After the divorce, I pursued the Ninth Prince 100 times.

In her impression, her father had no talent for martial arts since he was a child. He started learning martial arts from his grandfather when he was still young. After learning for several years, his grandfather put in a lot of effort, but with little effect, he had to give up and turn to literature.

His grandfather found a way to send him to the Imperial Academy to study, and spent a lot of money to hire the best teacher in the capital to teach him personally.

He studied hard every day, but his aptitude was mediocre and he was not cut out for it.

My grandfather only had this one son. In his early years, his hair turned white with worry. Later, when he had no other choice, he could only take good care of him at home.

After her son got married and a year later they had twins, she poured all her heart and soul into her grandchildren...

The only son of the Marquis of Nanyang was a good-for-nothing, unskilled in both civil and military matters.

This was common knowledge throughout the capital, and a topic of conversation among the city's powerful and wealthy during their leisure time.

But seeing the strong wind brought by the teacup brushing against her cheek just now, Shen Nanxing realized that her father might not be as simple as he seemed.

Not only is he good at martial arts, he even has internal strength.

Although only a few faint rays were emitted just now, Shen Nanxing had lived a new life after all, and had been taught by Fu Jiuli for decades. Now he was as meticulous as a hair, so he naturally noticed it.

Could it be that my scumbag dad has been pretending to be stupid all these years?

But what is his purpose in playing dumb?

I'll have to check it out later...

Shen Nanxing secretly suppressed the shock in his heart and pretended not to notice anything wrong.

She had a sad expression on her face, tears welling up in her eyes, looking wronged and aggrieved.

"Father, you only said that Prince Jing came to see me, and that I was a little late. Why didn't you ask what Prince Jing had done? Why did I run back to my parents' home on the second day after my wedding?"

Prince Jing hurriedly stood up and came to Shen Nanxing's side with a worried expression.

"Nanxing, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

He reached out to take Shen Nanxing's hand, but she avoided it by casually raising her hand to fix her hair.

He wasn't annoyed. He simply stretched out his long arm, put his arm around the woman's shoulder, and forcibly pulled her into his arms. Then he looked at Shen Yuan, his brows furrowed with displeasure.

"Father, Nanxing has married me and is my princess. How can you hit her?"

Shen Yuan readily apologized: "Your Highness Prince Jing is right. I am not used to this yet, and I was so angry that I neglected this matter. I will never do it again in the future."

After saying this, he glared at his daughter fiercely: "Look at how much Prince Jing protects you. You really don't know how to appreciate your blessings. You get angry with Prince Jing over such a small matter!"

Shen Nanxing suppressed her nausea and didn't push Prince Jing away.

How much she loved this man in her last life, how much she hated him in this one. Now, even when his hand rested on her shoulder, she felt uncomfortable all over. Where he touched, even through layers of fabric, goose bumps appeared all over her body.

When her scumbag father threw the teacup at her just now, she clearly saw out of the corner of her eye that the man had a look of watching a good show on his face. Now he's pretending.

The thought that his tenderness towards her in her previous life was all fake made her feel sick. She didn't want to endure it any longer and pretended to be jealous and pushed him away.

"Dad, don't be fooled by him. Yesterday, yesterday... he actually..." He couldn't continue speaking and covered his face with a handkerchief and sobbed.

Shen Yuan's face darkened. "Alright! Prince Jing has already told me, it's just a woman, if you can't even tolerate her, how can you be a good mistress of the palace in the future?"

"Prince Jing is a prince, can he really stay with you alone for the rest of his life? Prince Jing came to the mansion to pick you up today. It's okay for you to act like a spoiled brat, but do you think you can stay in the mansion forever?"

"Xiao Tao, pack up the princess's things now and go back to the palace with Prince Jing."

"Yes, sir!"

Xiao Tao had been listening outside the door. When she heard the master's order, she ran back to pack her things.

Shen Nanxing turned his head away: "I'm not going back."

Prince Jing patiently walked around to Shen Nanxing and looked at her with a smile: "Okay, Nanxing, don't be angry. Brother Yu knows he was wrong. From now on, Brother Yu will only take care of you, okay?"

Shen Nanxing raised an eyebrow, surprise flashing in his eyes: "What about her?"

A hint of gloom crossed Prince Jing's brows, but he quickly concealed it. "You're talking about that woman. Yesterday, His Majesty ordered her to be flogged with thirty sticks. She's been breathing more than she's breathing. I had her sent to a farm in the countryside overnight. I don't think she'll live many more days."

"Let's not mention her anymore, don't spoil the fun..."

"Madam, go back to Prince Jing's Mansion with Brother Yu, ok?"

When Shen Nanxing raised her eyes, she saw Xie Tingyu looking at her lovingly. If she didn't know what kind of person he was, she would have really thought how much he loved her.

It's disgusting that you can make such an affectionate expression towards someone you hate!

Shen Nanxing smiled and said, "I heard that woman came from a brothel, is that right?"

Prince Jing's expression froze.

Before he could answer, Shen Nanxing continued, "Yesterday I only caught a glimpse of her and didn't get a good look at her, but I felt that this woman was naturally alluring. Her enchanting figure would make any woman's heart flutter. She must be a prostitute from a brothel."

"No wonder the prince fell for her scheme!"

"That's right. How could a decent girl be so shameless as that girl?"

Shen Nanxing nodded to herself, deliberately ignoring her scumbag father's extremely ugly expression, and looked up at Prince Jing: "Your Highness, since she is a woman from a brothel, I think it would be better to send her back to the brothel, what do you think?"

"If we send it to the farm, it will waste the rice there."

"But if she is sent back to the brothel, her beauty will surely generate a lot of business for the brothel and earn a lot of money, which would be beneficial to the national economy and people's livelihood of the Northern Yue Kingdom."

Shen Nanxing frowned, looking as if he was considering the interests of Prince Jing's Mansion and the Kingdom of Beiyue. "Your Highness, what do you think?"

Prince Jing clenched his fists tightly, his anger was so intense that he could hardly suppress it.

His ideal is a fairy-like person in heaven.

How dare she insult his intentions like this!

But when he thought of what Yi'er said to him last night, he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

Because he was stopped by the Ninth Prince yesterday, he rode his horse as fast as he could, but when he returned to the palace, the Minister of War and the yamen runners had already arrived.

His Yi'er had been forced to lie on the bench.

Shi Lei, the Minister of War, was a man of his own principles, always adhering to impartiality and never showing any mercy. His temper was just like his name: stubborn and stubborn, he wouldn't budge.

Coming back so late, he didn't even have time to find someone to take Yi'er's place, and Shi Lei was unyielding, so he could only watch helplessly as his beloved woman was beaten with thirty sticks...