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

About half a cup of tea later, Sang Wan came out.

Coincidentally, Pei Jinzhi had also finished his acupuncture.

He was covered in sweat and his face was paler than when he came in.

The whole person seemed to have lost all his life force, and was as weak as a shaky willow tree.

Sang Wan was a little dazed when looking at him. She really couldn't imagine him galloping with a sword in hand.

It was also impossible to imagine that it was he who stabbed Sang Jun's abdomen.

She felt hatred, annoyance, and confusion, a mixture of emotions.

Cheng Buyu handed the medicine to Sang Wan:

"This batch is for decocting and taking; this batch is for taking home and taking a bath. Do you remember that?"

"I remember it clearly." Sang Wan had a good memory. Decocting medicine was something he was used to doing, so he wouldn't make a mistake.

"It is extremely painful to insert the needle into the acupuncture point. Please take good care of the prince."

There was a deep meaning in his words, and Sang Wan certainly understood it.

"I will take good care of the prince." Sang Wan turned her face to the side, her smile not reaching her eyes, "My Lord, let me help you."

Pei Jinzhi only glanced at her and held out his hand. His hand was cold, like a dead person's.

On the way back, Sang Wan got into the carriage at Pei Jinzhi's request.

As soon as he sat down, he frowned: "No hot tea?"

Sang Wan: Hot tea?

You didn't tell me in advance.

The tea I brewed when I came here just now has gone cold.

"I'll cook it now."

Sang Wan hurriedly placed the teapot on the charcoal stove.

Pei Jinzhi waved his hand weakly:

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we get home."

"Oh." Sang Wan looked at his wet hair sticking to his forehead and said cautiously, "Master, how about I wipe the sweat off your face?"

Pei Jinzhi half-closed his eyes and snorted softly.

Sang Wan pulled out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve.

Ding-dang, the silver hairpin was brought out and fell at the feet.

Pei Jinzhi opened his eyes, looked at the silver hairpin, and then looked at Sang Wan.

He lowered his head to pick up the hairpin and raised his eyebrows:

"this is yours?"

Sang Wan's face was as red as a monkey's butt.

She nodded and wanted to take the hairpin back.

But Pei Jinzhi held on to the silver hairpin without letting go, his eyes pondering: "Take the grass and tie the knot... Who is your lover?"

Obviously, this is a token of love.

Sang Wan was furious and tugged at the silver hairpin, avoiding his gaze: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Heh." Pei Jinzhi loosened his hand, and the hairpin slipped out of his hand and fell onto Sang Wan's body.

"Shi Luochuan is not suitable for you."

How did he know that this was a gift from Shi Luochuan?

Sang Wan held the silver hairpin, feeling somewhat ashamed and angry:

"Your Highness thinks I'm unworthy?"

Pei Jinzhi returned to his cold and icy self and ignored her.

Sang Wan's pride was hurt by his disregard.

His silence was like a humiliation like slow slicing, making Sang Wan feel even more inferior.

She and Shi Luochuan are indeed not a match.

He is so good, and I am useless.

The silver hairpin in her hand was like a red-hot iron, burning her heart and burning away the little delusion that had just ignited in her mind.

Even Pei Jinzhi could see that she was not worthy of him.

Sang Wan silently stuffed the silver hairpin back into her sleeve, her lips bitten until they turned white.

Pei Jinzhi leaned against the carriage wall with his eyelids lowered. After a while, he spoke: "In this world, no one is unworthy of anyone else. Wipe your sweat."

Sang Wan didn't understand what he meant.

This person always speaks like this;

Say half and keep half, it's confusing.

She wiped his sweat with a cotton handkerchief, and when she thought that it was the murderer of her father, she couldn't help but use a little more force.

Let you look down on me! Humph.

Sang Wan wanted to knead him into dough like a dumpling, and then beat him into pieces.

Pei Jinzhi frowned.

Seeing that he was in pain, Sang Wan felt a little relieved.

She deliberately said, "My Lord, if it hurts, just scream. It won't hurt so much if you scream."

