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

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Wen Yuanshu was in a very good mood today, while Pei Zeyu's mood was the complete opposite.

The thought of being so overshadowed by the General's Mansion filled Pei Zeyu with frustration.

He is a proper marquis!

So what if the general's mansion holds real power? In terms of status, they are no match for him!

But today, he was forced to the point of being unable to lift his head by this very group of people!

This is absolutely, utterly disgraceful!

Pei Zeyu locked himself in his study for the entire afternoon.

Xie Qianjiao also heard about what happened in the front hall. She had prepared delicious food and was ready to be a confidante, but she couldn't even get in the door and had to leave disappointed.

It wasn't until nightfall that Pei Zeyu, having recovered from the effects of the alcohol, woke up groggily.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a dark figure standing in the room.

The person was covered from head to toe in a black cloak, making it impossible to see their clothes clearly.

"Who are you?!" Pei Zeyu's last bit of drunkenness vanished in a jolt.

The man scoffed, "The Marquis's mansion? So what if it's the Marquis's mansion? Aren't they still completely suppressed by a few words from the General's mansion?"

"It's not easy for a marquis to rise to the rank of marquis."

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, sounding extremely eerie in the darkness.

However, upon hearing this voice, Pei Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief: "I was only suppressed by the General's Mansion, but you barbarians outside the pass were driven a hundred miles away by Wen Heng, and even lost your royal court! Now, even if Wen Heng is not on the frontier, you still dare not approach him even half a step?"

The man seemed to grind his teeth: "So, my lord, we have a common enemy."

"Once the Wen family falls, the Marquis will no longer be so constrained, and we can return to our hometown. It's a win-win situation!"

"Homeland?" Pei Zeyu scoffed. "That's our Great Zhao territory now!"

The man chuckled twice: "My lord, what does it matter if war breaks out on the border again? You are a marquis, and you are in the capital. How can the flames of war on the border affect you?"

"Since the fire won't affect you, and you can remove a huge mountain that's been weighing on your head, why not do it?"

Seeing Pei Zeyu hesitate, the man continued, "Don't worry, my lord, we won't let you suffer any losses. After the matter is settled, we will present you with a thousand taels of gold and ten thousand catties of silver as a reward. If you have any other requests, we will certainly fulfill them. What do you say?"

Pei Zeyu's brows furrowed even deeper: "Even if I agree, what can I do if the General's Mansion doesn't respect me at all?"

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "My lord, isn't the only daughter of the General's mansion your wife?"

"It's not easy for you to do anything to the General's Mansion, but if you ask your wife to do it, it'll be simple! Surely the Marquis can't even control his own wife?"

Seeing that Pei Zeyu hadn't given a straight answer, the man sighed regretfully, "Alright, alright, since you, my lord, are willing to be suppressed like this, I won't say anything more. This capital city is so big, I'll find someone else!"

After saying that, the man turned and left.

With a creak, the study door was pushed open.

The man in black was about to step out the door when a voice suddenly rang out behind him: "Wait!"

A very low, soft laugh came from beneath the black robe.

The study door was closed again; what the two plotted remained unknown.

In the blink of an eye, several more days have passed.

Early that morning, just as Pei Zeyu and Xie Qianjiao got up, a maid came to report that Bai Tong had arrived.

Xie Qianjiao's face immediately darkened.

Pei Zeyu frowned as he recalled what the servant had said that day: "Aunt Baitong is injured and should not be overworked. Let her go back."

The maid returned, her face showing some difficulty: "My lord, my lady, Aunt Baitong refuses to leave. She says she hasn't seen you for many days and misses you dearly, insisting on seeing you one last time."

Pei Zeyu's brows furrowed even deeper.

That day, the servants said that Bai Tong's face was covered in festering sores, with yellowish-green pus flowing all over it. Just thinking about it made him feel nauseous, and he immediately ordered that no more news about Bai Tong be reported. After these few days, Bai Tong's face was probably unbearable to look at, yet he insisted on seeing him...