The woman wore a plain dress, with light makeup, exuding an elegant and otherworldly aura.
She gracefully curtsied before Pei Zhan: "This servant greets the General."
Pei Zhan glanced at her and then looked back at Yang Zhan: "Are you serious about this?"
Yang Zhan nudged his arm and, with sincerity in his voice, said: "You are General Pei, holding great power; why worry about minor details? I am not soone who can’t get things done. Enjoy yourself at the Prince Manor with your wife first. After you return ho, I will send her over. As for how to plan and arrange, it all depends on your wishes, Brother Pei."
Pei Zhan’s lips twitched lightly: "Given to , she is now my person, isn’t that right?"
"Naturally."
Pei Zhan extended his hand: "Where’s the ownership contract?"
Yang Zhan was suddenly energized, promptly pulling out a docunt from his bosom: "The contract is here. I wrote it for you a long ti ago!"
Pei Zhan opened it, glanced at it briefly, then folded it and clamped it between his fingers. He looked at the woman with his hands behind his back: "You’re going to slap him a few tis for now! Don’t stop until there’s blood!"
The woman froze, and so did Yang Zhan: "Brother, what is this—"
Pei Zhan only focused on the woman: "Are you not going to make a move?"
She had been bought and trained since childhood to serve these aristocrats, understanding every trick, yet she had never encountered such a situation before.
After glancing at Yang Zhan twice, she instantly beca limp, pitifully crawling to Pei Zhan’s feet: "This servant was born as the General’s person and will die as the General’s ghost. Whatever the General asks of , I dare not go against it.
"But why must the General go against the kind gesture of the Princely Heir? A youth not being frivolous is a waste of youth. I know I cannot compare with the General’s wife’s beauty, but I can endure any hardship and will certainly do my utmost to serve the General to his satisfaction..."
Pei Zhan lifted his head: "Guo Song!"
Guo Song, who was standing under a distant tree, could no longer hold back and walked over swiftly: "General!"
"What’s the use of a servant who won’t obey? What kind of person dares to compare herself to my wife? That’s a cri deserving harsher punishnt! Take the ownership contract and sell her to a brothel!"
Guo Song resoundingly responded affirmatively, took the contract, and then called two guards in to drag the woman away.
The guards at the General Mansion, having stayed in the northwest with Pei Zhan for years, already had an imposing presence that the woman could not withstand.
Imdiately she shivered all over: "rcy, General! rcy, General!" As she tried to grab Pei Zhan’s robe, the distinguished General Pingxi naturally didn’t let her touch him! She then shouted at Guo Song and the others who held her arm, "I am the woman given to the General by the Princely Heir. Do you dare touch ?!"
Hearing this, Pei Zhan turned to face Yang Zhan: "Such an arrogant servant, and you dare to give her to ? Did you invite here today not for friendship but to disgust ?"
Yang Zhan, looking serious, said: "Brother Pei! This is too much. i Niang is sought after by the sons of powerful families in the capital, yet you refuse such a gift and even insult her this way—"
He had not finished his sentence when Pei Zhan swung his fist and struck his face!
"I can’t insult her? I will *damn well* insult you!"
The speed of that punch was incredibly fast!
Yang Zhan had not imagined he’d take such a punch?
He was knocked to the ground, and after covering his face, he got back up and said: "Pei Zhan! Are you mad?!"
This utterance was still halfway when Pei Zhan’s second and third punches ca over: "Who the hell is your brother?!
"I’ve been single and alone until twenty, finally got married, and my wife is young and beautiful! Yet you choose this ti to sabotage , coming to add trouble? And you say I’m insulting her? You pair of despicable people! She’s not worthy for to touch, should I not beat you to death?!"
Yang Zhan was rely a wealthy idler. Though he had practiced so martial arts in his youth, years of luxury had caused him to neglect it. Faced with soone like Pei Zhan, who had marched to triumph in Dayue, or even any of the guards like Guo Song, he was no match at all! After taking those punches, he was left lying on the ground, sobbing in pain!
The woman nearby scread in fright, but Guo Song covered her mouth. He wasn’t in a hurry to leave now; he held her down to watch from the side! As he asked: "Our General’s wife is fiercer than the General. Do you dare go to the General’s Mansion still?"
She couldn’t answer at all.
Right then, a guard announced: "The Young Madam is here!"
Guo Song turned his head and indeed, Fu Zhen was walking over. He quickly called out to Pei Zhan: "General, stop—"
Pei Zhan didn’t want to stop!
He wanted to make Fu Zhen see!
But Guo Song said: "Your clothes are disheveled!"
Only then did Pei Zhan pause his hands, shaking them and standing up.
Fu Zhen had left Mrs. Zhang earlier to avoid further entanglent, having achieved her goals. She had essentially ruled out He Qunying for attacking Zhang Shicheng’s people, zeroing in on Princess Rong. Whether it was indeed her, let Mrs. Zhang investigate, and then we’ll watch them battle it out!
Several feet from the park’s entrance, she heard cries of pain and the sound of fists echoing.
Having seen Pei Zhan and the others go inside earlier yet now nowhere in sight, she quickened her steps to find them!
After passing a cluster of bamboo, the scene unfolded before her eyes. She saw Yang Zhan, previously upright and dignified, now beaten to a pulp and lying on the ground, while Pei Zhan stood nearby tidying up his slightly ssy clothes. Between them sat a young woman on the ground, and a group of household staff from the Manor encircled them, quaking, not saying a word!
Fu Zhen reached them in quick strides: "What is going on here? Why do you two look like this?—General, why did you start a fight?"
Although there was no one in Prince Rong’s Mansion worth looking at, and beating them wasn’t much, it shouldn’t have reached a point of intolerance where one would start a fight on soone’s turf, right?
And what about this woman?
Pei Zhan glanced at his fist, raised his head, and said: "Wife, the Princely Heir just said he wanted to give this woman to . Without your approval, how could I accept her? But he insisted on giving her to , blaming for being ungrateful, so I couldn’t hold back and took action."
"...What?"
Fu Zhen was stupefied, looked at him, then at Yang Zhan, and finally at the woman on the ground, who was timidly looking over!
Then, a spontaneous rage welled up in her.
She had heard often of such trash treating won as goods to exchange, but to have it happen in front of her eyes was a first!
But clearly, Yang Zhan’s intentions were not simply to win over Pei Zhan; he and Mrs. Zhang were desperately trying to draw in the Pei family, clearly wanting to plant a spy in Pei Zhan’s house!
No wonder they had pulled her and Pei Zhan apart earlier!
This kind of despicable thought hidden in the dark! Trying to win soone’s favor is nothing new, but to go about it this way?
Damn it! How could this be endured without hitting them?!
Luckily, Pei Zhan is a man of firm and determined mind. Had it been soone else slightly embarrassed in this position, wouldn’t they have fallen into their trap later?
Fu Zhen’s anger rose from within, pulling Pei Zhan behind her, and coldly walking up to Yang Zhan: "What were you secretly trying to do just now? Tell again to my face?"
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