Pei Jinzhi frowned even deeper after hearing this, "Shut up."

He is not a three-year-old child.

Sang Wan pursed her lips and smiled secretly with pride.

After wiping the sweat off his face, Pei Jinzhi sat motionless, seemingly asleep.

He is indeed good-looking.

His eyebrows are like distant mountains, his nose is high and straight, his facial features are as if carved by a knife or an axe, and his bone structure is handsome.

It’s just that her skin is much whiter than that of ordinary men, and she has a kind of morbid beauty.

Such beauty on a woman is naturally pitiful, but on a man, it always seems too gloomy.

Perhaps because of this, he lacks human nature, like a towering iceberg, which is frightening.

Now she understood better where this fear came from.

He had such ability at the age of twelve and even killed Sang Jun.

The names of White-Faced Ghost and Rakshasa Prince are not in vain.

Sang Wan clenched his fists and swallowed back the hatred in his heart.

Trust, how can I gain his trust?

The charcoal stove in front of him was emitting red sparks and the teapot was bubbling with white smoke.

She knelt on the ground silently, staring at the tea stove in a daze.

The water is boiling, do we still need to brew the tea?

Madam Cheng said that you have to rely on your looks; when necessary, you need to pretend to be weak.

She held the lives of the Sang family in her hands, so Sang Wan could only agree for the time being.

But what should Shi Luochuan do?

Why is Shi Luochuan not suitable for her?

How much truth and how much falsehood did Madam Cheng say?

Although Sang Wan did not show any suspicion towards her on the surface, he had his own plans in mind.

She was not a five-year-old child. From the moment Madam Cheng tricked her onto the pleasure boat, she understood one thing:

Her life and death is just a gamble.

Madam Cheng bet that Pei Jinzhi would not kill her.

But the hidden arrow from the pleasure boat almost killed her.

Madam Cheng, you can’t be trusted.

Sang Wan took a deep breath.

She has to check it out on her own.

……

The carriage suddenly shook violently, and the huge inertia caused Sang Wan to crash hard into Pei Jinzhi.

Pei Jinzhi opened his eyes, put one hand around Sang Wan's shoulders and protected her head with the other.

Sang Wan wanted to dodge, but due to inertia, she still bumped into his palm.

Soft and warm.

Pei Jinzhi asked sternly, "What happened?"

San Ben opened the curtain, looking panicked:

"Forgive me, my lord, someone startled the horse."

Sang Wan steadied herself and said, "I'll go down and take a look."

Just as he was about to get up, bang, bang, several stray arrows hit the carriage; Sanben was hit in the back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Sang Wan screamed.

An arrow pierced through the curtain and shot straight into the wall of the carriage behind Pei Jinzhi with great force, almost the entire arrow head went in.

"Get down!" Pei Jinzhi pressed Sang Wan's head and squatted down, avoiding the flying arrows.

"Someone wants to kill you?"

Sang Wan widened her eyes in horror.

Could it be someone from Tianxuan Sect?

Why didn’t Madam Cheng mention it!

*

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard outside the carriage.

There was a great uproar in the streets, and pedestrians were frightened and fled in all directions, and the noise was deafening.

Not long after, Sang Wan heard Li Jiu's voice:

"Master, the assassin has been caught. He committed suicide."

Only then did Sang Wan realize that he was covered in cold sweat, even his palms were wet.

Pei Jinzhi's hand was still pressed tightly on her head, and he covered her with his wide robe.

The faint smell of styrax on his body was like a barrier.

Sang Wan was a little dazed. He... saved her.

"It's okay." Pei Jinzhi let go of his hand.

He straightened his robe and walked out of the carriage with a serious expression.

Sang Wan followed behind him, stuck half of her head out, and burst into tears.

San Ben died in front of the carriage, with three arrows in his back.

There were two bodies lying on the ground, dressed in black and with black veils covering their faces.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and the corpse's long black robe with a white background was stained with blood, a glaring red.

There was still blood on the tip of Li Jiu's sword.

"The prince is frightened."