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

Pei Jinzhi rolled on the ground with his head covered.

Sang Wan suppressed the urge to kill him with a knife, and crawled to his side, trying to help him up:

"My Lord, please be patient. The poison will be forced out of your body by the silver needles, and you will be fine soon."

Pei Jinzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ferocious and scary: "You want to hurt me, why do you all want to hurt me!"

The big hand grabbed Sang Wan's delicate neck.

You... you want to curse but you can't open your mouth.

His hands were ice-cold, like a snake, tightening around her, making it impossible for Sang Wan to breathe.

The familiar breath of death came again, fear filled the air, and slowly, she slid down to her knees in front of Pei Jinzhi.

The large hand restrained her, making her unable to move, and her vision gradually blurred. Sang Wan, like a dying animal, weakly placed her hand on Pei Jinzhi's wrist.

The warmth of the wrist brought Pei Jinzhi back to his senses. His pupils froze, and his big hand loosened her neck and instead pinched her shoulders.

Sang Wan, who had escaped death, took deep breaths, letting the air quickly enter his lungs, and his chest heaved violently.

Pei Jinzhi's black eyes turned into an ink pool. He lowered his head and bit her left shoulder fiercely.

Hiss... His teeth penetrated the thin clothes and bit her skin.

Sang Wan seemed to have had his blood sucked out, and didn't move.

The two men maintained a strange posture of kneeling face to face, and Pei Jinzhi bit his shoulder tightly with his teeth.

Sang Wan's neck was swollen and she couldn't even make a sound because of the pain.

After biting for an unknown amount of time, his left shoulder sank down, and Sang Wan barely knelt on the ground to support Pei Jinzhi.

"Your Majesty?"

No response, dead?

She gently pulled at the corner of Pei Jinzhi's clothes, but he still didn't move.

Sang Wan was nervous as she slowly placed her hands on his arms and pushed him away a little.

Damn it, he actually fell asleep.

Pei Jinzhi's eyes were closed, blood was hanging from the corners of his lips, he was covered in sweat, and his breathing had become even and regular.

Sang Wan felt pain in her body and heart.

Damn it, this is all her blood.

There was a sharp pain in her shoulder. Pei Jinzhi, this mad dog, was so sharp-tongued that it really hurt her!

She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she struggled to get up, helped Pei Jinzhi up, and pushed him onto the bed.

"Huh...so heavy! Pei Jinzhi, if my ribs are broken, I'll definitely ask you to pay for it!"

Sang Wan clenched her fist towards him.

I wanted to punch him a few times while he was asleep to vent my anger, but he was lying there, his body as thin as a cold corpse.

Sang Wan also felt that Pei Jinzhi was quite pitiful.

The high and mighty Prince of the Duke's Mansion has been poisoned for years and has to be on guard against assassination at all times.

His life was not as glamorous as it seemed, and in fact, it was not easier than that of ordinary people like her.

No wonder the monks of Datong Temple always say that all living beings in this world are suffering.

She didn’t understand before, people coming and going on the street all had smiles on their faces, so why should they suffer?

Now looking at Pei Jinzhi's appearance, she could understand a little.

Some people show their suffering on their faces; while others suffer in secret and in their hearts, which is difficult to express to others.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly. It was really hard to associate him with the murderer of her father.

All living things suffer, and who doesn’t have to swallow their anger?

Sang Jun died at his hands, so he should endure the excruciating pain to vent the hatred in Sang Wan's heart.

Sang Wan put her hand on his neck, but after trying several times, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.

It is easy to hate someone, but it is difficult to actually kill someone.

Sang Wan had never even killed a chicken, how could he kill someone?

After struggling for a long time, she finally put her hand down, brought a basin of hot water, and wiped the sweat and blood from the corners of Pei Jinzhi's lips.

Mr. Pei, I will definitely kill you next time!

*

The candlelight flickered, filling the room with faint light.

Pei Jinzhi opened his eyes only after Sang Wan left with the basin.

He wasn't asleep, just tired.

He bit Sang Wan's shoulder just to vent his anger.

At that moment, he was like a person sinking into the sea, wanting only to grab everything he could and go to the abyss together.

He lived in eternal night and only saw a ray of light today.

Unfortunately, this light belongs to someone else.

*

The full moon is like a disk.

The faint sunshine falls, and the yard is as quiet and cool as water.

As Sang Wan walked out, she saw a dark shadow at the bottom of the stairs.

It was Li Jiu. Under the moonlight, he sat on the steps, his dark figure broad and powerful, like a stone lion guarding the house.

