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Chapter 30 Pan Jinlian, the Disliked Woman

Ximen Da Guanren was also taken aback!
Could it be that He Qianhu, who came from a military background, was also a man who was afraid of his wife?

When questioned by Madam Yu, Commander He's face immediately betrayed his disgust:
"Master Ximen, you may not know this, but I come from a military background. The women I'm used to seeing must have broad shoulders and a thick waist, be tall and have thick legs, buttocks like millstones, and breasts like big steamed buns! Most importantly, their feet must be big, with thick soles that make a sound when they step on the ground, and preferably have a strange smell. That's what's satisfying! That's what's called sturdy! That's what's called good for bearing children!"

He glanced at Pan Jinlian sideways, as if she were a worn-out shoe, as if she were something disgusting: "So thin as a stalk of hemp! A skeleton! I could snap that slender waist in one hand! Her feet are so thin and pointed like chicken claws, she walks unsteadily, and a strong wind could blow her over! Her face is as white as a hanged man's, sickly and weak! If she were on my bed, I wouldn't even dare to use my strength, for fear of crushing her bones! What's so interesting about her?! She's making me feel uncomfortable all over!"

He Qianhu's shocking words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone in the room stunned!

Yu was completely frozen like a puppet!

He felt a surge of evil fire rush to his head, stars flashed before his eyes, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, nearly fainting!
She painstakingly devised a scheme to "kill two warriors with one peach," only to have it turn out to be a complete farce!
Pan Jinlian, whom all the men in the courtyard drooled over, was, in Commander He's eyes, nothing more than a piece of trash with a sickly face and no strength to even lift water!
Pan Jinlian was utterly devastated!
She was always proud of her beauty, especially her pair of golden lotus feet, which captivated countless men!

For the first time, Shui Xing's eyes revealed a complex look of bewilderment and confusion.

Her cherry lips were slightly parted, unable to close, as if she had encountered an evil spirit, and she could not believe that there was anyone in the world who disliked her appearance!
But in that instant, he was overjoyed!
This Mr. Ximen... has actually become her new master!

She secretly glanced up at Ximen Qing—

His face was as fair as jade, his lips as red as cinnabar, his two sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and his phoenix eyes had slightly upturned corners, containing three parts charm and seven parts wickedness.

Moreover, with his upright posture and elegant demeanor, he was truly a handsome and dashing figure with a touch of wickedness!
Her heart skipped a beat!
I thought that after being bought by this family, I would be given to this rich old man.

But then she heard that she had been given by the Yu family to Wu Dalang, a short, ugly man who sold pancakes made from tree bark.

Now I've managed to climb up to someone like Master Ximen...

None of the men she'd ever met were even worthy of carrying this man's shoes!
Isn't it because Heaven favors my looks?
Otherwise, why would it be arranged this way!

Thinking of this, my heart swelled up, and the large hand that was still supporting my arm felt like a hot pepper, burning and tingling.

Ximen Da Guanren was shocked and then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This Commander He certainly has unique tastes; Sister Yu must be an absolute beauty in his presence.

He gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant! Lord He's insight is truly remarkable! Truly... truly a woman of great wisdom, with a discerning eye for talent!"

Lord He said smugly, "Of course, of course!"

Ximen Da Guanren laughed and said, "Since Lord He says so, it would be impolite of me to refuse."

Commander He waved his hand and said, "Master Ximen, don't stand on ceremony with me."

Immediately afterwards, Commander He ordered several guards to remain to "assist" the Zhang family with the handover.

Then, together with Ximen Qing, they took the newly issued "grain and land donation" document, soaked in the blood and tears of the Zhang family, and strode away surrounded by a group of soldiers and guards.

Now, the two of them left.

In the main hall, Zhang, the wealthy man, who was slumped in a rosewood armchair, let out a gurgling sound, gasped for breath, and slowly woke up.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he managed to open them a crack.

The hall was completely empty.

Only his wife, Madam Yu, with disheveled hair and a face ashen, was leaning against the edge of the octagonal table that had been kicked askew by the guards, her chest heaving violently as if a bellows were being pulled taut.

