Dissension

Dissension

Chapter 30: Dissension

Cui Ping suddenly broke into Peng's house looking for Cui Luan. When Cui Luan saw him covered in dried blood, he was so scared that he let out a low cry.

"Sister, please save me! Who knew she was the daughter of Prince Guangping who was living among the people? If I had known earlier, I would never have touched her. Sister, our house has been surrounded. Only you can save me. Please ask my brother-in-law to save me. I don't want to die!"

"Tell me clearly! What happened?"

Cui Ping got into trouble outside and after thinking for a while he dared to come to Cui Luan. He sobbed and told him the whole story of how Cui Luan had taken a fancy to a commoner girl and forcibly abducted her and killed her, only to find out that the girl was the young daughter that Prince Guangping Kuangshu had been looking for.

"Stupid! Have you been blinded by greed? It would have been fine if you just acted foolishly, but you even caused a death!"

Cui Ping knelt down with weak legs, her snot mixed with her words of pleading, but she couldn't say enough: "Sister, I know I was wrong, sister. Now that Prince Guangping has led his troops to surround our family and my grandfather's family, I can only come to you. Please save me! Sister..."

Cui Luan supported him and took a step back. Having heard a little about Kuang Shu's character, he slapped him and scolded him, "You should be killed so that you can learn your lesson. Let's see if you can still do the same in the future."

Cui Ping didn't dare to hide. He tightly grasped her sleeve and wailed, "Sister, look at my arm. That little bitch stabbed me so cruelly that night."

The feisty girl couldn't resist her lover's strength, so she pretended to be powerless and confused, and stabbed Cui Ping, who was off guard, with a bed hook. The wound was not deep, and the latter, feeling the pain, started to fight back majestically.

Thinking of that night, Cui Ping's eyes flashed with violence. Damn the slave girl, I thought she was dead and there was a roll of broken mat, who knew it was him on the bed, who knew the dead could also deliver messages, the hook scratched the skin and engraved his family background, huh, hard-headed.

Cui Luan was concerned about the injury on his brother's arm and asked, "Have you seen a doctor?"

"Nothing serious for now."

"Cui Ping, you swear that if this matter is resolved, you will never do it again. From now on, you will strictly abide by virtue and pray for Lady Kuang. You swear!"

Seeing her solemn expression, Cui Ping promised repeatedly: "I swear, sister! I, Cui Ping, swear here, for the last time, I will never do it again."

"Ahem..." Caideng supported the upset Cui Luan from behind, extending her hand to help him breathe, saying, "Madam, please don't get too excited. You're in a heavy body, don't get too upset."

"Cai Deng, take A Ping and hide first. Jing Ling, find Da Langjun, go quickly."

The two maids followed their orders. Cui Luan steadied her feet and suddenly thought of Cui Ping when he was just born. He was as weak as tofu and could only stop crying by biting her fingers.

Cui Luan never thought that Cui Ping was the nemesis who killed A Ping. A Ping was the relic entrusted to her by her mother. Her younger brother was more innocent than anyone else when he was young. How come he changed after growing up?

As soon as Peng Zuoyuan arrived at the mansion, Cui Luan chased after him and said, "Xishan, something happened in Aping."

The Kuang family had such a big fuss that it was hard for him not to know. Jing Ling intercepted him and came back so quickly because of this matter.

Nodding, Peng Zuoyan asked, "Chang Er saw Cui Ping coming to see you. Where is he? What do you want to do?"

"I want Aping to apologize. She can accept all the Cui family's property and the Kuang family's scolding. As long as Aping can be saved, I'm willing to... lose my hands and feet." Cui Luan choked up when she said the last sentence. She felt uncomfortable just thinking about Cui Ping's future disability.

"Ha, Alua, the person who died in the Kuang family is the one the Kuang couple have been looking for for over ten years."

Peng Zuoyao said with a mocking look, "Aluan, if it was someone else who died, it would be fine. You could do the same thing, but he was a first-rank prince, and Cui Ping is not a royal relative, so how can he not get justice?"

