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Lady Liu had no time to worry about anything else and hurriedly called her servants to rescue Wu Fengqing. In an instant, the Prime Minister's mansion was in chaos.
Prime Minister Wu's veins throbbed with fury. Was this wretched child throwing a tantrum during his homecoming? To actually commit violence in public was utterly absurd.
"Your Highness, you should give me an explanation."
He turned and scolded Feng Ran, "You unfilial daughter, is this how you treat your own sister?"
Duan Jingchuan pursed his lips tightly. His wife's actions were indeed unexpected, but he did not think she was wrong. The Miss Wu had hit his wife without any mercy, so kicking her now was too lenient.
But the Prime Minister is, after all, the lady's biological father. If he wants to punish her, she probably won't be able to escape. He must find a way to help her escape the punishment.
Feng Ran tried to step out from behind Duan Jingchuan, but Duan Jingchuan held her hand quite tightly. It wasn't that she couldn't break free, but she didn't want to disappoint her husband's good intentions.
Looking at his slightly thin back, which trembled slightly but stood firmly beside her, Feng Ran was initially angry, but for some reason her anger subsided.
I thought to myself, "He's such a good person! All good people should be treated kindly."
Feng Ran liked all kind people; their souls were fragrant, and being around kind people brought her inner peace. For example, she liked Duan Jingchuan in front of her, as well as Xiong Qi and Xiu'er who were protecting her.
Seeing that her husband remained silent for a long time, she knew that his social anxiety had flared up again, and he didn't know how to talk to people.
Feng Ran pulled out two fingers, tugged at Duan Jingchuan's sleeve and shook it, asking in a slightly questioning tone, "Husband?"
Duan Jingchuan felt a chill run down his spine from the call, but he still turned his head slightly and gently comforted Feng Ran, "Don't be afraid."
Feng Ran's heart burned even hotter, and she couldn't find any anger left.
She was genuinely surprised to be hit; she never expected that someone would be so reckless as to try to kill her.
Then she remembered that Wu Fengqing's hand was swollen from hitting her, and she pouted, her brows furrowing slightly. "Is it because my face is too rough?"
As expected, the original owner was too unloved and couldn't even take good care of her face. When a real young lady slapped her, she actually swelled up the young lady's hand.
Wu Fengqing really had no strength; she didn't feel anything at all.
But she still wanted revenge for being humiliated in public, so she made her sober up in a pond in winter.
When Duan Jingchuan heard Feng Ran calling him "husband" in fear and trembling, and shaking his sleeve, his heart softened terribly.
His wife must have been scared too.
Having been suppressed in the Prime Minister's mansion for so many years, his wife had suffered too much injustice. He was determined to stand up for her, and his heart was filled with boundless pride, making him speak more fluently.
“Your daughter is being unreasonable, hitting my wife first. My wife is the Crown Prince's consort, and not just anyone can teach her a lesson.”
This is probably the longest and most aggressive sentence Duan Jingchuan has ever said since he can remember.
Liu was still crying and making a scene. In no time, the Prime Minister's residence was in complete chaos. The Prime Minister, who had been suppressing his temper all morning, finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He was in the wrong to accept the marriage in place of another, but that didn't mean he was afraid. Now that this rebellious daughter dared to run wild in the Prime Minister's residence, and the heir was unconditionally protecting her, it proved that the Marquis of Dingbei's residence didn't take him seriously either.
Although he didn't know his daughter well, he knew his wife well. No daughter who wasn't born to his wife would be so audacious. It's just that he didn't interfere in matters of the inner quarters.
He doesn't have a son, he has plenty of daughters. He can do whatever makes his wife happy, and his family will prosper.
This rebellious daughter, I don't know what instructions she received, has become an ingrate, actually disobeying a prince who won't live much longer, it's utterly absurd.
Without her maternal family, let's see if she can still stand tall and receive the prince's favor.
However, this prince is somewhat unpredictable. Rumors say he is nearing the end of his life, and he is usually unassuming and has a very low profile. Could it be that he wants to enter officialdom now?
But if this matter is not pursued, what will become of the Prime Minister's residence's reputation?
As a father, it is only natural for him to discipline his daughter, even if she is the Crown Princess.
“Your Highness is mistaken. It is my fault that my daughter has not been properly taught. Today she was able to beat Qing’er right under my nose. Who knows what outrageous things she might do tomorrow? If we do not teach her a lesson this time, the reputation of the Marquis of Dingbei will be lost.”
