The mistress of a marquis's family divorced her husband and married someone else: the scumbag&#

"Ye Qingluo, I've made it very clear. I don't owe you any money, so don't make trouble for me!"

Chu Beiyu had a cold face, unable to hide his disgust.

Ye Qingluo was disdainful, "It's not the first or second time that the Marquis has denied his fault, how come I am the one making trouble?"

"The 40,000 silver taels of my dowry were actually spent, and the account book also records it clearly. It doesn't matter if the Marquis denies it. I just don't know if it will damage the Marquis's reputation when I go to the Dali Temple."

"Marquis Pingyuan, who just returned from a victorious battle, is secretly a gigolo who relies on women's dowries for support."

"tsk"

"enough!"

Chu Beiyu was completely enraged. He raised his hand, and the veins on his forehead popped out. "Ye Qingluo, do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

"Since you've married here, you should fulfill your duties as a mistress. So what if I use some of your money?"

"If you know what's good for you, take out the silver quickly. Otherwise, believe it or not..."

Ye Qingluo took a few steps forward and looked at his raised hand without any fear.

"What else do you want to do? Do you want to beat me or divorce me? But you have to think carefully about the consequences of this, my lord."

Ye Qingluo raised the corners of his lips, and his tone was chilling to the bone. Chu Beiyu didn't know why his heart trembled, as if a sinister pair of eyes were staring at him secretly.

It seemed that if he really did this, there would be unpredictable consequences waiting for him.

"Humph!"

Thinking of the purpose of coming here today, Chu Beiyu suppressed his inner anger and said coldly, "I won't bother with you, a woman."

Ye Qingluo narrowed her eyes slightly. She could still endure it even in such a situation. It seemed that Chu Beiyu had come with bad intentions today.

"In that case, please go back, my lord."

Seeing Ye Qingluo ordering them to leave, Chu Beiyu's expression changed again and again, and when she was about to turn around, he tried to reach out and grab her wrist.

Ye Qingluo had noticed it long ago and was one step faster than him. Chu Beiyu leaned forward and lost his balance, falling heavily to the ground.

"My Lord, there is no need to be so polite in broad daylight."

Ye Qingluo folded his arms across his chest, looking down at the person on the ground, his eyes full of mockery.

"Ye Qingluo!"

Chu Beiyu was furious, but Ye Qingluo had no intention of paying any attention to him. She walked right past him and disappeared from Chu Beiyu's sight with the sound of the door slamming shut.

She didn't care what Chu Beiyu's plan was today. Even if she was angry, she had to hold it in.

A slight questioning voice came from my ear, "Is this what you liked back then?"

Ye Qingluo raised her eyes and met Ye Beimo's dark eyes full of sarcasm.

Well, what this person said is not wrong. Chu Beiyu is not even a toy after all.

We can only blame the general who defended the country for not being able to judge people well, which led to the current situation. Things are different now.

Chu Beiyu outside crawled up from the ground in a panic, stared at the closed door with hatred, and stomped his feet several times in anger.

Originally, he wanted to use the name of his mother's medical treatment to let Ye Qingluo take out the remaining dowry to temporarily fill the deficit in his hands.

But Ye Qingluo not only refused to give it to him, but also dared to say that he was a gigolo.

If he didn't want to use Ye Qingluo's name to calm down the subordinates of the former generals in the army and make them submit to him.

Otherwise, based on what Ye Qingluo did today, he would definitely not let it go.

Although they are both women, his Wan'er does not fight or compete, and never cares about these material things. Ye Qingluo is far inferior to him.

But because of what happened just now, Chu Beiyu was too embarrassed to ask Ye Qingluo to pay the money again, so he could only shout angrily into the house, "Ye Qingluo, it is a fact that you made your mother so angry that she was bedridden. You will reflect on yourself in the yard for the next few days and you are not allowed to come out without my order."

Ye Beimo's aura turned cold and he was about to walk out when he was stopped by Ye Qingluo.

"Why go?"

"Teach him a lesson."

"No need."

Ye Qingluo replied that Chu Beiyu only dared to talk big and did not dare to actually fight.

"He's already like this, and you're still protecting him?"

Ye Beimo's eyes turned cold. Wasn't this woman very brave when she was outside just now? Why did she become hesitant after entering the house?

"Your Highness the Regent, you have a lot of questions today."

Ye Qingluo frowned and said with a smile, "These seem to be beyond the scope of our cooperation."

Ye Beimo frowned, "Okay!"

"I won't ask. If you end up being bullied, don't ask me to help you!"

After Ye Beimo finished speaking, he turned and left. Looking at his back, it seemed that he was still angry.

Chu Beiyu had left just now, and her yard was already remote. The original owner liked quietness, so there was no one around her except Cuizhu.

This prince was able to leave without anyone noticing, and I think he also had his own abilities when he left.

As for confinement, Ye Qingluo was disdainful of it. It was hard to say whether he could be imprisoned.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

Cuizhu, who had just returned from the kitchen, ran in anxiously. When she passed the back garden, she heard people talking about how the Marquis had locked up his wife.

She hurried back and was relieved to see that her wife was fine.

Cuizhu moved closer, fearing that she might touch upon Madam's sorrow, and asked quietly, "Madam, did the Marquis come here just now? I heard someone say that he was confined."

"It doesn't matter. This Chu Beiyu can't do anything to me."

"Didn't you go to the kitchen to get food? Where are the things?"

Cuizhu responded, "It's outside. I'll get it right away."

In an alley not far from Pingyuanhou Mansion, a carriage was parked.

Looking at his master coming down from the wall, he felt ashamed. His master was the regent after all, so why did he follow the example of others and enter through the wall instead of the main gate?

The person he wanted to see was the wife of Marquis Pingyuan.

If this were to get out, I don't know what a sensation it would cause.

"Your Highness, can that lady really cure your illness?"

Leng Yi stepped forward and asked, you know, his master has been suffering from illness for so many years, even if the emperor offered a large reward for talented people, it was of no use.

"Go back first."

When Ye Qingluo was mentioned, Ye Beimo became depressed and irritable.

He really didn't understand what this woman was thinking. She wanted his help but wouldn't let him do it himself.

His attitude was even more arrogant. He wanted to stay even after being bullied like this.

It’s better not to let him know that you are protecting that thing!

Leng Yi saw that his master was in a bad mood and did not ask any more questions, but heard Ye Beimo coldly say, "Go spread the word that Pingyuan Hou is a guy who lives on women's dowries."

"what?"

Leng was shocked. He had seen Ping Yuanhou who had just won a victory, and he didn't look like a gigolo.

But once this news came out, someone was going to be in trouble.

Chu Beiyu was very anxious at this time. He tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. Today and tomorrow are the days to marry Wan'er.

But his betrothal money was not yet collected. In the past two days, he had already spent only 30,000 taels of the 60,000 taels that the emperor had rewarded him with.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the name of medical treatment to ask Ye Qingluo to pay money!

Chu Beiyu gritted his teeth. Ye Qingluo, this ungrateful woman, doesn’t she know that a wife should regard her husband as her God?

What's wrong with using a little money from her!