It’s not just your children who are children. Peng Zuoyan didn’t say it so bluntly, but Cui Luan was smart enough to hear it.

Cui Luan didn't give up, "Can't we turn the situation around?"

"Aluan, Kuang Xiu was the second elder's daughter. After the youngest daughter disappeared, the Kuang family spent half their lives searching for her. Finally, they found her, but before the family could even meet her, Cui Ping, the blind man, murdered her in her bed. Could you possibly swallow this?"

Cui Luan opened his mouth for a long time without saying a word, but he couldn't bear to see Cui Ping die, so he said in a tearful voice, "Xishan, please think of a solution."

Peng Zuoyang's eyes gradually turned cold, and he placed the cool jade pendant against her neck, showing no mercy at all.

"Luan Niang, Cui Ping couldn't control himself and offended someone he couldn't mess with. I rescued him and used the power of the three families. Do you think he'll change after he gets out?"

"Yes, yes." Tears as big as beans fell one after another. Cui Luan didn't bother to wipe them away and said quickly: "A Ping said he would change. Xi Shan, please save my brother. He is the only one younger generation in both the Cui and Pei families."

"She is the only daughter in the Kuang family."

Peng Zuo'er's expression hardened as she scolded him, "You're well aware of Cui Ping's dissolute behavior over the years. As his eldest sister, were you harshly criticizing him or punishing him? Alua, he deserved it today. Anyone who does something wrong must pay the price."

"My mother gave birth to a child prematurely. Is it wrong for me to pity my younger brother?"

"Aluan, your parenting style is wrong. It's just spoiling, not loving. He deserves what he has done. This has appeased the anger of those wronged souls."

Cui Luan didn't dare to let go of the hand holding his wrist, and pleaded again: "Xishan, for the sake of the child, I beg you, okay? I promise he won't do it again, just this once, I beg you."

She had lost weight and it was difficult for her to kneel down. Peng Zuoyuan personally helped her up, but there was no pity in his words. "As a wife of the Peng family, you belong to the Peng family. All you can do is wait for news and take good care of the child in your belly."

"Go, bring out Mr. Cui and personally hand him over to Prince Guangping."

Cui Luan raised his eyes in shock, as if he wanted to stare a trace of reluctance from his face. Just as he said, it was all his own fault, and he never showed mercy.

"You are so cruel."

"Aluan, you're about to become a mother. You should know that when it comes to children, you can't compromise. Even if I risk the lives of three families and you and me, Cui Ping won't survive. It's better to let go and save both sides."

Cui Luan was disappointed, shook his head and stepped back, saying firmly: "No, if you want, A Ping will definitely be able to survive, but you won't even do that."

Peng Zuoyan sighed, looking at her as if she were a child who had lost her way. "One name for one life. If the Cui family can't teach him, there's always someone who can. Besides, how much better is a miserable life than a good death?"

Cui Luan burst into laughter. For the first time, he felt that the man he had slept with was so unfamiliar. Cui Ping was his wife's brother-in-law, but instead of running around for him, he took the initiative to surrender Cui Ping and said these words. Ha.

On the day the prison order was issued, Cui Luan suffered from persistent abdominal pain. It was only after Peng Xun ordered someone to invite a skilled doctor who was able to barely save the two children.

The doctor was giving instructions about the treatment with his hands behind his back. Cui Luan looked up with a pale face, and tears kept falling as he spoke.

"Cai Deng, A Ping is gone today. I don't know if the guillotine hurts. Do you think it would be less painful if it went faster?"

Hearing the painful and suppressed cries from inside the house, Peng Xun sighed, "There's no peace in the house."

The child was rescued, but Cui Luan's health was seriously damaged and he needed to be well cared for.

Cui Luan looked listless and said dejectedly, "She's right, Peng Xishan, she doesn't care about me."

"Madam, please don't feel sorry for yourself. You are the eldest daughter of the Cui family and the mistress of the Peng Mansion. Your husband definitely cares about you. It's just that the current situation is chaotic, so don't think too much about it."

