Selling wife for fame? Kick out the scumbag and marry the new emperor to enjoy the harem of favors

Chapter 12 I Can't Stand It

"What are you saying, my Lord? It's as if I can't come back." Chunrong frowned with confusion on her face, and said deliberately, "I am Madam's maidservant who came with her as a dowry. The Marquis personally brought Madam through the gate in a sedan chair carried by eight people. Even if Madam didn't give any instructions, I can still enter the gate of this mansion."

The four words "eight-man sedan chair" obviously irritated Wu Que.

It reminded him firmly that there was a green light above his head.

When Wu Que thought of Xie Jiu now in the palace, enjoying herself on Zhao Xingjin's bed, and how she must be extremely gentle and charming, unlike her previous cold and distant behavior in front of him, the humiliation in his heart suddenly surged up, and his resentment ignited along with it, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Although what he originally wanted was to let Xie Jiu serve Zhao Xingjin.

But in his opinion, he could give Xie Jiu the Hehuan Powder and send Xie Jiu into the palace to flatter and please her, but Xie Jiu could not go there on his own initiative without telling him.

In Wu Que's mind, this was a betrayal, a violation of her husband's authority, and it also made him lose all face.

This humiliation made him lose all his rationality for a moment, and he couldn't help but burst into cursing.

"Bitch! Forget about the formal marriage. Xie is unfaithful to women, shameless and licentious. She has done things that are against the virtues of a woman. She deserves to be skinned alive and drowned in the river!"

"Where is Xie? Why doesn't she dare come back to see me?"

Wu Que's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face looked extremely ferocious.

Chunrong had never seen him like this before, and her heart was still beating fast, but when she remembered Xie Jiu's instructions, she quickly calmed down.

He confronted him without any hesitation.

"Master Hou, be careful what you say!"

"Madam has been praised by the Emperor himself as dignified, virtuous, well-educated, and possesses both talent and virtue. That's why she was appointed as the Princess's tutor. Could it be that the Emperor is so blind to her character? The Marquis insults Madam without any evidence. Is he venting his anger or is he rebelling against the Emperor's words?!"

This big hat was suddenly put on Wu Que, and he was so choked that he didn't know how to refute it. His face turned pale and he couldn't utter a word.

Looking at his distorted face that was angry but he didn't dare to refute, Chunrong felt relieved.

Then she bowed slightly and said, "I am only here to retrieve the calligraphy, following Madam's orders. I must return to the palace as soon as possible to report. I will take my leave now."

Finally, she pointed to the food box on the table and said, "This snack is from the small kitchen of Chengming Palace. Madam thought it tasted good, so she asked me to bring it back for you, my Lord. If Madam knew what you said today, I'm afraid you would be very sad. So, my Lord, please stop talking nonsense."

After he finished speaking, he walked around Wu Que and was about to leave.

The three words "Chengming Palace" at this moment were like a sharp blade, piercing Wu Que's pain again.

Blood rushed to his head, and a strong viciousness flashed in Wu Que's eyes. He turned around and quickly chased after Chunrong.

"You slut, when will it be your turn to teach me a lesson? Today I will tear your skin off!"

"Come here, hold this bitch down and beat her!"

Burning with rage, Wu Que only wanted to vent his anger on Chunrong.

He couldn't touch Xie Jiu, but could he not touch a maid?

But when the housekeeper and his men rushed forward, Chunrong immediately shouted loudly.

"Let's see who dares! The Emperor ordered his wife to teach the princess, and then she ordered me to go back to the palace to get the calligraphy. If you dare to touch me, it means you are dissatisfied with the wife and the Emperor!"

"Don't think chicken feathers are your authority. Hit me!" Wu Que was so angry that he jumped up and down and kept shouting.

Chunrong was not afraid of him, and her eyebrows were raised.

"I cannot return to the palace in one piece today. Tomorrow, the higher-ups will blame me. My Lord, please consider whether you can bear the consequences now!"

