On Our Wedding Night, the Forcibly Married Prince Presses Me to Bow

Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...

Chapter 153 I didn't expect him to be so weak

Wei Teng sneered: "I know you're a marquis now and riding high, but even so, you can't steal my woman."

Wei Yan's face darkened.

"Who's your woman? Can't you speak normally?"

Wei Teng pointed at Yun Shu and said, "She is my woman. We've been together for a long time, and she's carrying my child."

Yun Shu hardened her fist.

The spear was about to be swung again.

Wei Yan pressed down on her hand.

"Don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson."

He glanced coldly at Wei Teng and ordered, "Apologize."

Wei Teng chuckled.

"I'm just telling the truth, why should I apologize? You're the one who should apologize, for insisting on taking my shoes."

"Then don't blame me for being impolite."

Wei Yan handed the musket to Yun Shu and then attacked Wei Teng.

Wei Teng laughed as he retaliated.

"You've only been a marquis for a few days and you've already become so arrogant, actually trying to fight me with your bare hands. Do you think you can beat me without a musket?"

I can beat you even without a musket.

Wei Yan said expressionlessly.

Wei Teng assumed he was talking in his sleep.

Let alone one Wei Yan, even ten Wei Yans wouldn't be a match for him.

Moreover, Wei Yan's arms were reattached.

It's probably going to fall apart after only a few hits.

Thinking of this, Wei Teng deliberately attacked Wei Yan's shoulder.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

Wei Yan's movements were completely erratic, and he couldn't predict his next move at all.

Moreover, Wei Yan's arms were incredibly strong; he had to use all his strength to block a single punch from him.

It is said that brute force can overcome any skill, and before long, Wei Teng was at a disadvantage, being beaten back and forth by Wei Yan like a punching bag.

He soon felt that two of his ribs were broken, and he couldn't help but panic.

"Stop hitting him! Stop it now!"

Wei Yan seemed not to hear, his fists swinging tirelessly until Wei Teng was beaten beyond recognition and collapsed on the ground like a tattered sack.

"Now you should know how to apologize, right?"

Wei Yan looked down at Wei Teng, who was lying on his back on the ground, and said indifferently.

Wei Teng was in pain all over his body, so much so that he couldn't utter a single word.

He stared blankly at Wei Yan, finding it hard to believe that he had been defeated by a sickly man who had lost an arm.

Just a few months ago, this sickly man couldn't even walk a few steps.

Did Xiao Qingyin give this sickly boy Qilin blood to drink?

It somehow made him so strong and powerful.

The thought that he had lost even to Wei Yan in his proud martial arts caused Wei Teng's blood to boil, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted completely.

Wei Yan: "..."

Was Wei Teng really that weak?

He really overestimated him before.

Yun Shu thought Wei Teng was faking fainting, so she came over and kicked him a few times, only to find that he hadn't even blinked.

He scoffed, "I thought he was all that, being tall and strong, but he's utterly pathetic."

Wei Yan wholeheartedly agreed.

"I didn't expect him to be so weak."

Yun Shu smiled.

"Actually, he's not that weak. You're the stronger one. Your arms are really strong. If you could practice your boxing, you wouldn't have to spend so much time beating him down next time."

Wei Yan smiled broadly.

"Really? But I don't know which martial art to learn. Do you have any recommendations?"

"My master taught me an 18-style Iron Fist, which I think is pretty good. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"I want to learn!"

...

The two returned to their residence after talking. Wei Teng lay on the ground for a while before someone from the Duke of Anguo's mansion came and carried him back.

When Aunt Chang saw his miserable state, she was so shocked that she almost fainted.

"Quickly, call the imperial physician over!"

She cried out in panic.

After examining the patient, the physician said with a grave expression, "The organ damage is not significant, but five ribs are broken. It will take three to five months to recover."

Aunt Chang's face darkened.

After the physician left, she questioned Wei Teng, who had just regained consciousness: "Who injured you?"

"Wei Yan".

Wei Teng said weakly.

"What?!"

Aunt Chang found it hard to believe.

"He could beat you up like this? Did he do it himself?"

"Yes."

Wei Teng suppressed his anger and told Aunt Chang the whole story.

After hearing this, Aunt Chang wanted nothing more than to slap him.

"Even if you wanted to annoy Wei Yan, you could have just spread some rumors. Why did you have to personally go to that girl's door? That's giving her too much credit!"

Wei Teng remained silent.

He knew he had acted without thinking, but he had been feeling so stressed these past few days and wanted to vent.

Wei Yan cares so much about that girl. If I could snatch her away from him right in front of him, I could definitely give him a good beating.

Marrying her is definitely out of the question; that girl isn't even worthy of being his concubine.

I just wanted to have some fun.

I never expected to suffer such a big setback.

"You should focus on recovering from your injury first."

Aunt Chang said with a stern face.

"Leave this to me."

With her son so badly injured, Wei Yan and that little bitch won't have a good life.

...

Wei Yan didn't take dealing with Wei Teng to heart.

Emperor Chengtai bestowed upon him a marquis's mansion.

The Hou Mansion is not far from Mingde Road. It had been vacant for quite some time and many parts needed renovation.

The mother and son are still living in the Ning residence, and plan to move to the Marquis's mansion after the renovations are completed.

Wei Yan was in charge of overseeing the renovations. He ran back and forth between the Ning residence and the Marquis's mansion every day. Although he was a little tired, he was very happy.

That day, when he came to the Marquis's residence to supervise the construction, he found the craftsmen gathered together whispering. Just as he was wondering what they were discussing, a sharp-eyed craftsman saw him and immediately signaled the others to shut up.

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