Chapter 115
"So he's been staying in Shanzhou all this time?"
As men, Lu Jiang could naturally see what that young master Song was thinking about Wen Shu. He felt resistant and said, "It's not appropriate for a grown man to stay in the courtyard all the time. Why don't we give him some money and ask him to leave?"
leave?
Wen Shu couldn't wait for him to leave.
Who knows what got into Pei Lingjun, insisting on staying in Shanzhou and refusing to leave.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will try to persuade him. Thank you for your trouble, cousin."
"Then... never mind." Lu Jiang lowered his eyes, but didn't say anything. He nodded softly and watched as Wen Shu entered the courtyard and locked the door before slowly turning away.
That young master Song stole Wen Shu's bride before, who knows what he really thinks of her? He even traveled all the way to Shanzhou to catch up with her.
Lu Jiang felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling that was both unsettling and unbearable.
He had just wanted to ask her if she liked that Mr. Song.
But the words stuck in my throat.
Ultimately, he was afraid she would utter the word "yes".
Previously, Wen Shu was the daughter of the prefect of Anyang Prefecture, and her marriage was not her own choice, so he could only watch from afar. Now that the Wen family has encountered trouble, it is an opportunity given to him by fate.
But unexpected changes occurred.
Under the dark porch, a young man dressed in a light green velvet round-necked robe was leaning against the door waiting for her.
Wen Shu walked over absentmindedly, almost startled by him, and stammered, "What...what are you doing here?"
The young man slightly raised his phoenix eyes, his gaze sweeping over her. "Finished catching up?"
Wen Shu subconsciously took a step back. She always felt that Pei Lingjun hadn't been acting normally lately, and sometimes the way he looked at her made her scalp tingle.
For example, right now.
She coughed lightly to hide her flustered expression. "No, I was just saying..."
Pei Lingjun tossed the small porcelain bottle, about the size of a palm, into Wen Shu's arms. Before she could react, the young man had already expertly pushed open her door, strode inside, and casually said, "Help me apply the medicine."
The porcelain bottle in her hand suddenly felt like a hot potato, and she almost slipped from its grasp. Wen Shu stood outside without moving. "Why don't you let Cui Pei help you..."
The young man clicked his tongue almost imperceptibly and walked outside. "I got this injury for you, how could you bear to..."
The sound of a door opening in the courtyard startled Wen Shu. Before she could see who it was, she quickly pushed Pei Lingjun into the house, and the door slammed shut with a 'click'.
Pei Lingjun looked over her shoulder at the tightly closed door and chuckled, "There's no need to be in such a hurry."
Once he entered her room, Wen Shu, mindful that he had been injured while rescuing her, had him sit on a round stool in front of the bronze mirror, and then moved her own round stool to sit beside him.
There were too many people from the He family today, and even though Pei Lingjun was skilled in martial arts, he still suffered several blows to his back, leaving bruises.
The delicate ointment, carrying a faint fragrance, wafted out. Pei Lingjun sat leisurely in front of the bronze mirror, twirling a strand of Wen Shu's black hair between his fingers.
He could smell her familiar scent in every breath, which made him feel at ease.
In his past life, he struggled in the capital, racking his brains to avenge the blood feud of the Marquis's family. Whenever he was upset, holding her was enough to soothe all his anxieties.
She is the best medicine for him.
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