May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Pei Zhicheng strode forward, looked at the broken inkstone on the ground, and felt dizzy and lightheaded. He even subconsciously took a step back.

This jade inkstone was given to him by Wen Yuanshu some time ago.

The inkstone is made from a single piece of lustrous jade without a single impurity. The carver was also a master craftsman. This jade inkstone can be described as a masterpiece of both heaven and man, a rare treasure in the world.

When Pei Zeyu entertained guests, this jade inkstone had enhanced his prestige countless times, but now, it had been shattered by Pei Zhicheng!

How could Pei Zeyu not be heartbroken!

Even though this was his own son, Pei Zeyu couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger, and even wanted to hit him.

Pei Zeyu was so angry that he took several deep breaths to calm himself down, but he lost all interest in checking the two's homework. He took them to Songshou Courtyard and sent someone to call Wen Yuanshu and Xie Qianjiao.

Upon hearing the news, Wen Yuanshu shook her head helplessly: "How old are you? Whatever happens to you, you still only know to look for your mother."

Upon hearing this, Chunhua chuckled: "Madam, what you said is absolutely right!"

Wen Yuanshu chuckled lightly: "Alright, since it was Pei Zhicheng who broke the inkstone anyway, give me some clothes to change, and let's go over there slowly."

Chunhua responded and dressed Wen Yuanshu from head to toe, which took almost half an hour.

By the time the master and servant strolled over, the matter at Matsujuin's place had been resolved.

Pei Zhicheng was the one who caused the trouble, so the old lady and Xie Qianjiao naturally had to protect him. Following Pei Zeyu's wishes, they said a few words that were neither serious nor hurtful, and that was it.

Pei Zeyu was, after all, an adult and a father, so he couldn't argue with his son. Although he was furious, he could only let the matter pass.

Wen Yuanshu came over, said a few words in response, and then took Pei Xi back.

Although the incident had ended at Songshou Temple, Pei Zhicheng still felt wronged and looked unhappy with a droopy face.

"Zhicheng," Xie Qianjiao pulled him into her arms, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, "You too, your father's study is a place for entertaining guests, and the things in it are all the most precious. It's one thing to look at them, but how could you be so careless as to break them?"

Pei Zhicheng's eyes widened: "Mother, even you blame me?"

"Mother doesn't blame you, it's just..." Xie Qianjiao hesitated for a long time, but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Pei Zhicheng suddenly went berserk, breaking free from Xie Qianjiao's embrace in a few moments, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Now, in Father's heart, I'm not as important as an inkstone! Father actually scolded me so harshly over an inkstone! Father wasn't like this before!"

"Mother, Father used to dote on me so much, how come he's become like this now!"

His words made Xie Qianjiao feel a little sad.

Yes.

Before, Pei Zeyu only had eyes for herself, and the two of them wanted to be together all the time. But now, Pei Zeyu spends half of the ten days in that bitch Baitong's courtyard, and the remaining five days are shared with Aunt Wan...

She also wanted to know how things had come to this...

That question lingered in Xie Qianjiao's mind.

Xie Qianjiao was never one to tolerate grievances. That night, when Pei Zeyu came over, she poured out her grievances to him, telling him about the grievances she and Pei Zhicheng had suffered.

Pei Zeyu listened casually, his mind not on the matter.

He felt a vague sense of unease.

Bai Tong was gentle and understanding, and Aunt Wan, though not as good as her, was also kind and understanding. In short, Pei Zeyu was always happy with the two of them.

Xie Qianjiao used to be like that too.

But for some reason, he couldn't see any trace of the Xie Qianjiao he knew before.