Yang Zhan snorted coldly, "Did you see what he did on the training ground? What was the point of provoking Zhe Yu like that!
"Zhe Yu is Consort’s man, and will be mine in the future. Even if he was put in charge of the palace gates this ti, could he not handle this position?
"He thinks he’s so clever! Sneaking around like that, he actually dared to lay a hand on Zhe Yu!
"And then going after He Qunying? Even if the He Family isn’t well-received by so, their prestige is considerable. Does he even think he deserves it?
"To top it off, he went as far as to seduce their concubine. He really is shaless!"
Mrs. Zhang’s nails dug into her flesh, "You know he’s a scoundrel! What’s the point of going on about this now? Do you have any evidence it was him who injured Zhe Yu?!"
"If he didn’t do it, how did he know to change the register? Was he so kind of prophet, knowing Zhe Yu would co down?"
Yang Zhan got up again at this point. "If you ask , you should exercise so restraint in your actions! Do you honestly think you’re invincible, killing gods and slaying Buddhas?
"If Zhe Yu isn’t protected this ti, you’ll be in big trouble with Consort, make no mistake!
"And don’t count on for help.
"I’ve always helped you and the Zhang Family. But Consort is my birth mother. In the end, she supports , and I can’t be confused about that!"
With that, he stord out, flicking his sleeves.
"You!..."
Mrs. Zhang felt a stomach full of rage but couldn’t utter a single word.
...
Mrs. Zhang invited Fu Zhen, along with Mrs. Pei.
Fu Zhen went to find Mrs. Pei after breakfast, intending to leave with her.
But Mrs. Pei refused to go. "I have no patience to deal with that Princess Rong. During the war, she seed reasonable. But ever since she beca a Princess, ha! She criticizes people even in front of pigs.
"What’s so noble about her?
"Her nose is always in the air! Let’s see her walk outside like that on a rainy day, when her nasal cavities would fill up!"
Fu Zhen sat quietly by her side, saying nothing.
The old sister-in-law had been spoiled by Pei Yu, never knowing what courtesy to speak of. The key is, all these years, no one could take advantage of her, thanks to the husband who indulges her with no principles.
Fu Zhen inhaled, "Since she’s so formidable, if she ends up picking on , you better have my back."
"Go on, go on," Mrs. Pei waved her hand, "They wouldn’t dare. She’s just afraid Prince Rong would abandon her."
"Alright then." Fu Zhen raised her eyebrows and pulled a nu from her sleeve, handing it over, "These are the particularly delicious dishes and desserts from Wanbin Building. Keep them for Mother. You can take your ti and try them with Father."
Mrs. Pei glanced at it, happily accepting. Then she studied her and asked, "How have you been the past few days? I see you’re still lively. Has Zhan Er been kind to you?"
Fu Zhen almost choked on her tea.
Is it now common for mothers-in-law to inquire directly about their daughter-in-law’s newlywed life?
Recalling Pei Zhan’s deanor just after waking up yesterday, she braced herself and said, "Not bad. He’s indeed sturdy, but I can handle it."
"That’s not easy at all."
Mrs. Pei nodded in agreent.
Flashing back to how Pei Zhan impatiently urged for the wedding, she had earlier wondered why he was so eager. She later realized it was all thanks to scoring such a stunning wife. The boy was simply in a rush.
Thinking of this, she turned and called for a maid to bring so bruise ointnt, handing it over to Fu Zhen with a deep look, "Take this. You’ll find it useful."
So delicate, poor thing!
Being paired with soone like Zhan Er, who’s been rough and unromantic since childhood, she’s bound to suffer.
Fu Zhen held a bundle full of heavy jars and bottles, overwhelmingly speechless...
By the ti the news of Pei Zhan and his wife arriving outside Prince Rong’s Mansion reached the inner quarters, it was late morning. Mrs. Zhang was in Princess Rong’s room, just in ti to et the somber Yongping.
"Sister, you ca just in ti. Let’s go together with your brother to greet General Pingxi and his wife."
Mrs. Zhang flashed a flawless smile, stood on the threshold, waiting for Yongping to get up.
Yongping gritted her teeth, sitting still.
Princess Rong said nonchalantly, "Your sister-in-law asked you to greet the guests, why won’t you go?"
Yongping jumped up, stepped over to Mrs. Zhang, and stood firm, "I wouldn’t have guessed our Prince Rong’s Mansion’s future Princess could be so unworthy, even going so far as to entertain the slly feet of a re rchant girl!"
With that, she stord out without waiting for Mrs. Zhang.
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