Lin Feifei was a little absent-minded: "You guys just know how to bully me? Waaah..."
Everyone: "..."
Is this the legendary case of turning the tables?
You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.
"Haha!" Mo Qingcheng laughed loudly: "Bai Yi, it's all your fault."
"lady?"
Bai turned around, his eyes full of doubt. What did his subordinate do wrong?
Shangguan Yichen's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Can't you even handle such a small matter? Didn't Mother tell you to personally invite Lord Qi?"
"Madam, young masters, it's all my fault. To make up for it, I'll eat an extra bowl of rice. Next time Miss Lin comes, I'll carry the magistrate here, even if I have to carry him."
With tears streaming down his face, Bai Yi picked up the two plates of food on the table, poured them into his bowl, and began to eat heartily.
Everyone: "..."
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.
Baili Fengyun scoffed, "Miss, next time you can just call your subordinate for this kind of thing."
As he spoke, Baili Fengyun moved his ghostly claws and instantly swept the three dishes into his rice bowl.
Old Man Bai: "..."
Wan Ziliang: "..."
Shangguan Yichen's lips twitched: "Have you two never eaten?"
Bai Yi and Baili Fengyun hung their heads and remained silent, not out of shame, but out of fear that if they were a step too slow, someone else would snatch it away.
Mu Shenyi stroked his long beard: "This child is beyond redemption!"
After the meal, Shangguan Yichen, along with Bai Ziming and Mu Yunchuan, escorted Wan Ziliang to the gate, clasped their hands in a fist salute, and then turned back into the courtyard.
Wan Ziliang and the others boarded the carriage, their feelings somewhat complicated, and the air inside the carriage was a bit chilly.
Lin Feifei showed no intention of leaving, and didn't even say goodbye, only asking Shangguan Yichen to pass on the message.
Wan Ziliang closed his cold eyes, and the carriage slowly started moving. The rumbling sound drifted into his ears, making Wan Ziliang even more agitated.
Why did it turn out like this?
Shouldn't it be?
The art style is off...
No... my fiancée has been corrupted...
"Master, should I..." came the cold voice of a guard from outside the carriage.
"Are you very free? Or do you think you're very capable?" Wan Ziliang narrowed his cold eyes and reprimanded him.
The guard was taken aback: "Master, I was wrong..."
"..."
After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply from Wan Ziliang, the guard quietly disappeared. He was very dissatisfied, thinking, "Aren't they just two pretty boys?"
I'll find an opportunity to beat them to a pulp.
Unfortunately, ideals are often grand, but reality is harsh. It's not about punishing others, but rather, in the near future, being punished mercilessly...
But that's a story for another time.
At this moment, Wan Ziliang was troubled by how to explain himself to his future mother-in-law. He needed to leverage his fiancée's influence to gain a foothold in the Wan family…
Bai Yueniang's words were still ringing in my ears. That county magistrate? Trying to steal someone else's wife?
good!
Very good!
Do you think I'm a pushover if I don't take action?
"Cough cough..."
"master……"
"It's alright..."
Wan Ziliang became agitated and coughed violently. The guards were startled, and the carriage driver was terrified. "Young master, please don't get hurt! Otherwise, my whole family's lives won't be enough to pay for it..."
With her burden lifted, Lin Feifei went hunting in the mountains with Mo Qingcheng, as joyful as a bird just released from its cage.
"Sister Mo, come quick! There are mushrooms here..." Lin Feifei reached out, picked two mushrooms, and tucked them behind her ears.
Mo Qingcheng's soft voice drifted into my ears: "Feifei, are you really that desperate? This way of trying to kill yourself... is rather unusual..."
"Ah..." Lin Feifei screamed and flung the poisonous mushroom away, which hit someone squarely in the face.
"Miss Lin, do you have a grudge against me?"
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