Waving his hand, Cui Luan ordered in a hoarse voice, "Find a set of white kimono, prepare a carriage, and go to the West Market."

When they reached the solitary willow tree, Caideng sighed inwardly. It turned out that the lady was really worried about Mr. Ping and had come to pay her respects despite her illness.

Cui Luan was supported by colorful lanterns as he came down from the execution platform. The execution platform reached his knees, soaked in years of blood and then dried by the wind. There was a thick smell of blood in the wind.

Sitting down beside her, Cui Luan stroked the tabletop and said carefully, "A Ping, did I do something wrong? If I had disciplined you strictly, you wouldn't have made such a mistake, and you wouldn't have died. It's my incompetence that I couldn't protect you."

Our Cui family has lost another family member.

The journey back home was unusually silent. Cai Deng delivered a letter, "My husband sent a message saying that Mr. Ping has been buried and you have married into the Peng family. You should prioritize your husband's family. Whenever you have time, just come over and visit us."

Cui Luan couldn't help but hear Cui Xingyan's unfinished words. He laughed bitterly and said, "Father, you don't want to implicate me. Poor Father..."

"Let's go back home."

Caideng soaked a handkerchief with clean water and carefully wiped the tears from Cui Luan's face.

Wang Qi was dressed in a mask and costume again, and he stopped a carriage while performing.

Cui Luan glanced at him and said indifferently, "What?"

"Greetings, sir. Would you like to see some acrobatics today? I'm shaking my diabolo, would you like to see it?"

The man's eyes were flattering and cautious. Cui Luan didn't know what he was thinking. He curled his lips and said, "Let's get started."

Wang Qi responded, and swung the diabolo with great effort, lifting and throwing the disc in one go. Many passers-by cheered for him.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Wang Qi was a little reserved, "My dear, this dance is over."

"Aren't you going to offer some advice? Keep going. You can continue until I stop."

Wang Qi's heart was beating fast. He shook the rope again and again, then raised his arms and continued dancing.

After countless times, Wang Qi's arms ached uncontrollably, and the shaking stick in his right hand fell to the ground. He didn't dare to look at the face of the girl in the carriage.

Hearing a sneer, Wang Qi quickly knelt down and said, "I am a humble little guy who only knows how to tease. I am lucky to have earned your smile. I am also making the best use of my talent."

His explanation was inconsistent, which made Cui Luan laugh.

"Last time, it was you too, wasn't it?"

"yes."

Wang Qi held his breath and waited for her next question. The only sound in his ears was the sound of wheels rolling over, and the rich and stable carriage left him behind.

The Peng family tacitly agreed that Cui Luan would return to the Cui Mansion from time to time. This was the person Cui Luan had seen following her on that street several times, the juggler on the street.

The third time, Cui Luan called out to him, "Why are you following me?"

"I have just learned some acrobatics. If you are in the mood, I would like to present them to you."

It was either opera or acrobatics, and there were plenty of excuses. Cui Luan found some amusement in his timid yet approaching behavior and deliberately said, "Oh, then come up."

"The carriage has limited space and I'm afraid I can't move around. Besides, I'm too crude to ride with you." Wang Qi bowed respectfully and took a step back, but his heart was filled with unknown joy because of those words.

Cui Luan's eyes were slightly aggressive. "You only have one chance. If you don't dare, don't show up again."

Wang Qi didn't dare to give up this opportunity that fell from the sky. He was silent for two seconds, then lowered his body and bowed.

When the pain is severe, degradation is often an outlet.

Cui Luan often contacted Wang Qi, sometimes talking, sometimes watching him juggling. The white-faced man had rough fingers, calloused from years of hard work, and they were not beautiful.

Cui Luan moved his hand from holding the tea to that overly delicate face and asked, "Did you serve other girls like this before?"

Wang Qi almost couldn't hold the tea he handed over, but he replied in a matter-of-fact manner: "To be honest, my lady, I've always served people like this. I just need to practice more."

