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

Pei Mansion, Zhaoyun Courtyard.

"Get out of the way! Let Pei Jinzhi get out!"

Baili Xi raised his foot to kick the study door, but Li Jiu and Xiao Shun each carried him away.

"Master Baili, please calm down! The prince will not see guests."

"Bullshit!" Baili Xi struggled to break free and kicked the door open. "I'm not a guest!"

"Pei Jinzhi! You are nothing!"

"Lord Baili! You..." Li Jiu was helpless.

Pei Jinzhi sat on the ground, looking at the painting on the wall, with only his back left;

The moment the door opened, he turned around, and a flash of light passed by, and he saw that a tuft of hair on his forehead had turned white.

"Ajiu, you guys go down." His voice was hollow and as ruthless as his white satin robe.

Li Jiu and Xiao Shun bowed and closed the door silently.

"You arranged the archers?!" Baili Xi gritted his teeth, his hands shaking with anger, "Are you still human?"

That day, he promised with all his heart that he would keep Sang Wan safe, but he never expected that the one who would do this would be Pei Jinzhi.

"How is she?" The tone was indifferent, as if asking a meaningless person.

Baili Xi got furious when he heard this and cursed, "She's dead! She's dead! Are you satisfied? Wen Ruo!"

Pei Jinzhi's back froze: "I understand."

Baili Xi was stunned and could hardly believe his ears.

"Wen Ruo, how could you become so ruthless! You..." He couldn't understand.

Pei Jinzhi turned his head sharply, staggered to his feet, his eyes reddened, "I'm heartless? Baili Xi, look at what you've done!"

"Who am I doing this for?" The eight-foot-tall man trembled with anger. "You are such a heartless, ungrateful, and shameless person! I thought you were a good brother, but you wouldn't even let a woman go!"

Pei Jinzhi swung his hand and punched Baili Xi in the cheek: "You killed her! She could have gone with Shi Luochuan, why did you let her take the risk?"

"I...I didn't do that for you!"

"Bullshit! You did it for yourself!"

"You bullshit!"

……

The two men started fighting, tables and chairs flew everywhere in the room, and the huge sound of fighting echoed throughout Zhaoyun Courtyard.

Li Jiu opened the door and saw the house was in a mess.

Two figures moved up and down, their palms were fierce, and Pei Jinzhi even drew out the Chengying Sword.

"Great! You actually used a weapon! Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Baili Xi pulled out the whip from his waist and hit Pei Jinzhi directly. After a few snaps, he actually left a bloody mark on his face carved by the divine axe.

Tsk... Li Jiu touched his face and felt inexplicably painful.

The loud noise of fighting attracted a crowd of people outside Zhaoyun Courtyard.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to stop it.

Kang and the Jianing County Lady and their group joined in the fun and left with a sneer.

Qinghe was standing in the corner, as quiet as before, but with tears in her eyes.

The onlookers were driven away one after another by Li Jiu.

Zhaoyunyuan returned to peace.

Pei Jinzhi and Baili Xi sat on the ground panting, both of them were covered in bruises and looked in a miserable state.

"From now on, you and I are no longer brothers!" Baili Xi flicked his robe, put away his whip and left.

Pei Jinzhi lowered his head and looked at the ground, his voice hoarse: "Get out."

Li Jiu tried to stop Baili Xi: "Master Baili, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding."

"Get out of here!" Baili Xi pushed him away and strode away.

Li Jiu stamped his feet anxiously: "Master, explain yourself."

"Let him go!" Pei Jinzhi drew out the Chengying sword and fiercely split the desk into two pieces.

Li Jiu closed the door helplessly. For a moment, he seemed to see tears in Pei Jinzhi's eyes.

Zhaoyun Courtyard returned to dead silence.

Pei Jinzhi threw away the Chengying sword and sat dejectedly on the ground. The light from outside the window shone through the diamond-shaped grid, casting mottled shadows and stretching his slanted shadow very long.

Li Jiu sat down next to him:

"Master, why don't you explain that it wasn't you who ordered Qinghe to shoot that arrow?"

"Now that things have come to this, there is no need to explain." Pei Jinzhi said in a hoarse voice.

Li Jiu: “…Hey!”

"I didn't expect that Grandma practiced calligraphy day and night for this day. But when did she find the real imperial edict?"

The imperial edict that Sang Wan burned on the pleasure boat was a forgery, but the remaining part that hadn't turned to ashes was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. It was clear that she had put a lot of effort into forging this edict, and it wasn't something she could have accomplished overnight.

"She could have taken this thing and handed it to Tianxuan Sect, and fled far away with Shi Luochuan. But she... still came back to do this plan that kills three birds with one stone." Pei Jinzhi's throat was hoarse, and bitterness filled his throat, which reminded him of the Nine Altars Spring lamp on the pleasure boat.

