Chapter 51 Chapter 51 She was not born to be anyone’s prey…

A person suddenly jumped out, and Mrs. Tong was startled. She was about to ask who was so ignorant of etiquette, but when she looked at the face with a hairband, the beautiful eyebrows were not suppressed at all, but made it look more bold and handsome, and listened to what he said, she recognized him.

"Second Young Master is a lucky man. From now on, this huge Marquis of Pingning Mansion and this wealth like a gold mountain will all belong to you. Unlike me, your daughter with an unlucky fate, I am afraid I have no hope in the future." As for Pei Huaiguang's previous words about being willing to support Wu Jingxun, Madam Tong did not take it to heart. Those high-sounding words spoken by men are rarely fulfilled and most of them are just nice words now. Madam Tong can almost imagine how miserable Wu Jingxun will be after Pei Erlang gets married and has children.

After listening to Mrs. Tong's sarcastic remarks, Wu Jingxun raised her eyebrows slightly. Her uncle was not a good-tempered man.

"I have little education, please don't laugh at me, madam. But isn't there a folk saying, 'Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years'? Madam, you can't assume that all promises made by others are empty words just because you were deceived, right?" Pei Huaiguang stood leisurely, watching Madam Tong's suddenly changed expression, and then turned to Wu Jingxun.

Ever since they welcomed back Pei Jinguang's belongings and held a banquet for his burial, they had not spoken to each other. At most, they exchanged a faint glance when they met, but it was as fast as thin clouds in the warm spring light, which melted away in a little exposure, leaving him without even a trace of thought.

She is always so cruel.

Unfortunately, he never forgot his punishment and the moment he saw her, he just wanted to get close to her.

Madam Tong's voice was sharp. "You are the noble lady destined to inherit the title of Marquis of Pingning, yet the Second Young Master has completely disregarded propriety and decency. It's ridiculous that I, Jingxun, married into your Pei family to be the wife of this idiotic Crown Prince. Logically, the old Marquis of Pingning has passed away, and the Crown Prince should have inherited the title long ago. Now that he's gone, it's only natural that you inherit the title. I can't help but wonder if Madam Qiong is being partial, leaving the title to her youngest son while treating the eldest poorly."

This was a bit too much. Wu Jingxun frowned and warned, "Mother is too heartbroken and has gone a little crazy. Brother will be admitted to the hospital for exams in just over a month. Mother, please pay more attention to him and let me stay quietly by your husband's side."

This damn girl, isn't she also fighting for something for herself?! With just the empty title of Duke's Wife and a few boxes of gold given to her, how can she support the rest of her life? She might as well find a man to marry sooner rather than later.

The mother and daughter glared at each other. Pei Huaiguang saw it, and the cold smile on the corner of his lips completely disappeared.

"Madam, do you not believe that I can support my sister-in-law for the rest of her life?"

There is a subtle difference between raising and providing for someone.

Wu Jingxun used his eyes to warn Pei Huaiguang not to go crazy.

Madam Tong snorted. She knew that Erlang, who had just been brought back to the Marquis of Pingning's Mansion, was actually a fool. He was illiterate and not a soldier like his brother. Even if he inherited the title in the future, he would most likely be a mediocre waste.

In the city of Jinling where a thrown brick could hit several officials, in a few years, Prince Pei's military glory would gradually fade, and the Marquis Pingning's Mansion would soon become deserted.

"Words are not enough, can you give me some proof?"

"Of course, a certificate must be issued. But it shouldn't be given to Madam, but to Sister-in-law." Pei Huaiguang's gaze never left Wu Jingxun. Seeing her frowning and unhappy face, his voice was low and hoarse, but it inexplicably revealed a sense of seriousness. "I am willing to share everything I have with Sister-in-law: power, wealth, prestige... There is no reason for me to refuse Sister-in-law anything she desires."

Midsummer has passed, leaving only the afterglow of the heat. It rained last night, and the dewdrops falling from the eaves hit the green branches and leaves, making a muffled sound. The sound was not loud, but the flower hall was silent at this time, and the three of them did not speak for a while.

Wu Jingxun was glad that she had known that Madam Tong would say something unpleasant, so she asked Cuiping and the others to go down in advance. Otherwise, if Pei Huaiguang said such words, others would inevitably misunderstand them.

...Naturally, Wu Jingxun suspected that Pei Huaiguang said this on purpose to cause misunderstanding.

Mrs. Tong's displeasure slowly turned into something else after hearing Pei Huaiguang's words. She pulled her daughter's hand over, and just as she touched it, she felt her daughter's coldness and resistance. Mrs. Tong didn't care, she just pulled her away and said in a low voice, "Is this Pei Erlang a fool?"

Wu Jingxun didn't know whether she should be thankful that her mother didn't misunderstand, or whether this relationship was too taboo, so taboo that Mrs. Tong subconsciously avoided the idea.