It's unclear whether it's because his Ren and Du meridians have been opened, but Duan Jingchuan's reaction speed has become much faster, seemingly no different from that of a normal person.
"The face of the Marquis of Dingbei's mansion has never been my wife's." Duan Jingchuan said solemnly, unmoved.
Prime Minister Wu was furious. "Does the Crown Prince intend to protect this rebellious daughter?"
Duan Jingchuan said firmly, "She is now my wife."
Feng Ran never expected that this socially awkward girl, who usually struggles to say even a single word, would now engage in a fierce back-and-forth battle without showing any signs of fatigue.
Indeed, environment shapes people; he still has great potential.
It seems that I need to practice more to overcome my social anxiety; I must take my husband out more often in the future.
However, Duan Jingchuan was indeed not in good condition at this moment. Although his conversation with the Prime Minister was entirely reasonable and he was in no way at a disadvantage, he was breathing rapidly, his face was pale, and even his body under his cloak felt cold.
Feng Ran sighed softly. Well, training isn't something that can be done in a short time. Her husband had already exceeded her expectations today. He truly lived up to his promise to take responsibility for her.
However, if someone with social anxiety is too tense and scares themselves, it's not worth it.
Feng Ran used a clever trick to pry open Duan Jingchuan's tightly gripped hand, facing Prime Minister Wu directly.
"Since you want an explanation, then let's see what the other person present thinks first." After saying that, without paying attention to the Prime Minister's reaction, he directly pulled Duan Jingchuan towards the courtyard where Wu Fengqing lived.
When Prime Minister Wu saw Feng Ran's "I did nothing wrong" expression, he was furious. He pointed at Feng Ran as if to say something, but before he could utter a curse, Feng Ran had already dragged Duan Jingchuan far away.
Prime Minister Wu had no choice but to kneel down and follow. He only had one legitimate daughter left, and he couldn't afford to let anything happen to her.
Despite the long delay, the servants in the Prime Minister's residence are still quite efficient.
Wu Fengqing had changed her clothes and was wrapped in a quilt. She and Liu were sobbing softly, making quite a scene.
Just as Feng Ran was about to push the door open, she was unexpectedly pulled back by the socially anxious girl.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Feng Ran was startled, thinking that the little socially anxious girl was feeling unwell and wanted to go back to the Marquis of Dingbei's residence.
Duan Jingchuan gently shook his head. "That's against the rules."
Okay, Feng Ran understands.
Even without going inside, one can imagine Wu Fengqing lying on the bed, disheveled. It wouldn't be good if Duan Jingchuan saw her like that.
So Feng Ran gave up banging on the door and just shouted, "I'm here to settle the score, come out here!"
The crying inside the room stopped abruptly, and only the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together could be heard.
Feng Ran casually found an empty room to sit down, finally finding some warmth. She then pulled the cloak tighter around the socially anxious little one.
"My lord, you are so clever. You know it's cold. Look how frozen your hands are." As her provider, he must take good care of her. If the little socially anxious one were to pass away, she, as the crown prince's wife, wouldn't be able to act arrogantly.
Hearing that Feng Ran was concerned about him, Duan Jingchuan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and his gaze followed Feng Ran's fingers as she straightened his clothes.
During that brief touch, Duan Jingchuan discovered that his wife was very resistant to cold; no wonder she didn't want to wear many clothes when leaving the mansion.
However, the lady still likes the cloak very much. This cloak is a bit too big and doesn't suit her very well. He will make a few more for her later.
Feng Ran had no idea that Duan Jingchuan was already thinking about giving her clothes. If he knew, he would probably be even happier.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.
The Prime Minister, his wife, and their daughter Wu Fengqing finally finished their rest and were ready to fight again.
However, before the Prime Minister could speak, Feng Ran was ready to strike first. She had been at the Prime Minister's residence for too long and was a little hungry. She didn't want to eat the food at the Prime Minister's residence, fearing indigestion. What if someone poisoned her? Wouldn't that little socially anxious person be in trouble?
"Now that everyone is here, let's talk. Wu Fengqing, with your habit of hitting people without warning, you'll never be able to become a concubine in the Crown Prince's household."
Feng Ran struck at the heart of the matter, not only stating directly that Wu Fengqing had attacked first, but also mocking that marrying the Crown Prince was impossible, and even becoming a concubine would be difficult.
Wu Fengqing still couldn't understand why, even though she was the one who slapped Feng Ran, her hand was swollen beyond recognition, while Feng Ran was completely unharmed. However, the anger in her heart made it difficult for her to sort out these thoughts.