They tried to test each other, approached each other, and depended on each other countless times, but were still pushed away by fate.

"Ajiu, I've had enough of this life."

Pei Jinzhi stood up, and the light and shadow were reflected on his face, showing his vicissitudes of life. The tuft of white hair made him look several years older in an instant.

No one knew the torture he endured that night, only he knew that the light he had once touched had vanished into the eternal night. He would once again wander alone in darkness for the rest of his life.

He knelt on the cushion in the study, took a knife and began to carve a tablet for his deceased wife.

After carving the last stroke, he picked up the cinnabar pen and traced each character in red. The blood seeped into the wooden tablet, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"Send it to the ancestral hall." Pei Jinzhi lowered his head and ordered.

"Yes." Li Jiu respectfully held the tablet in both hands and quietly left the study.

*

In Chunhui Hall, the Huanghuali furniture carries the sedimentation of time, and the lingering scent of sandalwood fills the room with tranquility and Zen.

Old Madam Pei returned quietly from the ancestral temple, still twirling the Buddhist beads in her hands, but her hair was whiter than before.

Qinghe knelt in the hall, while Pei Jinzhi stood there, looking at Old Madam Pei coldly, his face calm.

"Sang Wan was born in the countryside and is a remnant of the Tianxuan Sect. You actually want to put her tablet in the Pei clan ancestral hall? I don't agree." Old Madam Pei's face was extremely cold.

Ever since the last time the grandmother and granddaughter fainted during a conversation in the secret room of the ancestral hall, she and Pei Jinzhi have never been close again.

"I came here to inform you, not to ask for your consent. She is my, Pei Jinzhi's, first wife, a registered member of the Pei clan. Her tablet should be placed in the ancestral hall to enjoy incense and worship."

Mrs. Pei put down the Buddhist beads and slammed the table with her big hand. The string broke and the beads rolled off.

"How dare you! Pei Jinzhi, do you still have the ancestors of the Pei family, and me as your grandmother, in your eyes? How can a maidservant who only comes to celebrate with you be worthy of entering the ancestral hall? As long as I'm here, no one else can!"

"With you here, the Pei family's ancestral hall is indeed not worthy of housing the tablet of my late wife." Pei Jinzhi retorted sharply, without any regard for decency.

Madam Pei couldn't believe her ears, her fingers trembling: "You, what did you say?!"

"You know what grandma did. Qinghe is yours."

Pei Jinzhi's black eyes were gloomy, as if thousands of anger were about to turn into sharp arrows and shoot towards Madam Pei.

"You asked Qinghe to shoot that arrow."

His cold eyes made the old lady shudder.

Qing He, with tears in her eyes, turned around and kowtowed to Pei Jinzhi:

"Prince, this is all my fault. Please don't let any rifts arise between you and the old lady. Today, Prince was beaten by Lord Baili for my sake. Qinghe feels guilty towards you."

Qing He held a dagger respectfully in both hands: "If you hate me, just kill me with one blow. I am willing to sacrifice my life for Sister Sang Wan."

Mrs. Pei stared at Pei Jinzhi with her cloudy eyes:

"You were so bewildered by her face that I had no choice but to kill her to prevent future trouble. The Pei Mansion must not repeat the same mistake. You are the future Duke, shouldering the mission of uniting the Pei clan. How could you allow a country girl to become your principal wife? Moreover, she is a remnant of the previous dynasty's traitors. You truly disappoint me."

Repeating the same mistakes? Pei Jinzhi smiled sadly, "Whose mistakes are we repeating?"

"Beauty is a disaster, Jinzhi, your mother is a lesson for you!"

Mrs. Pei was in tears, as if she was vomiting out all the resentment and unwillingness that had been suppressed in her heart for many years.

"Don't mention my mother! You have no right!"

Pei Jinzhi suddenly waved his sleeves, his voice was shrill, and the hatred in his heart could no longer be concealed.

Qinghe, who had never seen him speak so harshly, was so scared that she fell to the ground.

"It's not me who's disappointed."

Pei Jinzhi stood up coldly and walked out, glancing at Qinghe: "I'm not the one who should kill you."

Qing He sobbed: "Prince..."

Her heart was moved by this man in her life, and she was willing to do anything for him. How could she let a country girl occupy his heart and monopolize the title of the prince's wife?

Only Madam Pei understood the pain and tears she swallowed every day.

She understood her, and she was willing to be a knife to cut through the obstacles for the prince.

My Lord, one day you will understand that I, Qinghe, am the only one who is sincere to you.

Night fell quietly, and half of Pei Jinzhi's body was hidden in the darkness.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Pei Jinzhi stopped and looked into the endless dark night. His black eyes were as cold as polar ice, as if he was frozen by thousands of icebergs.

There is only eternal night ahead.

"It's better not to have this Duke's Mansion."