Chapter 93 Hiding a Beauty in a Golden House Looking at the ribbon tied around her slender ankle…

"This is really strange. When did Pingyi get wolves? Those wolves are bullies who prey on the weak. As soon as they saw us carrying farm tools, they didn't dare to come near and ran away."

Village chief Tian Feng wiped the sweat from his brow, then, remembering something, quickly turned and called to Luo Qinzhi, "Today is your big day! Hurry, go back and see your wife!"

"It would be terrible if something important got delayed."

Luo Qinzhi gripped the hoe tightly. His right eye had been twitching uncontrollably since the beginning, and he felt a vague unease in his heart.

Upon hearing this, he hurriedly ran home, only to find his mother sitting at home wiping away tears, while Pei Mingli and Feng Yujiao stood silently to the side.

Luo Qin ran back, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

His throat was incredibly dry, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "...Mother, what's wrong? Where's Feiyi?"

Upon hearing his question, Aunt Luo wiped away her tears even more forcefully, crying out, "My son! My poor, unfortunate son!"

Luo Qinzhi's eyes slowly turned bloodshot and red. He wiped away the tears on his face and turned to look at Pei Mingli and his wife beside him: "Brother Pei, tell me, where exactly did Feiyi go?"

“I knew all along that we shouldn’t be together, and I never imagined she would even look at me. I knew she was going to leave.”

"But... it shouldn't have been this fast, it shouldn't have been... it shouldn't have been such a sudden departure!"

Seeing Luo Qinzhi's almost frantic state, Pei Mingli unconsciously frowned, reached out to control his somewhat uncontrollable body, and protected Feng Yujiao.

"Qinzhi, calm down. My sister left you a letter. You can read it first before we talk."

Luo Qinzhi tremblingly took the thin piece of paper, staring at the handwriting until his knuckles turned white: "No...she wouldn't say something like that!"

"Someone must have forced her! She didn't write this!"

Pei Mingli's expression was rather unpleasant. Seeing that Luo Qinzhi was about to rush out, he reached out and forcefully grabbed him, slamming him to the ground!

How could Luo Qinzhi, a weak scholar, possibly be his match? He was thrown to the ground in a sorry state, but he also regained some of his senses.

“Wake up. You don’t know her, but I do. This is my sister’s handwriting.”

"If someone had forced her to write it down, the handwriting wouldn't be so natural!"

"Qinzhi, I am very grateful for your help to my brother and me, but this is my sister's life-long marriage. Even though you have been kind to me, I will not go against her wishes."

"Now that the person is gone, you should give up on that idea."

Seeing this, Aunt Luo felt a pang of heartache. She reached out to help her son up, and seeing that he seemed dejected, he nodded: "Alright, then I won't bother you anymore..."

Before Pei Mingli could even relax, the person on the stool suddenly stood up and rushed out, leaving the Luo family before anyone could react!

"not good!"

Pei Mingli quickly followed, leaving Feng Yujiao to comfort Aunt Luo.

"Don't worry, Auntie, Mingli has already gone after him, he'll definitely be fine!"

Even so, her eyes remained filled with worry as she watched the two figures disappear, "That direction... is that Pei...?"

Pei Lang was about to lift the corner of his robe to get into the carriage when someone grabbed his forearm and stopped him.

After dismissing Xingyun, who had stepped forward to protect him, Pei Lang turned to stare at Luo Qinzhi's furious eyes, his expression calm and indifferent: "Young Master Luo? What brings you here?"

"Where is the Unclothed Woman? Did you hide her? Where are you going?"

The man with bloodshot eyes had lost all trace of his former refined and cultured demeanor.

Pei Lang couldn't help but laugh.

The faint smile playing on his lips did indeed enrage Luo Qinzhi: "I'm asking you where you took her!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fist coming towards him, but Pei Lang showed no surprise whatsoever as he reached out and blocked the fist.

"What is Young Master Luo doing? We are all scholars, why get so angry?"

His voice was noble and proper, but the strength in his hand kept tightening until Luo Qinzhi's face showed an expression of unbearable pain. Only then did Pei Lang disgustedly throw away his arm.

"Who do you think you are, coming here to question me?"

"You're nothing but an ant, yet you dare to act presumptuously in front of me? Luo Qinzhi, you overestimate yourself."

“I’m leaving Pingyi. My daughter doesn’t like it here, and neither do I.”

"Isn't this what you've always wanted? You're like a rat in the gutter, always spying on me, trying to find out when I'll leave Pingyi, aren't you?"

"Sure, I'm leaving now, which means I've fulfilled your wish. Why aren't you happy?"

Pei Lang's expression was cold and mocking, which made Pei Mingli frown.

"Fine, I'm in a great mood today and I don't want to argue with someone like you."

"As for this Fei Yi you mentioned, I don't know her. But if she really has such deep feelings for you, how could you not even know where she is?"

Seeing Luo Qinzhi's increasingly grim expression, Pei Lang finally released all the pent-up frustration that had been building up in his heart these past few days.

"Alright, go back to your studies and stop thinking about things that aren't your business."

Pei Lang turned his head and gave Pei Mingli a deep look not far away. Pei Mingli felt uneasy and quickly grabbed Luo Qinzhi to stop him from continuing to pester him.

Only after the carriage left Pingyi did Luo Qinzhi turn around and go home with a numb expression.