Zhang the landlord struggled to sit up, his fat body bulging, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Those...those two jinxes who eat people without spitting out bones...are they gone?" Upon hearing this, Madam Yu turned her head sharply!
Those bloodshot eyes, like poisoned hooks, were viciously stabbing at Zhang the landlord!
She rushed over in three strides, poked her finger straight at Zhang the landlord's greasy nose, and sprayed his face with spittle mixed with the smell of cosmetics:
"They're gone?! You old, undead, plague-ridden pig! Still thinking about those two jinxes?! Open your beady eyes and take a look! This house... this house has been practically ransacked by them, they've even dug out the rat holes!"

Zhang the landlord's ears were ringing from her shouting. His heart tightened as if it were being clamped by iron clamps. He asked in a trembling voice, "Scratching...scratching what?"

"What are you scraping?!" Yu shrieked, her laughter like the mournful howl of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine!

She grabbed the front of Zhang's brand-new silk robe, forcefully dragging his obese body halfway out of the armchair, her fingernails almost digging into his greasy flesh.

“Your lifeline! Fifteen hundred acres of prime farmland outside the city! The land deeds, in black and white, were tucked away in Ximen Qing’s sleeve!” With each word, she jabbed Zhang the landlord’s chest with her finger, making his fat jiggle.
"And in the granary! 1,800 shi of top-quality, golden rice! Not a single grain was left! It was all given to Commander He."

Zhang the landlord felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
1,500 mu of fertile land! 1,800 shi of grain!

His vision went black, a rush of blood to his head nearly made him faint again, and he stammered, "Is...is there more?"

"There's more?!" Madam Yu abruptly released him, put her hands on her hips, and sneered:

"Pan Jinlian! You sly vixen, the apple of your eye! You've been taken back to Ximen Qing's mansion to enjoy yourself, and he's probably whipping you around right now. And you're still dreaming?"

Zhang the wealthy man was struck dumb!
Jinlian...was taken away by Ximen Qing?

The maid swayed her slender waist and took small, delicate steps, like a willow swaying in the wind.

Her almond-shaped eyes were full of spring, and her gaze was so alluring that it captivated him.

Zhang the wealthy man roared, "You scoundrel! You scoundrel! You wretched woman, why didn't you stop me?"

"Didn't we agree... that we agreed to marry her off to that short, ugly Wu Dalang? How can we break our promise? How are we going to explain this to Wu Dalang?"

"Confess?! I'll confess your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Madam Yu trembled with rage, and with a backhand slap, she delivered a resounding blow to Zhang the landlord's fat left cheek, the sound of the wind rushing through the air!

With a crisp "smash," it sounded like a big watermelon had been smashed!
Five bright red finger marks immediately appeared on Zhang the landlord's face!

"You old scoundrel! You coffin stuffer! Don't think I don't know what maggots are in your belly!" She pointed at Zhang the landlord's nose and cursed loudly.
"Breaking promises! Bah! You're just afraid of breaking your promise to that short, ugly Wu Dalang and cutting off your path to incest, aren't you? I'm stopping you from touching that little slut, and you're going to marry her off to Wu Dalang? How could you come up with such a rotten idea that's sore on the head and oozing pus from the soles of your feet! You just want to take advantage of that short guy's cowardice so you can use visiting as an excuse to sneak into his house every few days and sneak off to have an affair with that little hussy?"

"You shameless old man! You old beast! You're practically half-buried in the ground, and you're still thinking about eating young grass! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? Let me tell you! That Pan Jinlian was someone I sent away! You have such filthy thoughts, still thinking about cheating? Dream on!"

These words were like peeling away skin and pulling out tendons!
Exposing Zhang the landlord's shameful and sordid thoughts completely!

He thought of the beauty he had never seen in his life, and how she was probably being held in Ximen Qing's arms and pampered by him.

His face flushed red and then turned pale, filled with shame and indignation, as if he had been stripped naked and paraded through the streets. He pointed at Madam Yu and stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

Madam Yu sneered: "Puke! Puke it all out so you can meet the King of Hell sooner! It'll save this whole family from starving! You old bastard! You just had to provoke that number one living Yama of Qinghe County! And now look what's happened! You've squandered your family fortune, lost all face! You can't even keep the little harlot you bought! I was really blind to marry such a spineless, spineless, and depraved pig like you!"

Zhang Dahu felt a metallic sweetness rising in his throat, and with a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of thick, dark red blood!

His head fell over and he fainted again.

The sight of fresh blood startled Yu, and she quickly went to check on it.

[My lord, I've awarded Jinlian two monthly passes!]

(End of this chapter)