Wu Que felt a pain in his heart after being criticized.

He had never been treated like this by a maid before, especially since Chunrong was Xie Jiu's maid!

But Chunrong's words did shock him.

It was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, forcing rationality back into his mind.

Yes, how dare he offend the palace now?
His teeth were chattering and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists, but he didn't dare to attack again.

After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Get out of here!"

"Your servant, take your leave." Chunrong curled the corners of her lips, bowed slightly, and did not forget to remind, "My lord, remember to eat the snacks. This is a token of my lady's love. My lady is in the palace and is thinking about you, my lord." After saying these words, Chunrong left calmly without any haste.

Wu Que looked at the snacks on the table and almost fainted because he couldn't catch his breath.

He covered his chest and calmed down, then overturned the table, and things shattered all over the floor.

Chunrong felt so relieved when she heard the noise behind her.

He rode as fast as he could and rushed back to the palace immediately.

When she came back happily to report, Xie Jiu was still sitting in front of the chessboard with Zhao Xingjin.

"Oh, you're back safe and sound. You're quite a clever girl."

Zhao Xingjin glanced at Chunrong who came in to report and smiled jokingly.

Chunrong did not dare to be careless and saluted properly.

"Get up," Zhao Xingjin said casually, and then asked, "How is Marquis Weiyuan doing?"

When he asked this, Chunrong secretly glanced at Xie Jiu, and after receiving a response from his eyes, she answered respectfully.

"My Lord, I think something has gone wrong and he's in a bad mood. He didn't even taste the snacks that Madam asked me to bring back."

"Tsk, can't swallow your food?" Zhao Xingjin said jokingly.

Xie Jiu casually put down a chess piece and said, "Your temper is due to liver fire, and your inability to swallow is due to spleen and stomach disharmony. Eating some pills to clear heat and digestion will be fine."

Having said that, Xie Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Xingjin with a smile on his face.

"May I ask the Emperor for a pill from the Imperial Hospital? As a wife, I should take care of my husband's health."

"You are quite virtuous." Zhao Xingjin seemed to be teasing, "You are beside me, yet you still miss others."

Xie Jiu wasn't afraid of him, with a hint of mischief on her face. "After all, he married me with three letters and six ceremonies, and a sedan chair carried by eight people. If he didn't know, it would be fine. But now that he knows, how can I just ignore it?"

As she spoke, she tapped the chessboard lightly with her fingers and pursed her lips as if she was begging for a reward.

"I have been playing chess with His Majesty for such a long time, and His Majesty is unwilling to grant me such a small favor?"

This coquettish look was just right, forming a suitable contrast with her usual gentleness and generosity, which made Zhao Xingjin feel interesting and enjoyable.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and then he waved his hand.

"Yang Zhian, reward!"

"I, Your Majesty, thank you for your grace." Xie Jiu stood up, smiling, and bowed with a soft waist.

So half an hour later, in Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion, Wu Que, who had finally calmed down, exploded again.

This time it was a real shock. He fainted before the eunuch who delivered the things left.

Anger attacks the heart.

But who dared to say this to others? The housekeeper just quickly said that Wu Que was already ill and was just feeling unwell. He had been working hard all day and couldn't hold on any longer, so he hurriedly sent the people in the palace away.

Perhaps the eunuch who delivered the gifts was not careful with his words, and soon the news that Marquis Weiyuan was ill spread throughout the capital again.

Everyone knows whether it is a real illness or a fake one.

It's not obvious on the surface, but who knows how many people are laughing at me behind my back.

Wu Que lay on the couch, looking at the box of liver fire-clearing pills, and his liver fire burned even more fiercely.

He immediately ordered the housekeeper to take a few more days of sick leave for him.

One can easily imagine how many people would ridicule him if he went to court at this time.

He really can't stand this anymore.

(End of this chapter)