completing the task. There are not many hosts as motivated as her.

Many of them just give up after traveling through time, probably because they have been dead for a long time. If the host is given ten years, she might also give up.

The system had no choice but to apologize: "I admit that I was wrong. I was assigned this task by the main system and I never expected it to be so complicated."

Jiang Fei said in a muffled voice: "What's the point of you saying this now?"

"Host..." The system's voice was filled with a rare hesitation. "Actually, I just secretly checked the hidden terms."

Jiang Fei ignored it and continued crying.

"Actually, the mission rules are not completely inflexible."

Jiang Fei raised her head suddenly, tears still on her face, "What do you mean?"

The system said: "According to the hidden terms, if the host can complete the ultimate mission goal, in addition to returning to the previous world as a reward, you can also choose to go to other worlds."

Jiang Fei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Does that mean that as long as she completes the mission and does not return to modern times, the system can still arrange an identity for her here?

"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet." The system said, "But you can only go to a random world. Based on the current world line, the probability of randomly arriving in this world is..."

The system quickly calculated the answer, but was a little hesitant to speak it out, so it whispered, "0.1%, so the system doesn't prompt by default."

This time, Jiang Fei didn't even bother to curse and just buried herself in the quilt.

…

Pei Jing rode his horse out of Beijing overnight and went to Tingquan Mountain. The night wind whistled past his ears along the way, but it could not blow away the burning pain in his heart.

The mountain road was winding. He dismounted and climbed up the steps. When he reached halfway up the mountain, he realized that the night had quietly faded away, revealing a hint of dawn.

Pei Jing sat down on a stone by the roadside, watching the path winding and disappearing around the corner, and suddenly realized that this place was very familiar, where Jiang Fei had once lay.

The stone surface was very cold, with no residual warmth left. He lay down in the same position as she did in his memory.

The sky was obscured by the broad branches of the trees, leaving only fragmented sunlight. From this angle, the world seemed completely different.

It was still the lush green midsummer then, but now it is already autumn with withered grass and yellow trees.

He didn't dare to think about what Jiang Fei said a second time. His heart was in a mess and he felt so much pain inside that his internal organs were turning over and over, but surprisingly he didn't lose control.

Duan Jiu and the secret guards didn't dare to get too close all night, and watched from a distance.

Seeing that the prince came all the way here but didn't go up the mountain, and just lay down where Miss Jiang Er had slept before, I felt really sad.

Before long, Wei Mingzhen was in his new room with a soft couch and a beautiful woman in his arms, while the prince could only hold a big rock. How pitiful.

The secret guard whispered, "The prince didn't get sick this time."

This was a nice remark, but it gave Duan Jiu an epiphany. If he got sick, it would be fine. He could vent his anger after the attack and then be at peace for a few days. But if he held it in like this, it would seem like a bigger storm was brewing.

Pei Jing did not go up the mountain that day. He lay on the rock for a while and then went down the mountain and returned to the palace.

The old housekeeper waited for the prince to return and went to Xiesongzhai to ask for instructions, but was stopped by Duan Jiu, "The prince is not in a position to handle matters right now."

After that, Pei Jing in the room said calmly, "Let him in."

The old housekeeper came into the room and reported: "Your Highness, we have found about thirty embroiderers in the capital."

When Duan Jiu heard this, he felt like the sky was falling. He was really bringing up something that was not related to the topic. Wasn't he just trying to hurt people's feelings?

The old housekeeper was still poking at Pei Jing's heart. "These embroiderers are all top-notch. The rest need to be found from all over the place, which will probably take some time. But these thirty embroiderers can start making the clothes first. When the rest of the embroiderers arrive, we can continue the work. However, the clothes still need to be measured for the bride."

Pei Jing supported his forehead with his hand, his face gloomy, and he immediately recited a few numbers, "Cut it out according to this."

The butler wanted to say that the most accurate measurement would come from the tailor himself, but when he saw Duan Jiu winking frantically, he quickly retreated.

Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

The maid Zi Fu poured Wei Ciying a cup of tea and said with a cheerful look, "The palace has been actively looking for embroiderers these days. I heard they want a hundred of them."

Wei Ciying was writing a letter. She put down her pen and said with a smile, "One hundred? That's a bit too extravagant."

Zi Fu smiled and said, "Miss, you're right. The prince clearly values ​​you. It's already very grand that he had twenty embroiderers for the Third Young Master's wedding attire."

"The imperial edict hasn't been issued yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Wei Ciying said deliberately, but her ears turned red.

"The imperial decree is a matter of time," Zi Fu leaned in and whispered, "If it wasn't set in stone, why would the prince have the wedding dress embroidered in advance?"

Wei Ciying has been very nervous these days, and only now can she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After dealing with Pei Jing, the next step is to eliminate the hidden danger of Jiang Linyuan. After Jiang Rufei marries into the Marquis' Mansion, she will slowly settle their grudges with her. Everything is going according to her plan.

…

Pei Jing at the Wang Mansion had no appetite, but Jiang Fei at the Jiang Mansion was overeating.

Jiang Fei finished three bowls of rice, and her stomach was already a little uncomfortable. She put the bowl down and said, "Half a bowl more."

The system couldn't help but ask, "Other people can't eat after a breakup, why do you seem to be celebrating?"

Jiang Fei fiercely picked at the rice in the bowl: "I'm turning my grief and anger into appetite!"

Wen Zhu and Jiu Tao looked at each other, watching their young lady wolfing down the food like a refugee who hadn't eaten for three days.

"This is already the fourth bowl." Wen Zhu said in shock.

Jiu Tao quickly excused herself, "Although I can eat it, it's not contagious."

Wen Zhu knew what was going on. Her brother asked the secret guard to send her a message saying that the prince and the young lady had broken up.

The one who suffers the most is Wen Zhu, who is now stuck in an awkward situation.

Since they have broken up, should she return to the palace or continue to stay with the young lady to protect her? No one tells her what to do next, as if she has been forgotten.

Fortunately, no one from the palace came to ask her about Miss Jiang Er's situation. She couldn't say that the young lady could eat four bowls of rice at each meal since she broke up with the prince. That would probably make the prince even more angry and unable to eat.

Jiang Fei was so full that she felt like vomiting. She finally put down the bowl, wiped her mouth and asked, "How's Pei Jing?"

Wen Zhuxin said, "Aunt, you finally said this. If the prince asks about it later, maybe this sentence can save her life when she reports."

"The prince was heartbroken that night," Wen Zhu exaggerated. "Feeling he had nowhere else to go, he went to Tingquan Mountain and lay down halfway up the mountain where the young lady had lain until dawn. After returning, he locked himself in his room. He didn't eat anything for the past few days, but he drank several jars of wine."

Wen Zhu wanted to say, this must be heartbreaking, right? What a pitiful and affectionate prince!

Then I heard Jiang Fei say, "Another bowl."

Wen Zhu and Jiu Tao: "..."