"The old lady and the others treated me very well. Mother, you don't have to worry. I don't want to marry again." Wu Jingxun said briefly. Seeing Madam Tong's grim expression, she added, "Even if my later years are miserable, I will not cause trouble to my brother and my future sister-in-law and nephew. Mother, don't worry."

This damn girl, why is she speaking so bluntly?

Madam Tong looked at Pei Huaiguang angrily and said, "Forget it. No matter what documents you sign or what promises you make, a daughter once married is like spilled water. I can't control it anymore. Whether you live in wealth and prosperity or poverty and desolation in the future, you will have to bear it yourself!"

After saying that, the man left.

Only Wu Jingxun and Pei Huaiguang were left in the flower hall.

Pei Huaiguang looked at her back and whispered, "Don't want to get married again? What my sister-in-law means is that she is willing to stay here and share everything with me."

What kind of dream is this person having in broad daylight?

Wu Jingxun turned her head. The sunlight was not very scorching under the continuous rain, and it fell on her fair and beautiful face, with a hazy feeling of rain.

"My mother was disrespectful first, so I didn't say anything in front of her. But what you said is too serious. Everything you have should naturally be shared with your future wife and children. I am only the eldest son's sister-in-law. You don't need to serve and support me."

Wu Jingxun's attitude was cold, and her skirt brushed against the steps covered with damp moss. Pei Huaiguang knew that he was no different from the dark and slippery moss.

A familiar and refreshing breath suddenly approached, and Wu Jingxun couldn't help but tense up, but she saw that he just bent down and straightened the hem of her skirt that was stained with a little green.

"Sister-in-law, do you hate this moss?" You must hate the feeling of being suddenly stuck to it. "It's hard to wash off once it gets on your skirt."

The question was inexplicable. Wu Jingxun took two steps back cautiously, and the hem of her skirt was pulled out of his hand, leaving only a faint scent of jasmine.

Ever since Pei Jinguang left, Wu Jingxun has always felt that something is not right with Pei Huaiguang's condition. Something suppressed beneath the calmness is like a sea monster that can suddenly rise from the turbulent water at any time and swallow her in one bite.

But she was not born to be anyone's prey.

Wu Jingxun remained silent and didn't answer. The vigilance and coldness in his eyes were particularly obvious. Pei Huaiguang straightened up and said slowly, "You should stay at home for the next few days. If anyone invites you out, don't go."

The conflict between Emperor Zhou Qing and Prince Rong gradually surfaced, and both sides seemed unwilling to endure any longer. Pei Huaiguang was not only busy with the burial of Pei Jinguang's clothes and hat, but the knife called Pearl also did not stop drinking blood.

Hearing what he said, Wu Jingxun looked over and saw obvious bloodshot eyes beside the boy's clear amber eyes.

He looked very tired, with a pale and handsome face and a white headband on his head. At first glance, he really looked like a good brother who was extremely sad about the death of his brother.

Wu Jingxun thought of Prince Rong and Princess Changyi, and lowered his eyes wearily: "How can we guard against thieves for a thousand days?" It would be better to have a quick fight.

Pei Huaiguang gave her a meaningful look and said, "It's almost there."

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Inside Prince Rong's Mansion

Princess Changyi injured her leg and could only lie in bed to recuperate. As she listened to the news about Pei Jinguang brought by the maids, a cold smile appeared on her pretty face, which had become much thinner due to the pain.

Zhou Changyu happened to come over to see her. Seeing Princess Changyi's gloomy expression, he subconsciously clenched his fist and asked, "Is your leg injury feeling any better?"

Princess Changyi got angry when this matter was mentioned.

Wu Jingxun actually dared to hurt her, and he did it very beautifully, leaving her no clues to follow and investigate the case.

Princess Changyi felt the pain from her injured leg with a sullen face and said impatiently, "It's still the same."

His sister had been spoiled since she was a child. Now that she was injured and lying in bed unable to go anywhere, she was naturally unhappy.

Zhou Changyu didn't argue with her, and just said casually, "It's a good thing that you take good care of your injuries. The envoys from Beiyi will be coming next month, and there will inevitably be polo games and a forest banquet. It will be very noisy, so you'd better rest more."

Zhou Changyu knew that his sister was actually a competitive person. She liked to compete with the two princesses of the emperor's uncle's family in everything. If she missed such an opportunity to show off, she would definitely feel upset for a while.

Princess Changyi remained silent with a sour face. Zhou Changyu thought for a moment and realized there was something important going on: "After next month, the end of the month will be Mother's death anniversary, her fortieth birthday. According to Father's date, we must make every effort to celebrate. You need to pay close attention to it, understand?"

The father usually looked smiling and good-tempered, but Zhou Changyu could not forget the man's furious look when his three-year-old sister accidentally pulled down the tassel curtain that his mother had woven for his father.

When Princess Rong was mentioned, something subtly wrong appeared on Princess Changyi's face, but then she was filled with joy.

Wu Jingxun's good days are finally coming to an end.

This time, she wanted to see who could save her.