After tucking Lin Mianmian in, Pei Lang looked away, turned around and leaned the sleeping Lin Zhi against him. Holding his beloved lover in his arms, Pei Lang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

His heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled down; he had finally welcomed Lin Zhi back.

This time, no matter what, no matter who wants to separate them, he will not let go again.

My head hurts so much...

Lin Zhi raised her hand to her temple, feeling as if countless tiny needles were pricking her inside.

But when she slowly opened her eyes, she realized something was wrong. Everything here was familiar, but not the familiarity she felt in Pingyi Village.

Things in the village aren't this exquisite... This is the Pei residence!

An absurd thought flashed through Lin Zhi's mind, making her somewhat incredulous. She sat up abruptly, but had to hold her head to relieve the severe headache.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and looked up at the furnishings of the bedroom that were almost identical to those she had burned down a year ago. The pain she thought she had forgotten was like the green grass sprouting in spring, densely covering her entire heart.

It took deep root, piercing a hole in her heart.

"Bang!" After several loud noises, Pei Lang rushed in from outside, hugged Lin Zhi, and used all his strength to control her anger: "A-Zhi! Calm down!"

"We're home! We're home! Don't be afraid!"

But those words struck at Lin Zhi's deepest pain. She suddenly pushed him away forcefully, covering her ears and refusing to listen to him: "Get away from me!"

"This isn't my home! I don't want to go home with you! Get out!"

Pei Lang was happy to have pillows and blankets thrown on him.

“Azhi, if you’re angry, don’t keep it inside. Just vent it to me.”

"The imperial physician took your pulse and said that you had a chronic illness after giving birth to Mianmian, and now your body is very weak."

"Moreover, you've done a lot of embroidery these days, and your fingers and eyes aren't feeling well. You need to take good care of yourself now and absolutely cannot hurt yourself again."

Lin Zhi's tears flowed uncontrollably, but she glared at Pei Lang with hatred in her eyes.

In order not to hold Pei Mingli back when she was embroidering the handkerchief, she embroidered day and night, and even when her fingers became stiff and her eyes were red and sore, she refused to stop.

Now I've even developed the problem of tearing up in the wind.

But how could she admit it? Wasn't all of this because of Pei Lang?

Lin Zhi took a deep breath, so angry that she felt like she wouldn't be able to catch her breath.

She pounded on the bed beneath her, unable to speak but pointing to the door.

Pei Lang's eyes dimmed; he understood that this meant he was being told to get lost.

He also understood that Lin Zhi harbored resentment towards him, and it would be too difficult for her to accept these things so easily.

He had someone bring over the tonic he had prepared beforehand, and only after putting it down did he quietly leave through the door.

Just as Lin Zhi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she belatedly realized that something was wrong with her ankle...

Looking at the gold chain tied around her slender ankle, Lin Zhi's face turned extremely ugly.

Pei Lang's voice came in just in time from outside the door.

"Ah Zhi, don't blame me, I had no other choice."

"I don't want to hurt you, but I'm more afraid of losing you."

"As long as you behave, I promise I won't treat you like this again. Think of Mianmian, think of our past..."

Before Pei Lang could finish speaking, something slammed heavily in front of him through the door, causing him to take a half step back with a complicated expression.

I stared at the tightly closed door for a long time.

Lin Zhi sat there in silence until it got completely dark outside the window. A maid who came in from outside the door silently lit a candle, which made her squint slightly.

"What time is it?"

When Lin Zhi opened her mouth, she was startled. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day, and her voice was hoarse.

The maid shook her head and dared not speak, but knelt on the ground holding the dinner tray in her hands.

Lin Zhi sneered. It was obvious that this was Pei Lang's doing. As long as she didn't have dinner, he would keep her locked up like this, and even the servants were not allowed to speak to her.

But if she had given in so easily, she wouldn't have had the guts to run so far away from him.

Lin Zhi lay down, turned her back to the maid kneeling in front of her, and ignored her.

A moment later, the person inside the room was heard carefully getting up and leaving.

"Please forgive me, my lord. It's all my fault. The lady just won't eat."

Looking at the untouched dinner, Pei Lang's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Go down and have the kitchen make a nourishing soup."

After all the servants had left, a look of confusion appeared on Pei Lang's face.

"Does she hate me that much?"

Just then, Xingyun and Jifeng returned from outside with their men. Seeing their master's dejected appearance, they didn't dare to speak.

Pei Lang frowned, and even with his eyes closed, he could sense their hesitation. He clicked his tongue impatiently, urging them to speak.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?"

Xingyun quickly replied, "Don't worry, young master, we have brought Xia Ying back, and we have brought her whole family back with us."

"Upon hearing that the madam was still alive, Xia Ying couldn't wait to come over without us even having to say anything."

"If you could suggest that they also spend the New Year at your residence, I'm sure the lady would soften her heart."

Although Pei Lang did not agree to the proposed solution, he kept it in mind.

Seeing that the two were talking about Lin Zhi, Ji Feng quickly reminded them, "Young Master, the palace already knows that you have returned to the capital."

"Yesterday, His Majesty sent someone to issue an imperial decree, saying that the princess of the Northern Rong is coming to the capital to pay tribute, and His Majesty wants you to be in charge."

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Author's Note: Young Girl: Whose ancient-style boyfriend is this? Hurry up and take him away! [Question Mark]

There will be another [head pat] tomorrow.