Chapter 115 Take One of His Legs
Seeing this, Pei Yanzhi had no choice but to give up. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand, which was adorned with a jade thumb ring, leaving a warm and gentle touch.
"Then wait for me," he said softly, his voice still carrying a lingering tenderness. "It'll be quick."
Ji Shu nodded obediently.
Immediately, he turned around abruptly, drew the sword from Wu Yang's waist, and before the Wei family could react, the cold blade was already pressed against Wei Ziming's throat.
"I think you're tired of living!" His voice was filled with murderous intent. "Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"
After saying that, he picked up the hilt of the knife and was about to bring it down in front of the Wei family's horrified eyes.
Wei Ziming kept his eyes closed; he had already made up his mind the moment he went inside.
He only regretted not being prepared to act, and he also resented not being able to have her back in Chongzhou.
It was a complete waste for the Marquis of Yan.
"Brother, stop!"
A sharp shout pierced the air, the hilt of the sword suddenly stopped, Pei Yanzhi looked up and saw that everyone else had just snapped out of their daze.
The person who arrived was none other than Madam Pei!
Lord Wei was so frightened that he trembled all over and said in a trembling voice, "My lord, please spare my son's life."
Granny Chang helped Madam Pei come over. Her hair was slightly disheveled, indicating that she had rushed over since she learned that Ji Shu was in the Wei family.
She was restless in the room, her heart pounding, with a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
She then ordered a carriage to come over. She glanced around the courtyard, her gaze finally settling on the gleaming blade, and her eyes flashed with shock and anger: "Jingchen, what are you doing?"
Pei Yanzhi took a deep breath, suppressing his overwhelming anger, and looked at Madam Pei with a gradually cooling gaze: "Mother, do you not understand? Or did you come here specifically to stop your son?"
His gaze toward Madam Pei grew increasingly cold, sending a chill down her spine, though she remained silent.
She first looked around and saw Ji Shu sitting quietly in the chair on the right, while Uncle Wei was kneeling on the ground, and the blood on Wei Ziming's neck had already congealed, looking extremely frightening.
Wei Heng helped the pale-faced Old Madam Wei to sit down to one side, while the entire courtyard was in complete chaos.
She composed herself, looked at Ji Shu first, and asked gently, "Is Madam Ji alright?" She felt a mix of emotions towards this woman who was about to become her daughter-in-law.
On the one hand, people pity her background and are amazed by her appearance, and on the other hand, the lonely Dalang finally has a reliable person by his side.
But what happened today far exceeded her expectations. Da Lang's face was cold, and he was determined to avenge Ji Shu, regardless of who the other party was.
Regardless of what consequences might follow after such an act, is this the behavior of a wise ruler?
Ji Shu stood up, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your concern, Madam. I am doing well."
Pei Yanzhi snorted coldly, "It really is alright. After being locked up for four or five days, no one even cared about his fever. Is that what you call alright?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ji Shu's face. Madam Pei turned to look at Old Madam Wei and said slowly, "Elder sister, Da Lang was just confused because he was worried, which is why he took such a drastic action. I hope you won't take offense."
Old Madam Wei, nearing sixty years old, was forcing herself to stay awake, determined to stop Marquis Yan, but who knew—
Looking at the scene before her, her cloudy eyes gazed at Wei Ziming, her expression a complex mix of emotions, knowing that today she was facing a choice between death and punishment.
Finally, she sighed deeply: "My grandson has committed such a grave mistake. I only hope that Marquis Yan will spare his life. I would be eternally grateful!"
Wei Bogong exclaimed urgently, "Mother!"
Seeing that my uncle still couldn't see the current situation clearly, Old Madam Wei shook her head and said to Wei Heng, "Heng'er, help this old woman back."
"I believe that Marquis Yan will handle this properly."
These words were spoken to both the Marquis of Yan and Lady Pei.
Wei Heng glanced at her brother, then at Ji Shu, her eyes filled with shock and mixed emotions, before helping the old lady away.
Pei Yanzhi waved his hand, and Lu Changming led the remaining guards away, followed closely by the servants from the Wei family courtyard.
At this moment, only the Wei family father and son remained in the grand and elegant courtyard. Pei Yanzhi slowly sat down beside Ji Shu.
Looking at the anxious and uneasy Wei Bogong, I just felt a little regretful. The Wei family was quite famous in Yanzhou, going back one generation.
Wei Ziming's grandfather was not only skilled in martial arts and politics, but also a poet; it's a pity.
He raised his hand and took Ji Shu's hand, squeezing it gently, as if to tell her not to be afraid, that he was there to support her.
Then he looked up at Madam Pei, a smile playing on his lips: "Mother, why have you made such a big fuss over here? What kind of actions do you want your son to take?"
These words were spoken lightly, and everyone lowered their heads and fell silent.
Who exactly mobilized such a large force? The remaining people pondered this to themselves, but said nothing.
Looking at the eldest son's face, which was showing signs of anger, Madam Pei sighed softly. The eldest son's behavior was nothing more than wanting to make Wei Ziming suffer, but after all, the two families had a marriage agreement.
Such ruthless and cruel actions will only lead people to say behind Yan Hou's back that he is arrogant.
Madam Pei simply forgot that her eldest son never needed anyone else to interfere with his actions.
Madam Pei glanced at their clasped hands, frowned, and looked at Ji Shu: "Madam Ji, you are the one who suffered the most. Tell me, how should this matter be handled to quell the hatred in your heart?"
Ji Shu was slightly taken aback. Her face was pale as she looked up at Madam Pei. Seeing the complex emotions in Madam Pei's eyes, she immediately understood.
She wanted to take this matter seriously and then put it down gently, so she pursed her lips.
Just as she was about to speak, the man holding her hand squeezed it tightly, and Pei Yanzhi's deep voice sounded in her ear: "Do whatever you want, no matter what others think, follow your own heart."
Upon hearing this, Wei Bogong's face turned extremely ugly, but he dared not speak out in anger.
Ji Shu looked at Wei Ziming kneeling on the ground. The once arrogant young master was now as pathetic as a stray dog.
"Then I'll take one of the young master's legs!"
"What?" Everyone else present was shocked.
"No!" Lord Wei exclaimed, "The relationship between this woman and my son is still unknown. Your Highness, you must not believe her!"
"If Ming'er loses a leg, what will become of the dignity of this vast Wei mansion!"
Wei Ziming suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with resentment.
Madam Pei's face darkened, clearly not expecting her to be so resolute.
Pei Yanzhi chuckled softly, tapping his knuckles lightly on the armrest: "According to Lord Wei, my future princess has disappeared, but has been found in your mansion. Wouldn't I be ridiculed by the world?"
"Is it that your Wei family's reputation is greater than my own?"
His gaze swept over the panicked faces of the crowd, then landed on Wei Bogong's guilty look, and he smiled faintly.
"Since my queen wishes to take one of your son's legs, I think it's feasible." His tone carried an undeniable air of authority. "It would save your son's life and allow your grandfather to enjoy his grandchildren in the future. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
Wei Bogong collapsed to the ground, his gaze involuntarily turning to Madam Pei at the head of the table, whose eyes were slightly closed.
The last glimmer of hope has vanished.
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