Turn the raw rice into cooked rice?!
Duke Cheng felt as if he could hardly understand these words anymore. He looked at Wen Mingfeng in disbelief, almost laughing out loud: “Do you know that her horsemanship is first-rate? I’ve heard her skills are also very good?”
Although she had never displayed them publicly, anyone who was not a fool should know that she had escaped death so many times and managed to withdraw unscathed under any circumstances, how could that be possible without some skill and ability?
By comparison, Wen Mingfeng was nothing more than a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken.
And he still wanted to turn raw rice into cooked rice?
Wasn’t that a joke?
Wen Mingfeng did not laugh, only curled his lips in ridicule: “Look at you, saying foolish things again. If the raw rice is to be cooked, naturally extraordinary methods must be used.”
How could he possibly give Qi Yuan a chance to fight back?
Duke Cheng tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop: “Talking nicely is useless, the matter must be handled cleanly.”
He had already been dragged onto the pirate ship and understood that he truly had no choice now.
Even if he could suppress Wen Mingfeng and stop him from acting, Duchess Cheng and Ling Qiang and Ling Chuhan had already offended Qi Yuan first.
And if he suppressed Wen Mingfeng, who knew what those people might be incited to do next?
He closed his eyes.
An illegitimate son, compared to his legitimate wife and grandchildren, the legitimate side was naturally more important.
He quickly made up his mind, leaned slightly back against the chair, raised his brows, and asked: “How will you use extraordinary methods?”
Wen Mingfeng felt he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.
But he still replied seriously: “Of course, drugging. No matter how chaste and virtuous a woman is, once she encounters an aphrodisiac, she will still be at others’ mercy.”
At this point, he smiled mockingly: “Isn’t Father already an expert at this?”
Every time this son spoke, it was always sarcastic.
Duke Cheng looked at him coldly: “What do you want me to do?”
“Very simple.” Wen Mingfeng met his gaze just as coldly, without any avoidance: “After the incident, I need you to act as the matchmaker and help persuade Yongping Marquis residence to settle the matter quietly.”
Duke Cheng’s right eyelid twitched; something felt off: “Just that simple?”
Wen Mingfeng remained calm: “Just that simple.”
The two looked at each other. Duke Cheng agreed decisively, then looked at him indifferently: “After this matter, there will no longer be any relationship between you and me. I will give you a sum of silver and will also pressure the Wen family to give you a share of property.”
Wen Mingfeng parted his lips: “Deal.”
After leaving Duke Cheng’s study, he stood quietly in the courtyard and looked back.
In the night, Duke Cheng residence was shrouded in a sea of lantern light. Looking at the vast mansion arranged in staggered layers, he turned around and carefully took in everything before his eyes.
What a grand residence.
And those who lived here were all lofty, their eyes set above their heads.
He still remembered that when he was young, his mother had once brought him here.
That time, that kind-looking yet lofty Duchess Cheng had pinched his mother’s throat and forced a bowl of poison down her.
Although his mother was later rescued and the poison was vomited out, her throat was permanently ruined, she could never speak again.
From that moment on, he swore that he would drag all these people down from their lofty altar and then personally kill them all.
This time was the best opportunity.
Duke Cheng rubbed his brow. When he returned to Duchess Cheng’s courtyard, he heard her loudly cursing inside the room.
The servants filled the room on their knees, each one frightened like quails, not even daring to breathe loudly.
He frowned, walked in, and said coldly, “Alright, all of you go out.”
The servants immediately felt as if they had been granted amnesty and rushed to withdraw.
In an instant, only the husband and wife were left in the room. As Duke Cheng removed his outer robe, he asked, “Who provoked you again? To make you this angry?”
At the mention of this, Duchess Cheng’s anger surged up at once.
Her tone immediately turned sharper: “Who else but that b*tch Liu?! She thinks she’s capable now, wants to ride over my head, choosing a wife for Chuhan, and she even picked someone from the Wang family!”
Duke Cheng looked at her suspiciously. “What’s wrong with the Wang family? Is the Wang family not good?”
It would have been better if he hadn’t said that. The moment he did, Duchess Cheng immediately let out a sarcastic click of her tongue. “Yes, of course there’s nothing bad about it for you. When have you ever taken my matters to heart?”
Duke Cheng set the teacup heavily on the table with a bang. “If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak at all!”
The room suddenly fell silent.
Duchess Cheng said indignantly, “What, did I hit the mark? Why I refuse to form a marriage alliance with the Wang family, you really don’t know in your heart?”
Duke Cheng rubbed his brow. “If you’re truly that resentful, the Liu family people haven’t been dead for long, go down and find them now! Fool!”
He truly could not understand Duchess Cheng’s sarcastic bitterness.
Zhou Wangfei couldn’t swallow that anger, what was the result?
Her spirit tablet can’t even enter the imperial mausoleum now!
Compared to Zhou Wangfei, what advantage does Duchess Cheng have?
All day long, other than venting her anger, she only knows how to vent her anger!
Irritated, he stood up and left.
Duchess Cheng widened her eyes and chased after him sharply: “Don’t think I don’t know that your b*stard child came again! Fine, since you like that b*stard and think the Wang family is so good, then let that b*stard marry Wang Chan! Or better yet, let him marry Qi Yuan, wouldn’t that suit your wishes even more?!”
Duke Cheng suddenly turned back and stared at her.
The husband and wife confronted each other like needle against wheat awn, neither willing to back down.
After a long while, Duke Cheng finally sneered. “You’d better not try to be clever, otherwise you won’t even know how you die!”
It wasn’t that he had never tried to reason with Duchess Cheng, but the problem was that reasoning simply didn’t work.
No matter how much he explained, in the end, Duchess Cheng would always circle back to that incident from years ago.
The matter had already happened, and it wasn’t as if Duke Cheng didn’t regret it.
Besides, he had no feelings for Wen Mingfeng at all.
With Duchess Cheng pressing like this, what could he do?
Could he kill Wen Mingfeng?!
Truly absurd!
Duchess Cheng gripped the handkerchief in her hand tightly, then, somewhat out of control, swept everything off the table onto the floor.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ling Qiang had just finished washing up and was preparing to sleep when she suddenly heard a knock at the door.
She raised her brows. “Come in.”
Her tone was somewhat languid.
The maid beside her also quickly stood waiting to the side, head lowered respectfully.
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