"Wu Fengran, how dare you say that! You were the first to speak rudely and ruin my reputation, and you even dared to beat me in front of my parents in public. How can you face the kindness and guidance you have shown to your parents!"
Wu Fengqing regained her senses. Feng Ran actually dared to make a move. She wouldn't be leaving the Prime Minister's residence alive today. She would put Feng Ran on the pillar of shame. Prince Duan was really unlucky to marry her. This wicked woman should be drowned in a pig cage.
Feng Ran sniffed. "Let's be reasonable. Everything I said is true. Which of my words offended you? Is it because you weren't sweet and loving with the Crown Prince, or because you weren't arm in arm with your mistress?"
Upon hearing this, not only did Wu Fengqing turn pale, but the Prime Minister and Lady Liu's faces also became terrifyingly grim.
"You unfilial daughter! This is your own sister! How dare you slander her like this! Lady Liu is your legal mother! Where is your upbringing?!" Prime Minister Wu was furious. How could his married daughter have changed so much?
The Prime Minister secretly glanced at Duan Jingchuan. The heir of the Marquis of Dingbei was still in front of him. If he were to produce real evidence, that would be terrible. The Crown Prince would be the first to not let go of the person who ruined his reputation.
Liu Shi, feeling as if someone had stepped on her tail, became furious and scolded Feng Ran loudly, "Shut up! Your ability to talk nonsense has improved. Young Master, you must not believe this girl's nonsense. She was crazy when she was in the manor, and her words are not to be trusted."
Liu was also secretly alarmed. How did Feng Ran know about this? If word got out, her scheme would be in vain, which was absolutely unacceptable.
Now all we can say is that Feng Ran is usually crazy and eccentric, so naturally no one believes what she says.
For reasons unknown, the Prime Minister did not refute Lady Liu's rebuke of Feng Ran.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Duan Jingchuan.
Duan Jingchuan was already uncomfortable being under the spotlight, and now the pressure has only increased.
His back, which he had barely managed to keep straight, was starting to bend, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. Clearly, the scene had a significant impact on him.
Feng Ran blinked. Her social anxiety had reached its limit. Some things shouldn't be pushed too hard, or she might break down and get hurt in return.
"My lord Prime Minister, what are you all looking at my husband for? Do you expect him to admit that the woman he married is an idiot? This is a marriage decree, you know. Are you questioning the Emperor's wisdom, or are you trying to admit your own selfish motives? Have you all gone mad?"
No one expected Feng Ran to be so logical. Only after hearing the words "arranged marriage" did everyone's minds clear up a bit.
That's right, Feng Ran's reputation can be bad, but she absolutely cannot be mentally unstable; otherwise, it would be a disregard for the Emperor's grace.
The Prime Minister was also using this as an excuse to teach Feng Ran a lesson and also to curb the arrogance of the Marquis of Dingbei's mansion.
Now that he has calmed down, he understands that there is no point in reasoning about this matter.
Now that Feng Ran is the Crown Prince's consort, he can't possibly punish her with the Wu family's rules; at most, he'll only receive an apology. Having figured this out, Prime Minister Wu's expression softened.
"Ran'er, you and Qing'er are both my most beloved daughters. We are family, sisters. How can there be any grudges that last overnight? You hit Qing'er, which was indeed wrong. If you apologize to Qing'er, I will forgive you." Prime Minister Wu thought he had already taken a step back. Anyone with sense and a brain would have accepted the offer.
However, his fake daughter only had an itchy neck; her brain was still developing.
Upon hearing that the Prime Minister did not intend to pursue the matter, Wu Fengqing immediately said aggrievedly, "Father."
But Lady Liu was not stupid. Over the years, she had come to understand her husband's personality very well. This was a concession, and not contradicting her husband in person was the source of her favor over the years.
Therefore, as soon as Wu Fengqing spoke, Liu gave her a warning look, and Wu Fengqing had no choice but to keep quiet for the time being, but she hated Fengran to the core.
After attracting the attention of that family, Feng Ran felt a little more at ease. Her social anxiety had subsided, so she wanted to go all out.
"My lord Prime Minister, you've already spent a fortune on your pleasure potion, and you're still talking to me about favors? Is your massage nest not enough? My maid gave me this maid, Chunhui, as part of my dowry. She's quite pretty, so I'll present her to you."
A note from the author:
Every time I think of a funny joke, I laugh myself silly. I guess I'm just someone who can't laugh easily.
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