I'm already a concubine, who wants to fight with you?

Chapter 166: Dumb
Yuan San thought for a moment, "But, if I regain my identity, do I still need you to give it to me?"

"The emperor will not let you go." The fake Pei Yuan paused, and when his breath stabilized a little, he panted and said, "He knows I'm fake, so he indulges me. But if you restore your identity, won't he continue to send people to assassinate you?"

Even, the entire Pei family was punished.

Yuan San's eyes became unfathomable.

He looked at the fake Pei Yuan again and praised: "You are smarter than I thought."

The fake Pei Yuan thought that he had given in, so he came to lobby him again.

"I am in the light, you are in the dark. As long as you don't expose me, I will still be the master of the Pei family. When the time comes, I will give you whatever you want. You stay away from the capital and never come back. This way, both the Pei family and you will be safe!"

In the eyes of the emperor, the real "Pei Yuan" was already dead, and there was no need to be wary of a fake one. He could even take a playful attitude and watch how the fake one would stir up trouble in the Pei family and ruin the reputation of the Anyuan Marquisate.

But if Pei Yuan comes back, he will definitely harbor hatred.

By then, not to mention the Pei family, even the entire marquis's mansion will be regarded as a thorn in the emperor's side.

The fake Pei Yuan thought that the conditions he offered were generous enough, but Yuan San remained unmoved.

After several attempts to persuade him failed, the fake Pei Yuan became furious and shouted in a stern voice: "You, don't refuse my toast and drink the forfeit! Don't forget, I am Pei Yuan now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan San moved as fast as lightning and grabbed his neck with one hand.

The fake Pei Yuan wanted to scream in fear, but his throat was strangled, preventing him from making any loud sound.

His face turned red and he struggled hard, but his weak body was like fish on a chopping board in Yuan San's hands.

"You, you won't kill anyone..." The fake Pei Yuan seemed to be asking for confirmation, or begging for mercy, with Yuan San's mask reflected in his pupils, "I am... a citizen of Dajing..."

As a general who defends his country, how could Pei Yuan kill his own people?

"Do you know how many people I have killed in the past ten years?" Yuan San was unmoved. He tightened his grip slowly and smiled, "Whether they are traitors or spies, if you peel off the skin of the dead to make clothes, you will never be able to wear them all in your lifetime."

The fake Pei Yuan had difficulty breathing, and blood spots gradually appeared in his eyes.

When the threat failed, he tried to pry open Yuan San's wrists, and begged in a trembling voice due to suffocation: "Pei, General Pei..."

"But," Yuan San said playfully, "You really can't die now."

Before the fake Pei Yuan's joy was revealed, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, and then his vision went dark and he passed out.

When the agreed time limit of half an hour was up, Xie Fei came back leisurely, but did not see Yuan San in the room.

She muttered, "Leaving so soon?"

After saying that, she went to the bedside again to check on the fake Pei Yuan's condition.

Maybe he was tired of scolding, the fake Pei Yuan slept soundly, but for some reason, his head was covered with cold sweat.

Xie Fei didn't wipe him and went to sleep next door.

The next day, the fake Pei Yuan opened his eyes, but he was dazed and it seemed that he could not make any sound from his throat.

The doctor came to check, but couldn't explain what was going on, so he just gave up.

After replacing someone to take care of him, Xie Fei returned to Songyueju.

Yuan San, dressed as a servant, had a beard, messy hair, and a hunched back. He looked like a qualified servant no matter how you looked at him.

He was wiping the flowerbed when Xie Fei, standing in the corridor, asked, "What did you do with the fake?"

Yuan San cried out in injustice, "Girl, what can I do? You just left yesterday, and before I had time to interrogate him, he fell asleep. As for his current condition, it's really none of my business!"

Xie Fei stared at him. "That man's throat cartilage was bruised, and the soft tissue was swollen and blocked. He can't speak anymore. If it weren't for you, I really can't find any reason."

Yuan San sighed: "Miss, you don't want to believe me?"

"You said before that you would lie to me if necessary." Xie Fei always remembered. Yuan San had no choice but to say, "But I also said that even if I lied, I would not hurt you."

Xie Fei did not comment.

Although there are "white lies", lying is still lying.

From the moment you start telling lies, it is bound to cause harm.

Xie Fei flicked his sleeves and went back into the room, closing the door to prevent Yuan San from coming in or out.

Yuan San put down the rag, looked at the closed door and sighed.

In Qiong Yu Garden, Xiao Shirong drank tea leisurely.

"She only has a maid and a nanny by her side?"

The old woman who was always watching Songyueju said, "Yes, in addition, there are servants in the mansion who do rough work like fetching water and sweeping the floor."

Xiao Shirong wondered, "Could it be that her lover didn't come with her to Pei's house?"

The old woman suggested: "Madam, why don't you create an accident and put Xiao Niang Xie in danger. That way, her lover will naturally show up to save her."

By then, wouldn't it be like catching a turtle in a jar?

Xiao Shirong thought this was a great idea, but he needed to create a suitable occasion and wait for the right opportunity.

Suddenly, a maid came in and reported: "Madam, Miss Fang wants to see you."

"Fang Qinrou?" Xiao Shirong frowned and asked, "What is she doing here?"

Fang Qinrou is the most timid among all the concubines. She is like a mouse in normal times. She runs away faster than a mouse at the slightest sign of trouble.

She was particularly afraid of Xiao Shirong, and usually didn't even dare to look him in the eye, let alone take the initiative to ask for a meeting.

Xiao Shirong asked, "She came alone?"

The maid said, "Yes."

Xiao Shirong sneered, "This bitch wants to play tricks too? As expected, as people grow older, they become more thoughtful."

She picked up the teacup, leaned lazily, and said, "Let her in."

She wanted to see what tricks that cowardly thing was going to play.

Fang Qinrou came in quickly, just like usual, with lowered head and trembling eyes, not daring to look at Xiao Shirong for even a second.

She kowtowed deeply, her voice trembling, "Madam, I heard that there is an opera in the capital..."

"Your tongue can't be straightened. Do you want me to pull it out and replace it with a new one?" Xiao Shirong was most annoyed by people who couldn't even speak clearly.

Fang Qinrou shrank her shoulders and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out.

She took several deep breaths to suppress her fear and said, "I heard that this troupe performs very well. I thought that you like to listen to operas and this troupe will not stay in the capital for long. Maybe..."

Xiao Shirong interrupted her impatiently, "I have my own troupe, why should I look for outsiders?"

Fang Qin said in a trembling voice: "Although the operas in the mansion are also well sung, you are tired of listening to them. Maybe change to something else..."

"Forget it," Xiao Shirong was too lazy to listen anymore and said, "I'm feeling annoyed recently and I'm not in the mood to listen to the opera. You can go down."

Fang Qinrou didn't dare to persuade him anymore and had to leave.

Seeing this, the old woman asked, "Madam, you like to listen to music and watch opera the most. Now that there are other opera troupes coming to the capital, why don't you invite them to come and listen to them?"

Xiao Shirong looked out the window and said in annoyance, "How can I enjoy watching a show if I don't remove the thorn in my eye?"

(End of this chapter)