On the other side, the servant reported to Han Zhuoyang, the son of Marquis Changning, that Dou Yueying secretly left the house to meet Xie Qingyao.
Han Zhuoyang's face was filled with sarcasm as he said in a low voice, "Do you think you can escape my control by relying on the wife of the Marquis of Anguo? You are too naive and underestimate me."
He smiled softly, "It's Dou Yueying's blessing that this prince has taken a fancy to her. This woman is quite stubborn."
He liked women like Dou Yueying who were so humble that they enjoyed his passionate pursuit while rejecting him harshly, using the usual women's tactics of playing hard to get.
You know what, she was quite interesting, much more interesting than those submissive women in his yard, and it greatly aroused his desire to conquer.
But Dou Yueying rejected him again and again, and even if she made a fuss, it was a bit too much.
Han Zhuoyang scoffed, "She'll be mine sooner or later. Well, let her struggle for a while. When she thinks she has hope, I'll snuff out that little bit of hope. That way it'll be more fun."
Changning Marquis Mansion.
When I heard Han Zhuoyang say that Dou Yueying had contacted Xie Qingyao, I knew she must have asked Xie Qingyao to help her.
Marquis Changning turned around and said in a deep voice, "Yang'er, we don't have to go to the Minister of Rites' residence. Since Dou Yueying is so difficult to deal with, let's just abandon her."
Han Zhuoyang shook his head and said firmly, "Father, I am determined to get her. Sooner or later, she will submit to me."
Suddenly, a flash of scarlet flashed across his eyes. "She, Dou Yueying, is my son's person in life. If she doesn't obey, then kill her. Even after death, she will be my son's ghost."
It's his anyway.
Marquis Changning did not think there was anything wrong with his son's statement that if he couldn't get it, he would destroy it.
He rubbed his brows and said, "Alright, hurry up. The King Qin is getting impatient. If it doesn't work, we'll have to replace him."
The next day.
Xie Qingyao went out onto the street and walked slowly past the cosmetics shops, clothing stores, and spice shops along the street.
Soon, Zhitao, Ning and Chulu all had their hands full of things.
Zhitao: "Madam, how long will you continue to shop? Are you tired?"
"If I don't walk around longer, how can I wait for the person I want to squat with?" Xie Qingyao exhaled softly, "I am a little tired."
"Take your things back to the carriage first, I'll be there later."
She only kept Shuangyue and Mozhu to accompany her.
An indigo figure stood right in front of Xie Qingyao, and withdrew his folding fan, revealing an evil and flamboyant face behind him.
Sword-like eyebrows, three white eyes, and pale skin.
The visitor was the first to speak: "Han Zhuoyang, the prince of Changning Marquis's Mansion, greets the Marquis' wife."
Oh, this is the pervert who harassed and persecuted Aying.
Xie Qingyao frowned slightly, then relaxed.
She seemed to be in a hurry to leave and didn't want to talk to him any more. She asked, "What are you doing standing in front of me, my lord?"
When Han Zhuoyang looked at Xie Qingyao's face, he was a little dazed for a moment.
He was stunned.
I have walked through thousands of flowers and seen countless beauties, but I am still amazed at first sight.
This woman is so beautiful!
Xie Qingyao was dressed in a light green dress with large sleeves decorated with a crabapple flower pattern and gold thread edges. She wore a gold hairpin and jade on her head, looking like a beauty that had stepped out of a painting.
It's a bit too beautiful.
No wonder. Han Zhuoyang sighed in his heart, no wonder the cold and heartless Marquis of Anguo also fell at the feet of a beauty.
If it were him, he would drown in this land of gentleness.
Perhaps it was because his eyes were too presumptuous, his eyes were almost glued to Xie Qingyao.
Shuangyue said unhappily, "How dare you!"
"Don't look at me like that, Madam!"
Han Zhuoyang was brought back to his senses by Shuangyue's scolding, and his face immediately showed anger. "How dare a mere slave speak so arrogantly to this prince?"
"Come here, drag him away and beat him to death!"
The group of servants behind him were ready to make a move, and it seemed that they had done this many times.
Xie Qingyao pursed her lips and said coldly, "Your Highness, the Marquis of Changning, is too serious. You are overreaching. Shuangyue belongs to the Marquis of Anguo Mansion. It is not your turn to deal with her."
Han Zhuoyang gritted his teeth and felt suffocated after being humiliated in public.
A gloomy expression appeared on his face as he sneered, "Madam Hou, you should properly manage your servants. Otherwise, this slave girl might get beaten to death outside one day and we won't even know how she died."
He turned around and asked someone to kill her.
Sensing Han Zhuoyang's murderous intent, Shuangyue's eyes turned cold.
"Yeah." Xie Qingyao nodded, "You have some truth in what you said."
"I'm going to tell you this, Prince. Keep your mouth shut, or you might get beaten to death someday and not even know how you died."
“…”
"What?" Han Zhuoyang frowned and looked grim.
A surge of anger rushed to the top of his head.
She actually compared him, a dignified prince, to a servant? Beat him to death? Who dared to touch a hair on his head?
Han Zhuoyang's eyes were filled with anger. "Haha, Madam Hou, you are really joking. Who dares to touch this prince? I'm afraid they don't want to live long enough."
"Really?" Xie Qingyao blinked with an innocent look, seeming not to believe it.
This attitude made Han Zhuoyang even more angry, but he could do nothing about her.
He leaned over and whispered, "Just wait and see. Your good friend Dou Yueying will sooner or later be in my power. What can you do to her if I want to?"
"Even if you tie her up in the house as a guard dog, she won't be able to resist. As for you, an outsider, you have no right to interfere."
"You're the Marquis' wife, but you're just the Marquis of Anguo's pretty pet. Do you really think you're such a big shot?"
As he got closer, Han Zhuoyang smelled the faint fragrance on Xie Qingyao's body and couldn't help but sniff her hard.
"It smells good." He said frivolously.
Shuangyue and Mozhu's expressions changed.
This damn frivolous playboy actually dared to tease the lady in public.
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