Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Han Zhi got lost in the mountains. Although he had worked in the capital before, he mostly stayed in the city and the palace and seldom came to the outskirts of the capital, let alone climb such desolate mountains.

Ever since he was attacked last night, he became angrier and angrier. After sobering up, he simply got up and rushed to the outskirts of Beijing overnight. He went up the mountain before dawn to look for the so-called Panshi Academy.

But he was thin-skinned and had a bad temper, and he was too embarrassed to ask others, so he wandered around the mountain and couldn't find the gate of the academy.

He watched the carriage passing by, opened his mouth several times, but closed it uncontrollably, and in the end no sound came out. Just when he thought he would be trapped in the mountains today, the carriage came back.

"Follow!"

The curtains were drawn open, and the silver mask shone brightly in the sunlight, but Han Zhi couldn't help but want to close his eyes. He stared at the masked boy until the carriage turned up the mountain again.

Gritting his teeth, Han Zhi followed the carriage on foot, took the right road, and passed the gate of the academy.

"Hey! Come down here! Fight me again! You won unfairly last night. I was drunk, and I won't accept it!"

Han Zhi stood at the gate and didn't dare to go far away. When he saw the carriage stopped, he immediately shouted.

Wen Chun jumped out of the car wearing a silver mask. His clothes were no longer the black clothes he wore yesterday. He was wearing a moon-white corset with a dark silver background.

Coupled with the long sword with no decoration except for a dark blue tassel, it is like a piece of ice, cold and sharp.

To match this outfit, Qian Qiansui also took out a silver sapphire-studded hair crown from his carry-on luggage and put it on Wen Chun.

This should have been prepared by the Qian family for the original owner's husband Fu Zichan, but now it has been given to Wen Chun.

The attendants and stewards who accompanied Qian Qiansui in the carriage did not recognize Wen Chun, nor did they know when he got on the carriage. They were all very frightened as if they were facing a great enemy.

Wen Chun didn't care what others thought of him. He reached out and asked Qian Qiansui to get out of the car, and even glanced at the black dog in Qian Qiansui's arms subtly.

"No, don't think I'll let you go just because you brought a woman with you. It was you who provoked me last night, and I'm just here to seek justice."

Han Zhi refused to mention the humiliation Wen Chun inflicted on him last night. He was determined to keep the secret to himself.

"You want to challenge my personal guard to a duel?"

Qian Qiansui didn't let Wen Chun speak. She touched Rice's dog's head. It was a rare good day, and the warm sunlight shone on the dog's head. Rice squinted his eyes comfortably.

Lai Shun and the whole family heard this. Lai Shun only cared about his elder brother. His elder brother's master was his master, and whatever the master said was right.

The whole family was shocked, but also numb with exhaustion. Anything could happen anyway, so why did he care whether the Marquis was cuckolded or not? He was just a fence-sitter and had to obey.

Wenchun... Wenchun's ears secretly turned red.

"He was the one who came to me first yesterday!" Han Zhi didn't know why, but his momentum weakened when facing Qian Qiansui.

"I've heard about this as well. He originally admired your martial arts and wanted to learn a thing or two from you, but he regretted it afterwards..."

Qian Qiansui lied with his eyes open, "How about this, I heard that Commander Han likes to drink recently, how about I compensate him with some good wine, and please let him go for his young age and ignorance."

Regret? Regret for what? Regret provoking him, or perhaps the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Doesn't this clearly mean that he used to have a great reputation, but in reality, he was just a piece of cake?

How could this be tolerated? But the other person was a woman! Han Zhi almost suffocated to death by his own thoughts.

"It's okay. I just came to spar with him. I drank too much last night, so... that doesn't count. He must fight with me today."

Han Zhi wanted to force Wen Chun to take action, but Wen Chun was hiding behind Qian Qiansui. He couldn't advance and it would be embarrassing to retreat.

Qian Qiansui looked very embarrassed, but he finally put Rice down in his arms and said with a palm: "Since that's the case, I, the little lady, also have a condition."

"You say!" Han Zhi said hurriedly.

"My guard is young and doesn't know how to control his strength. If Lord Han really wants to find someone to compete with, what do you think of my guard dog?" Qian Qiansui said sincerely.

"What?" Han Zhi felt that there might be something wrong with his ears.

"Don't underestimate my dog's small size. It's incredibly talented and has studied under a renowned teacher. If you can defeat it, my guards will fight you in earnest."

Qian Qiansui ignored the other person's glare as if he were a psychopath and said with a smile, "However, there must be a prize for winning or losing. If you win, I will protect you and fight you. If you lose...you will stay in our academy and teach kung fu for five years."

Han Zhi glanced at the servants behind Qian Qiansui. There was no surprise on their faces, and they even looked at him with sympathy, especially the one in the lead, whose chest was puffed up with pride.

He lowered his head again to look at his wife's feet. His opponent was now standing with his hind legs raised, carefully watering a small tree next to him.

Isn't this a college? Isn't this a cell for hysterics? Could this be a plot by his enemies, a plan to make him a patient and keep him here forever?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and he even began to think about giving up.

"What? Is Lord Han scared?"

Qian Qiansui's smile was clearly disappointing, and he politely raised his arm and said, "That's fine, sir. You can go down the mountain on your own. I'll send someone to deliver the wine as promised."

Han Zhi took a step back and heard Wen Chun snort in disdain.

"Let's compete! Isn't it just a competition with a dog? What's the big deal? If your dog dies, don't ask me for compensation!"

Han Zhi hated to hear others look down on him the most. If it weren't for his violent temper, he wouldn't have been framed to this extent.

Qian Qiansui bent down, touched the little black dog again, and said softly: "Let him see what kind of dog you are."

Les squatted on the ground and rubbed Qian Qiansui's palm, leaving a wet trail with his pink tongue. Then he looked at Han Zhi, slowly raised his front paws, and waved them in the air.

"So human?" Han Zhi said in surprise.

"Everyone back off!!! My big brother is about to take action!!!"

Lai Shun shouted in the crowd, and a space was immediately cleared at the gate. Even Qian Qiansui and the carriage left the spot in an instant.

Han Zhi didn't know what was going on. He stared blankly at Qian Qiansui in the distance. Qian Qiansui smiled at him and called out to him affectionately, "Don't be afraid! You won't die!"

"What?"

Before Han Zhi could react, he felt as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. His soul stayed outside his body for at least several moments before it was embedded in the wall with his body. His eyes were pitch black.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems my elder brother's skills have become even faster." Lai Shun stood on tiptoe and exclaimed in a flattering tone.