The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Sang Wan knelt in Haitang Courtyard and listened to the lecture for almost an hour.

The sun was very hot, her face was red, she was sweating profusely, and she was a little dehydrated.

Kang knew that she had returned home, so she specially found a time when Pei Jinzhi was not around to call her over.

Since the mistress summoned me, I had to go; as expected, nothing good happened.

She first mentioned the matter of Qian Lu, blaming Sang Wan for not taking it seriously; then she mentioned that Pei Qingwu and the county lord had an argument with her on the street, and scolded her for bringing shame to the Pei family.

Pei Qingwu watched the show with a smug look on his face: "I'll let you offend me. If you have the guts, don't come back."

She thought of that day and was filled with resentment: "Mother, she slapped me that day, and today, I want to slap you back."

Kang sipped his tea calmly, neither nodding nor shaking his head, clearly showing his willingness to indulge.

Pei Qingwu rolled up his sleeves and got started.

Before his palm touched Sang Wan, he was knocked down by a strong force.

She fell to the ground and screamed: "My hand..."

When Sang Wan turned around, she saw Pei Jinzhi.

She laughed, her voice a little weak: "Are you here?"

Pei Jinzhi's brows turned cold. He pulled her up and checked her knees as if no one was around. "Can you still move?"

"It's okay." Sang Wan's legs were numb from kneeling, and when he stood up it felt like thousands of silver needles were pricking him, it was very painful.

Pei Jinzhi frowned even deeper when he saw her. He held her with his big hands and said, "Lean on me."

He sneered at Kang: "Haitangyuan likes to make people kneel so much, why don't you kneel enough yourself. It will also help you think about how you killed my mother so that you could sit on the position of mistress."

Kang was so angry that her hands were shaking: "Pei Jinzhi, I am your legitimate mother, how dare you contradict me for a maid?"

"Maid?" Pei Jinzhi curled his lips and hugged Sang Wan tighter: "This is my wife, Pei Jinzhi, a registered wife of the Pei clan, not a maid."

"How dare you!" Kang's pearl hairpin trembled, and her whole body was shaking:

"She is of humble origin. Who allowed you to enter her in the family tree? This is sheer nonsense! The master would never agree to it! Your grandmother wouldn't agree to it either."

It was the old lady’s idea not to allow us to be included in the family tree.

She dared to teach Sang Wan a lesson in such a high-profile manner today, naturally because she understood the old lady's thoughts; the old lady was not in a position to say anything, so she naturally had to show her authority as the mistress.

Pei Jinzhi laughed out loud, with a cold look in his eyes:

"Lowly? You've probably forgotten that when you came to the Pei Mansion with nothing and rags to wear, you were even lower-class than she was. Your father was imprisoned for corruption, and your mother took all the family treasures and eloped with the housekeeper overnight. And you, fearing arrest and being taken to the Music Bureau, fled to the capital overnight to seek my mother's protection. If it weren't for my mother's plea, how could you be where you are today? If someone like you can become the concubine of the Duke of Zhenguo, how can she not become the Crown Prince's wife?"

Pei Qingwu was so shocked she was speechless: "Mother, is what she said true? Are you the daughter of a criminal?"

Kang's face turned pale and blue, and the unbearable scenes of the past once again flooded into her mind. Faced with her daughter's questions, she felt ashamed.

She said to Pei Qingwu, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Your grandfather was framed."

Pei Jinzhi sneered and said to the dumbfounded Pei Qingwu:

"Everything is on file, right or wrong. Whether it's a false accusation or the truth, you can find out for yourself."

After saying that, he picked up Sang Wan and walked out: "You don't need to pay attention to these cats and dogs in the mansion from now on."

Sang Wan put her arms around his neck and leaned against his broad chest, feeling inexplicably amused: "Okay."

She wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate, so she had to suppress the corners of her lips and snuggle into Pei Jinzhi's arms.

The person in his arms was as obedient as a cat, which made Pei Jinzhi feel both distressed and warm.

Kang was so angry that she jumped up and down: "Pei Jinzhi, how dare you scold me!"

"You can scold me if you want, but do you have to choose a day?"

Pei Jinzhi spoke as he walked, completely ignoring the furious woman behind him.

He carried Sang Wan all the way out of Haitang Courtyard. The servants on both sides lowered their heads. Sang Wan's face was even redder than when she had just been tanned by the sun: "I can walk."

Pei Jinzhi looked down at her, his eyes moving slightly: "Remember, you are mine, don't kneel easily."

Sang Wan bit her lip and suddenly looked up: "What does it mean to be a clan wife?"

Pei Jin was startled, his expression unnatural: "I just said it casually."

Sang Wan said "oh", that's right, they had already agreed to divorce, so why would it be so troublesome to sign a divorce certificate.

"Did she kill your mother?" Sang Wan clutched his clothes tightly, her eyes full of heartache.

