Chapter 103 Duan Jiu: I want to die for my remonstration!
A smile gradually spread to Pei Jing's face. He slowly straightened his not-too-messy collar. His fingertips lingered for a moment on the place she had just touched, then moved away as if burned.
He pretended to be calm and asked, "What are you doing here today?"
"Come and die."
Pei Jing was stunned. Jiang Fei continued, "Do you have any money? I'm going to die in your hands sooner or later anyway. I'd like to borrow some money to spend first, as a way to buy my life."
Before Pei Jing could speak, the system asked, "Don't you still have a thousand taels on you? Why do you still need to borrow money?"
"You don't understand this." Jiang Fei said: "Haven't you seen it said online that if you want to quickly dispel someone's good impression of you, just borrow money from him. Many people just -"
"How much?"
Jiang Fei hadn't even finished her words when she heard this. She almost collapsed. So straightforward? Couldn't she lose some of her favorability?
Jiang Fei gritted her teeth. Since that was the case, she had to be ruthless. She stretched out a finger.
"One, one, one, ten thousand taels." This amount made her unable to even straighten her tongue.
Pei Jing's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.
Just when Jiang Fei thought he was going to refuse, he simply reached out and opened the drawer on the side of the desk, fiddled with it a few times with his fingers, and took out a stack of banknotes and placed them on the table.
"I didn't count. Just see if it's enough."
Jiang Fei was already feeling a little suffocated by this stack of banknotes. She came here to reduce her favorability, so how did it turn into blackmail?
Jiang Fei picked up the stack of banknotes with shaking hands. If it were in modern times, this would be 10 million yuan, 10 million yuan! The kind of lottery winners have to wear masks to collect.
"Then, I'll take it."
Pei Jing raised his chin and said, "I haven't asked you yet, what do you want so much silver for?"
Jiang Fei was just about to ask you to take care of it, but then she thought, isn’t this a good opportunity to commit suicide?
She put the silver in her pocket and ran to the door, just in case Pei Jing jumped up and hit someone.
"I like this fan and plan to buy it as a gift for the Third Young Master Wei. Thank you, Your Highness. It's very generous of you. The Third Young Master Wei and I will both be grateful to you."
Even with this outrageous statement, it can at least reduce the favorability a little, right?
Jiang Fei ran off as she finished speaking. The system praised her in her head, "You're so awesome! You dare to say that? Isn't that the same as you having an affair with someone, and he paid for the room and condoms? A man's self-esteem will be greatly damaged."
Although this statement is a bit rough, it seems to be true.
Jiang Fei's steps became faster, and even she felt it was too much.
In the study, Duan Jiu had not yet come to his senses.
The explosive remarks made by Miss Jiang Er before she left must have made the prince extremely angry, right?
He carefully looked at Pei Jing's expression, but found that it seemed different from what he imagined.
What is the prince laughing at? Is he angry and has a seizure again?
"Your Highness." Duan Jiu called out tentatively.
Pei Jing slowly raised his eyes, "Why didn't you go to see her off?"
"Miss Jiang Er ran too fast, and I didn't react in time."
Pei Jing laughed out loud, "Forget it, she's shy, you'd better not make her unhappy."
It has always been difficult to work for Pei Jing, but Duan Jiu didn't expect that since the prince met Miss Jiang Er, this difficulty has become increasingly difficult.
He often wondered if he was mentally retarded. Why could he never understand what the prince understood?
"shy?"
Pei Jing propped his head up on the armrest, "She has become possessive of my money."
Duan Jiu didn't know what to say. He thought to himself, who doesn't have a possessive desire for money? He wants everyone's money. Being possessive of money doesn't mean he is possessive of you.
Worried that the prince would get deeper and deeper into trouble and would never be able to get out, Duan Jiu felt that as a guard he had to die admonishing the prince to be worthy of the word loyalty.
Duan Jiu risked his life to speak frankly, "Miss Jiang Er said she wanted to buy a fan for Mr. Wei San."
"You believe that?" Pei Jing raised the corner of his lips. "Wei San never uses a fan. It's me who likes to use a fan."
Duan Jiu: "Uh..."
"you go."
"Huh?" Duan Jiu was confused. "Where are we going?"
Pei Jing stood up and said, "Go get me that book 'The Princess's Guide to the Job: Three Hundred Ways to Chasing the Prince'. I didn't expect her to read such a book. I want to see what tricks she has. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle."
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Jiang Fei invited Wei Ciying to her home the next day.
Her courtyard was in the remote west wing. Wei Ciying followed her all the way and saw that the window frames carved with intricate patterns were a bit old, but one could still tell how the craftsmen had carved the entire painting on the wood. It was obvious that the Jiang family had been prosperous in the past, otherwise they would not have been able to marry into the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
"We're almost there." Jiang Fei said, "This place is remote. Are you tired?"
"Not bad." Wei Ciying smiled and took her arm. "I'm bored sitting here in the Marquis' Mansion. Of course I have to come since my sister-in-law called me. What's a few steps to take?"
They were still as innocent and naive as before, and still as intimate as before, but now the hands around Jiang Fei's arms were like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and wrapping around her, making Jiang Fei unconsciously tense up.
She resisted the urge to pull her arm away. It was acting. If Wei Ciying could act, why couldn't she?
Jiang Fei patted the back of Wei Ciying's hand and said, "We're almost there."
The two of them passed through the moon-shaped door. Jiang Fei stopped and asked, "What's going on?"
There was a pile of dirt on the road, and the flower path next to it was dug into pieces.
The flower slave who was digging the soil hurried forward and said, "Miss, it's been hot lately and many flowers have died. I'm replacing them."
"Let's take a detour." Wei Ciying said.
"There's no way around it." Jiang Fei pointed ahead, "That's where I live."
Wei Ciying had no choice but to suppress her disgust and step over. The soles of her shoes were already covered in yellow mud.
Jiang Fei glanced to the side, and Jiu Tao received the signal and immediately said, "I'll go prepare some refreshments for the two ladies first."
The two entered Jiang Fei's simple courtyard. Although there were four rooms in the west wing, two of them were piled with miscellaneous items. The other two were Jiang Fei's bedroom and Jiu Tao's bedroom respectively, and there was nothing to see there.
After a while, Jiutao brought in tea and snacks, put the things away, and nodded to Jiang Fei.
Speculation is one thing, confirmation is another.
It seems that the person who appeared in the woods that night was indeed Wei Ciying. She appeared in the woods with the group of people, and then the group disappeared, and she appeared in the woodshed again.
It seems that some answers are about to emerge.
…
After seeing Wei Ciying off, Jiang Fei took out the two rubbings again, one was obtained from Pei Jing, and the other was the one Jiutao had just made on the flower mud.
The two pictures overlap and are exactly the same.
"Should we tell the prince?" Jiutao asked while lying on the table.
Jiang Fei put it away again and nodded, "I'll let him know when I find out."
Jiutao jumped up happily and said, "I'll have someone prepare the carriage!"
"Wait." Jiang Fei stopped her, "I won't go. Be careful when you go, don't let anyone see you."
"Why don't you go, Miss?" Jiutao was puzzled.
Jiang Fei didn't dare to tell her the truth. She didn't dare to see Pei Jing at all.
Yesterday, before she even left the palace, she heard the system say that her favorability had increased again.
She really didn't understand. Even though she was in such a state, Pei Jing's favorability was still increasing. Could he be a masochist or have some kind of cuckold fetish?
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