"Master Li Jiu." Sang Wan bowed respectfully.

Li Jiu held the sword and did not look back:

"Is the prince asleep?"

"I fell asleep. Master Jiu, I was reckless today and have affected the reputation of the Crown Prince and you. I'm sorry."

Sang Wan was sorry, but she didn't regret it at all.

If I don't do this, how can I squeeze out Qiuyue and take the position of the first-class maid?

If I don't do this, how can I enter and leave Pei Jinzhi's study and bedroom freely?

If I don't do this, how can I end this fearful life as soon as possible and reunite with Shi Luochuan?

Qiuyue gave her a great opportunity, and she took it.

Li Jiu snorted lightly and said self-deprecatingly:

"Tsk, if it weren't for you, the prince and I would still be in the dark. I was saying that those girls always look at me in strange and weird ways."

Now that he thinks about it, he just wants to curse.

These bastards are tired of living.

Does he look like her? How does he look like her?!

He is a tall and strong man, very powerful!

How does he look like a sissy who's into homosexuality?!

Sang Wan smiled awkwardly.

She no longer wanted to participate in this topic.

Today, I was almost stabbed to death by Li Jiu's sword.

She was about to slip away with the basin in her hand, but Li Jiu stopped her:

"Is the prince's headache severe?"

Sang Wan was very surprised: "Aren't you always by my side? Haven't you seen him?"

Li Jiu shook his head and lowered his voice a few degrees:

"The prince is very strong-willed. Whenever he has a headache, he locks himself in his room and never allows anyone to be around. You are the first one."

Sang Wan curled the corners of his mouth. Haha, no wonder.

Whoever is here will be unlucky.

Either they were hit to death or they were bitten to death.

"After Doctor Cheng's acupuncture, the headache was ten times more severe than usual. The prince was banging his head against the pillar in pain, but I stopped him. He's fine, don't worry, Ninth Brother."

"Just based on your loyalty to the prince, I accept you as my brother."

Li Jiu spoke in a muffled voice and patted his chest.

Sang Wan: Huh? Do you recognize it?

I just called out to you casually, what the hell do you take it for granted?

She didn't dare to anger this Night Rakshasa, so she sneered:

"Nine Brother, you won't chop me with a sword next time, right?"

Li Jiu slapped his thigh and laughed wantonly:

"Of course not. You're my sister now, how can I, as her brother, call for violence and killing?"

Sang Wan felt relieved, supporting her chin with her hand and smiling sweetly: "Well, then I'm relieved."

"Why, your brother will beat you?" Li Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Sang Daqing looked like a mean street urchin, but I didn't expect that he could even harm his own sister!

"When my father was alive, he didn't dare. But since he died, and my mother has been sick and paralyzed in bed, my brother and sister-in-law have had a hard time. Sometimes they'd hit me when they were unhappy. But...it's okay. I can run fast, so he might not be able to hit me."

Sang Wan burst out laughing as she spoke.

Li Jiu's smile froze on his face:

"Sister, you've had a really hard time."

Sang Wan lowered her eyes, the moonlight reflected on her face, which was as bright and smooth as white jade, with tiny hairs covered with crystal beads of sweat, just like a hibiscus blooming slightly at night, white with a hint of pink.

Her facial features are small and delicate, and her nose is like a silver hook, which makes her whole face very three-dimensional, like a porcelain doll.

Li Jiu couldn't help but clench his fists when he thought of his sister.

"We're all trying to make a living. My brother doesn't beat me every day. He only slapped me because I talked back to him about becoming Mr. Hua's concubine. Actually, when I was little, he loved me quite a bit."

Sang Wan recalled her childhood, but the memories seemed a little distant.

"I have a sister too. If anyone dares to hit her like this, I will not let him off easily."

Sang Wan was curious: "Brother Li Jiu, where is your sister now? Is she also in the Pei Mansion?"

"My parents died in the war. I was sold to the Pei family at the age of four to serve the prince. I don't know where my sister was sold to. She was two years old then, so she must be eighteen now. I don't know if she's married or if she's living well. If her husband's family treats her badly, does anyone support her? I've been looking for her for years, but there's still no news of her."

Li Jiu's voice became lower and lower, and Sang Wan felt sad:

"Your sister must be thinking of you too. At least you remember each other, but I don't even know who my parents are or if I have any siblings."

Li Jiu was touched by this sadness:

"Sister, from now on, I am your brother. I will protect you in this Pei Mansion."