It's hard to imagine what he has been through over the years.

Pei Jinzhi's eyes dimmed: "She wants to be the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo."

"How old were you then?"

"Four years old."

Sang Wan's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but curse Kang, calling him worse than a beast.

A four-year-old child who understood everything but could do nothing. How sad Pei Jinzhi must have been at that time.

She clenched her hands a little tighter, thought for a moment, and then reached out to hug his neck tightly: "It's all over."

Pei Jinzhi's body stiffened, and when he felt the warmth on his neck, he put her down.

He looked into Sang Wan's eyes passionately and deeply, then suddenly embraced her, his large hands stroking her hair as if he were caressing his own scars. The warmth of her breath lingered on his chest, as if ironing out the wrinkled, old scars inch by inch.

He smiled as he kissed his hair, "Yes, it's all over."

Sang Wan raised her head, fixed her eyes on him and smiled faintly: "I have something for you."

Pei Jinzhi raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.

She took out a piece of candy wrapped in a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and spread it out carefully:

"This time, I used freshly picked peaches for the malt sugar. Try it."

"You treat me like a three-year-old child." Pei Jinzhi laughed, but the tenderness in his eyes could not be concealed, and it burst out all over the floor.

"Try it." She pinched one and insisted on putting it into his mouth.

Pei Jinzhi had no choice but to obey, wrapping the candy with the tip of his tongue and wetting the tips of Scallion's fingers. He did not let go, and neither did she.

Strands of sweetness, wrapped in the fragrance of peach, bloom on lips and teeth as eyes intertwine.

His suffering really subsided.

"Very sweet." He kissed her fingertips and held her soft hand in his.

"One sweetness dissolves a hundred bitternesses. It's very effective."

Sang Wan carefully folded the handkerchief again and placed the bag of candy in Pei Jinzhi's palm. "All for you."

"What's sweet is not sugar." Pei Jinzhi smiled, it's you.

He opened the silk handkerchief again, took out a pill and fed it into Sang Wan's mouth: "You have suffered."

Sang Wan sipped the candy, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with stars.

I clearly just wanted to comfort him, but he made me blush again.

"Why are you here?" She remembered that he had just left home.

"I feel uneasy." When I rushed back and didn't see her in Zhaoyun Courtyard, my heart was beating out of my throat.

Pei Jinzhi put away the candy and tucked it into his sleeve.

"Why are you so honest? If they bully you again, they will just shoot you with an arrow."

Sang Wanming knew he was speaking in anger and burst out laughing: "Then wouldn't I become a murderous Rakshasa woman?"

Pei Jinzhi smiled, as bright as the breeze and the sun. "I heard that people say I'm the Rakshasa Prince? A prince and a lady, quite a match."

"Aren't you angry that you were framed like this?"

Sang Wan thought, you didn’t see how evil it was written in the storybook.

"So what?" He gathered his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly, "I just want them to be afraid of me."

"But you are obviously not that kind of person." Sang Wan took his hand.

"Then what kind of person am I?" He lowered his head and looked at her with a sharp gaze.

Sang Wan was stifled by the fiery gaze. Two blushes flew across her cheeks. She bit her lip and ran away, "How would I know?"

The slender waist and graceful figure disappeared from sight in an instant.

Pei Jinzhi could only chase after him holding his robe.

*

As soon as he entered Zhaoyun Courtyard, Sang Wan almost bumped into Yunque.

Yun Que was delighted: "Grandma, there is someone outside the corner gate who wants to see you."

Sang Wan turned around and happened to see Pei Jinzhi following her. "Who is it?"

"It was the maid in Grandmother's house who said Master Qing had returned. And..."

Skylark hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Sang Wan felt something was wrong when she heard this: "Sang Daqing is here too?"

Skylark nodded, carefully observing his master's reaction.

"Would you like me to go with you?" Sang Wan looked back at Pei Jinzhi.

Thinking of Sang Daqing's shifty look, Pei Jinzhi felt uneasy: "I'll go with you."

Sang Wan held him down: "Not good. If he sees you, he'll definitely ask for a huge sum of money. I'll go."

She didn't dare let Pei Jinzhi go because he had a sharp eye.

The maid is Madam Cheng. It will be troublesome if she is found out.

Seeing her say that, Pei Jinzhi didn't force her, but just touched her head: "Go, call Li Jiu if you need anything."

Li Jiu was holding a sword beside him, full of heroic spirit:

"Grandma, he won't dare to touch you while I'm here."

*

Outside the corner gate, willows hang low.

The maid, Afen, smiled faintly and bowed to Sang Wan, "Miss."

Sang Daqing excitedly grabbed her wrist and said, "Wan, why are you back to Pei Mansion again?"

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Sang Daqing got angry:

"What's so good about this Pei Mansion? Why do you have to be a maid in the Pei Mansion?"