After throwing the stone, Baizhi quietly moved closer to Qi Yuan, but then couldn’t help widening her eyes. “Miss, look over there!”
She pointed toward a nearby tree. Qi Yuan turned her head and saw Liujin sitting at the treetop, waving at her.
It was obvious—he was the one who started throwing the eggs earlier.
Seriously…
Qi Yuan gave a light cough and turned to get into the carriage.
Baizhi quickly followed, eyes wide, smiling with excitement. “Miss, what should we do next?”
She finally understood why her lady had said she quite enjoyed handling this matter.
Turns out, watching vile men make a fool of themselves was such a satisfying thing!
Indeed, why should women suffer and sacrifice, while the men reap all the benefits?
These scoundrels truly deserved to be taught a harsh lesson.
Qi Yuan leaned back with a smile. “Next, we wait for them to come begging.”
Up in the tree, seeing Qi Yuan get on the carriage, Liujin scratched his neck and turned to Babao. “I don’t know why, but my neck feels chilly.”
Babao rolled his eyes. “You brought this on yourself! His Highness told us to protect Miss Qi. You acting like this, she probably thinks His Highness sent someone to tail her!”
Thinking of Qi Yuan’s methods, Babao clicked his tongue and made a cutting gesture at his own neck. “Tsk, you better watch out, don’t let Miss Qi kill you.”
Liujin’s heart went cold at those words. After a moment, he snorted. “Oh please, Miss Qi is someone who repays both kindness and revenge. I haven’t wronged her—she won’t kill me.”
The two joked for a while. Soon, the patrol officers arrived, and the bystanders gradually dispersed as Zhou Ping was persuaded to leave.
As for Zhou Kun, he was tied up and taken away by Zhou Ping.
Shunzi stayed by his side, quietly comforting him. “Young Master, don’t be afraid. This won’t turn into anything serious.”
Zhou Kun gave a bitter smile, recalling the words of the young woman who had come to see him.
All the men in the Zhou family were parasites feeding off women’s corpses, and now they even planned to keep using him and his sister to trample on his mother.
What could be scarier than that?
At the Zhou household, Old Madam Zhou was waiting for her son to return and immediately asked, “What’s going on? Who did it? Who dared to destroy our arches?”
The Zhou family members who came in all kept their heads lowered, silent.
Zhou Ping had no choice but to grit his teeth and squeeze out two words: “Zhou Kun!”
He spat viciously, “That little b*stard! It’s all his fault!”
Zhou Kun?!
Old Madam Zhou almost fainted on the spot when she heard that it was her eldest grandson who smashed the arches. Thankfully, a maid helped steady her just in time.
She gnashed her teeth. “It’s all his mother’s fault! That wicked woman! So vicious, so malicious!”
She immediately ordered Zhou Ping, “Quick! Write her a divorce letter! Drive her out! Don’t let her ever set foot in our home again!”
What woman could bear to be separated from her children? She didn’t believe Qi Fangyun wouldn’t come crawling back to beg.
Zhou Ping’s face was stiff and slightly embarrassed.
At this point, Second Master Zhou had to smooth things over. “I’m afraid that won’t work. Sister-in-law, you’ll probably have to go to the Marquis’ residence yourself and invite her back.”
“What?!” Old Madam Zhou’s face twisted in rage. “That wretched woman ruined our child, and I have to go beg her back?”
Second Master Zhou had no choice but to explain everything that happened that day.
Seeing Old Madam Zhou nearly cough up blood from anger, he pressed on, “When rumors spread, it will bring disaster to our family. We must swallow our pride, bring your daughter-in-law back, and downplay the whole thing.”
Forget about taking a concubine as an equal wife—just publicly claim it was all a misunderstanding.
Otherwise, they might not even be able to keep those arches.
Zhou Ping, being more worldly than Old Madam Zhou, finally suppressed his rage after a signal from Second Master Zhou, and persuaded Old Madam Zhou to calm down.
The whole family immediately set off with gifts to the Qi residence.
Naturally, the Qi family had already heard what had happened.
When they heard that Qi Yuan had sought out Zhou Kun and smashed the Zhou family’s arches, their expressions turned complicated.
Especially Qi Fangyun, who gasped, “Isn’t that practically ruining the Zhou family?”
Old Marquis Qi and Qi Zhen both sat stone-faced, as if they had long grown used to it.
If it wasn’t something that shook the heavens, it wasn’t Qi Yuan’s style.
When news arrived that Zhou Ping had come to visit, even Qi Fangyun couldn’t help glancing at Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan toyed with an apple, glancing at her aunt. “Do you want to go back or not?”
Qi Fangyun bit her lip, deeply torn.
If she went back, the pain from her head injury still lingered. She could vividly remember Old Madam Zhou’s venomous malice, not to mention how Zhou Ping had beaten Zhou Kun half to death today!
She pressed her lips together. “I don’t want to go back.”
Qi Yuan nodded to show she understood.
Meanwhile, Old Marquis Qi and Qi Zhen went to meet Zhou Ping.
Old Madam Zhou, on the other hand, did not see the Qi family Old Madam, nor Qi Fangyun or Madam Wang. She was received only by an unmarried young girl.
She was instantly furious. “They actually sent a little girl to receive their in-laws?!”
Qi Yuan leaned lazily against the chair, her smile faint. “You’re mistaken, Old Madam. How could we be in-laws? Didn’t you already decide to divorce my aunt?”
Old Madam Zhou’s face twisted in humiliation and rage. “What would a little brat like you know?!”
“I’m just a little brat. But tell me, how old was Zhou family’s Second Miss when you married her off to her dead fiancé?” Qi Yuan smiled sweetly at her.
Old Madam Zhou’s face instantly changed. “Shut your mouth!”
“Oh? You can do it, but no one can speak of it?” Qi Yuan stood up, slowly approaching her. “Or perhaps you know deep down that forcing your daughter to marry a dead man is something that even the heavens won’t tolerate?”
Old Madam Zhou’s whole body trembled as she pointed at Qi Yuan, unable to get a word out.
Qi Yuan’s smile turned cold. “As a mother, you climbed to fame over your daughter’s bones. Disgraceful. I wonder if your daughter rests easy in her grave? I wonder if, in the dead of night, you ever recall the moment she hanged herself?”
At that instant, Old Madam Zhou truly felt an eerie chill down her neck, as if someone was breathing behind her.
Her body shook uncontrollably, whether from rage or terror. She pointed at Qi Yuan, trembling all over, but no words came out.
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