Did she cry herself unconscious?

Leng Mo was worried that the princess would laugh herself to death.

He swallowed hard and stammered as he told the two worried men everything he had seen.

Bu Yu thought he had misheard. A young woman, after getting married, didn't have a wedding ceremony or a husband to enter the bridal chamber. Not only was she not sad, but she also drank and celebrated with the servants.

What... what kind of weirdo has Ye taken a fancy to?

Feeling a sudden chill rise, his gaze slowly shifted to Ye.

Xuan Mingye clenched his fists in anger, his eyes turning from black to deep purple. He wished he could go over there right now, grab the little wildcat, and give it a good beating.

You must endure it!

If it's exposed so quickly, we won't be able to control what happens next.

"Master! Your subordinate..." Leng Mo was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say to comfort his master. Before he could finish speaking, he was sent flying by Bu Yu's palm.

Seeing this, Wuya understood and stepped outside. He went over and helped Leng Mo up from the ground, muttering in a low voice, "Are you crazy? How could you tell such a thing?"

“If I don’t tell you, who knows what will happen if the master goes there and sees the scene himself? You didn’t see it, Miss Qian…” Leng Mo told Wuya the details he had tried to suppress earlier, and Wuya was stunned for a long time.

Countless noble ladies have fallen in love with the War King. If it weren't for the War King's deliberate spread of those rumors, matchmakers would have been lining up at the gates of his mansion long ago. Miss Qian is indeed an extraordinary woman. Any man who knew that his bride was so presumptuous would feel utterly humiliated.

Boom!

Feeling the ground shake, the two turned around at the same time and saw a large hole in the wall of the room they had just been in.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or I'll get skinned alive too." Wuya grabbed Lengmo and leaped up, leaving as fast as he could.

Inside the house, Bu Yu was in a terrible predicament. He stood there watching Ye vent his anger with force; if another wall was torn down, the roof would collapse. To avoid being seen by outsiders, he had no choice but to step forward and stop Ye's rage.

"Hmph!" Xuan Mingye snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and sat down. He wanted to take a sip of tea, but when he reached out, he found that all the cups on the table were broken on the ground.

Without waving his hand, a cup of tea landed in his hand, and he handed the cup to Ye.

Ye tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp, but still felt uncomfortable. He turned around and left the room, appearing at the back door of Qian Youxue's house with lightning speed.

Fearing something might happen, he hurriedly followed. But before he could even steady himself, he heard a silvery laugh coming from inside.

Fortunately, Uncle Long set up a barrier in this courtyard; otherwise, if the spies had heard this sound, it would have caused another scandal in the city the next day.

"Qian Youxue!" Xuan Mingye spat out three words through gritted teeth, his veins bulging with anger, and he raised his foot to kick the door.

Without reacting quickly, he knocked Xuan Mingye unconscious with a single palm strike, lest things get really messy later.

From the shadows, Leng Xue suddenly appeared in front of Bu Yu, carrying Xuan Ming Ye on his back and rushing towards the backyard.

Inside the room, Qian Youxue was a little drunk. Recalling the days the original owner spent in the Qian family, her eyes couldn't help but redden.

Seeing her mistress's sadness, Yunhe said, "Miss, it's all in the past now. You are free now."

"Yunhe, what nonsense are you talking about? A woman is said to obey her husband after marriage. Now that you've married His Highness the War King and become the War King's Consort, Miss will only face more constraints in the future." Mei'er quickly corrected Yunhe's words, lest her mistress actually take her words to heart and do whatever she wanted in the palace.