Customers are also divided into different categories. Not all girls are like Cui Luan who does not take action. He only needs to be a quiet servant who can understand and talk.

"Despicable."

Cui Luan suddenly became angry, and a few drops of tea from the half-full cup spilled onto the back of her hand. Wang Qi took out a handkerchief and stepped forward, carefully handing it to her, saying, "I am a humble servant. Please don't be angry, my lady. Don't get yourself sick from anger."

"Do you know why I still have to wrap myself in a cloak in early spring?" Cui Luan imagined his expression as he knew how to serve a pregnant woman, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.

Wang Qi shook his head. "Since it was done by my lady, you must have your reasons."

Boring.

Cui Luan threw away his handkerchief and said pointedly, "Once you become a slave, you can't change your slave nature. Come here."

Wang Qi walked forward as he was told, but unexpectedly she suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled him forward by the collar. Wang Qi supported himself on the table with one hand and held his breath nervously.

Cui Luan observed his micro-expressions, held his hands loosely, and slowly approached.

The increasingly close distance made Wang Qi purse his lower lip. He spoke hastily and called out, "Madam."

"What did you call me?"

"…lady."

Releasing her hand that had been pressing against his Adam's apple with her knuckles, Cui Luan questioned, "Have you known for a long time that I'm a wife of the Peng family?"

"Yes, my lady, the Cui family is generous, and I have received your kindness. On the day of your wedding, I had the honor of witnessing the ceremony."

To be more specific, Wang Qi's life was saved by the Cui family, and the head of the Cui family was Cui Luan. Whether it was giving money or grain, Cui Luan was his savior.

Thinking of that day, Cui Luan chuckled. She had forgotten a little about the feeling of being newlyweds. It should have been a warm moment that the two newlyweds would remember for the rest of their lives, but she had actually forgotten about it during these days.

"So you think I've fallen into this state where even someone like you can get close to me?"

Wang Qi waved his hand as he stepped back, his tone remaining unchanged in respect as he said, "Madam, whether you are Madam Cui or Madam Peng, I am serving you. I only want to repay you for saving my life."

"It was the Cui family who saved you, not me."

Cui Luan understood the stubbornness in those eyes. Besides gratitude, there were many other feelings that could not be expressed. "Do you have feelings for me?"

Wang Qi didn't dare to respond. He suddenly knelt down, hunched his shoulders and didn't say anything.

Cui Luan lifted his chin and leaned closer, saying, "Or do you think that with your face and body, I will look at you differently?"

"My lady, I've never felt that before."

The kneeling person clasped her hands tightly, and the faint scent of incense on her body was more distinct. And this hand, Wang Qi looked up with trembling eyelids, it was her small and soft jaw.

Cui Luan saw through his half-hearted attempts to accept her offer and said with a sweet smile, "You like me? Then, do you dare to take a step further with me?"

His men forced him to look directly at them. When they got closer, Cui Luan discovered that his eyelashes were very long and black. He wondered if it was because of makeup.

The distance was too close, and Wang Qi was overwhelmed by emotion. He knelt up and kissed her lower lip, but the kiss was gone immediately, as light as a gust of wind.

Cui Luan blinked and slapped someone with his right hand.

"Who are you to touch me?"

Wang Qi folded his hands and fell to the ground, feeling remorseful and apologizing, saying, "Madam, please forgive me. I have been disrespectful and have overstepped my bounds."

He was so dazzled by the gentle pleasures of these days that he dared to act so frivolously.

"Okay, go die, and I'll spare you."

With a bang, Cui Luan's body, which had turned halfway, suddenly stopped. There was blood on the corner of the solid wooden table where he had hit it. Further down, there was Wang Qi, who had a broken corner on his head and had already fainted.

After being stunned for two seconds, Cui Luan laughed crazily, wiped away his tears in embarrassment, and seemed to be both crying and angry.

"How could I, Cui Luan, actually... fall for someone like you... Haha..."

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