After the favored concubine remarried, the aloof and powerful minister forcibly took her away.

Chapter 48 What were you thinking when you pushed me away?

When Pei Yanzhi returned to Mosong Garden, Bitao had already helped Xiang Ning tidy up.

I retied my disheveled hair, but my head still throbbed with a buzzing pain.

"Master."

As soon as Bitao stood up, she saw Pei Yanzhi push the door open and enter.

Pei Yanzhi waved for her to leave, and Bitao tactfully walked out, closing the door behind her.

Xiang Ning turned around, and Pei Yanzhi walked over and sat down next to her.

"I have already sent Chenghua to fetch the imperial physician."

Hearing this, Xiang Ning smiled and shook her head: "Master, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all."

After he finished speaking, Pei Yanzhi suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiang Ning's hand.

With a forceful pull, he drew her into his arms, and Xiang Ning looked up to meet Pei Yanzhi's eyes.

Those dark eyes always held emotions that Xiang Ning could never fathom.

What were you thinking when you pushed me away?

Pei Yanzhi's abrupt question caught Xiang Ning off guard.

"This servant just doesn't want to make Master unhappy."

After all, Pei Yanzhi was slapped by Qin Bijun this morning, and if he were to be slapped by Pei Feng again this afternoon.

She's afraid she can't appease him at all.

She was the one serving Pei Yanzhi, and she didn't want to be tortured.

"Well……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Ning saw Pei Yanzhi lower his head and kissed her the instant she opened her lips.

When their warm, moist lips touched, Pei Yanzhi reached out and held her head, deepening the kiss.

In Pei Yanzhi's memory, he had never been so firmly chosen by someone before.

Even his family members made choices based on weighing the pros and cons.

Only Xiang Ning did so because she didn't want him to be unhappy.

Pei Yanzhi opened his eyes and covered her eyes with his other hand.

Sometimes, he even wondered if she was still lying to him.

Having experienced spring, one no longer longs for winter nights.

"From now on, you don't need to shield me from these things."

Pei Yanzhi released Xiang Ning and pressed his forehead against hers. Xiang Ning looked at him with a faint blush on her face.

She had never seen Pei Yanzhi like this before.

"Then I'll get hurt less, bleed less, and smile more."

Xiang Ning reached out and gently wiped away the lipstick that had smeared on the corner of his lips.

That way, her life will be a little easier.

She hoped that no more trouble would arise before she had earned enough money.

"it is good."

Pei Yanzhi looked at her and took her fingers in his hand.

Before long, Chenghua arrived with the imperial physician. After examining Xiangning, the physician prescribed two doses of medicine.

After all, Pei Feng used a lot of force in that slap, and it hit him on the head.

The physician was worried that Xiang Ning might have problems later, so he specially left two doses of medicine and gave her a few instructions.

He also said that if I felt unwell, I should definitely ask him to come and see me.

After the physician left, Pei Yanzhi told Xiang Ning to go and rest.

After a long day of fussing, Xiang Ning didn't refuse and went back to her room to rest. She slept soundly until the next day.

When she was fully conscious, she was still somewhat dazed. She glanced at the sky and hurriedly got up.

Pushing open the door, I saw Pei Yanzhi practicing his sword in the courtyard.

The autumn morning was already a bit chilly, but Pei Yanzhi was dressed in thin clothes, holding a long sword in his hand, and when he swung it back and forth, his hand even made a beautiful sword flower.

Xiang Ning could even see the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Just as she took a step forward, Pei Yanzhi turned around, his long sword landing in front of her, catching the falling withered leaf.

"woke up?"

Pei Yanzhi sheathed his sword, and withered leaves drifted to the ground.

Xiang Ning nodded: "I overslept." She should have gotten up to serve Pei Yanzhi by this time, but for some reason, she slept so soundly this time.

"It doesn't matter."

After saying this, Pei Yanzhi put his sword aside and gestured for Xiang Ning to come over.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

His words of concern sounded somewhat awkward, making Xiang Ning feel a little embarrassed.

After asking the question, Pei Yanzhi didn't say anything more, just hummed in response and walked towards the house.

Chenghua had prepared bath water in advance, and after he bathed, Xiangning helped him change his clothes.

The girl's hands roamed over his body, bringing an unbearable, tingling sensation.

Pei Yanzhi's eyes were dark. He had just grasped her wrist and helped her sit on the bed. Before he could make a move, he heard a voice from outside.

"Hey, Chenghua, your husband's still not up?"

"Greetings, Young Marquis."

Cheng Hua looked at Han Jun and bowed.

"Young Master, you mustn't..."

To my surprise, as soon as I looked up, I saw Han Jun push open the door, and then something was thrown out.

Han Jun caught it with lightning speed, only to realize it was a pillow.

"You're so hot-tempered, you wouldn't happen to be... I was wondering."

He leaned against the doorway, clutching the pillow, and chuckled softly as he looked at the light-colored dress peeking out from the soft couch.

I had long heard that Pei Yanzhi had taken in a concubine for the first time ever, and he doted on her very much.

Looking at it now, it really is true. But he understands. After being vegetarian for so many years, it's the first time he's eaten meat, so he has to party every night.

Hearing Han Jun's somewhat irritating tone, Pei Yanzhi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Xiang Ning also got up from the bed, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and hurriedly came out.

They happened to make eye contact with Han Jun, who was leaning against the door.

Her face flushed slightly, and she left the house with her head down.

Xiang Ning hadn't expected that Pei Yanzhi would have such desires so early in the morning.

If this person hadn't come, the two of them would probably have ended up in bed together again.

Han Jun carried the pillow into the room.

Pei Yanzhi also came out from inside, looking at him with displeasure: "What is it?"

"I brought my thousand-year-old ginseng to see you because I heard you were sick, but seeing you like this, I guess you're alright."

After saying that, he sat down on the soft couch and said, "Your little beauty is indeed beautiful. No wonder even a Rakshasa ghost like you, who is not interested in women and is cold-hearted, has fallen for your tricks."

Han Jun had only caught a fleeting glance and only saw Xiang Ning's profile.

As the saying goes, true beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin. She has excellent bone structure and her appearance is certainly not bad, but Han Jun felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

It feels like I've seen it somewhere before.

Unfortunately, Young Master Han had met too many people to remember them.

"If nothing happens, get out."

Pei Yanzhi sat down opposite him, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.

Han Jun clicked his tongue twice: "Look at how hot you are. You, a cold and aloof noble young master, have never uttered a single vulgar word."

"It's my bad timing that I've disturbed your good mood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yanzhi looked up at him, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that he couldn't hide at all.

"I have important business to attend to."

After saying that, Han Jun put down the pillow, took something out of his pocket and handed it to him: "What you wanted, the sales records of those merchants in Ling'an."

"But I'm curious, what do you need this for? Could it be related to what you're investigating?"

A ledger was tossed to Pei Yanzhi, who took it, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Do you believe that there are things in this world that can grow wings and disappear without a trace?"

"Money certainly doesn't grow legs."

Han Jun smiled and leaned to the side, picking up some fruit from the table and starting to eat.

“But if you want to know about Ling An, wouldn’t it be more convenient to ask your second aunt? After all, she was born in Ling An, so she might know something.”

(End of this chapter)