181: Chapter 181 We want to go too

"Yay!"

As soon as Jiang Feiyu heard she could go to the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion, her mind was filled with thoughts of those tempting crystal pork hocks and beggar's chicken.

She cheered, lifted her skirt, and like a frolicking roe deer, scurried toward the Marquis Mansion's carriage.

Impatiently, she pulled open the carriage door and crawled inside.

Chen Shanzhi smiled and turned to look at Tang Xiaowu, who was standing to the side.

Tang Xiaowu's delicate body trembled slightly.

She kept her head down, her eyes darting around like those of a startled fawn.

Especially when she caught a glimpse of Murong Zhaoling watching coldly from the side, she felt her scalp tingle and her pretty face instantly turned beet red.

"San... Shanzhi... maybe... I should just go back to the Academy."

Tang Xiaowu twisted the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her toes scuffing the ground as she stammered, "I... I still have some things to handle back at the Academy..."

Chen Shanzhi narrowed his eyes, sizing up the girl before him.

Ever since the Heaven Class was formed at the start of the term, this girl had been avoiding him like the plague.

Whenever she saw him from a distance in the Academy, she would turn and run faster than a rabbit.

Did she really think he, Chen Shanzhi, was blind and knew nothing?

She wanted to go back to the Academy? Not a chance!

He hadn't even used the Yin-Yang Origin Return Technique in his mind yet.

Tonight, he intended to take this pure-hearted little sister and thoroughly explore the mysteries of this Dual Cultivation Technique that surpassed the Immortal Rank!

If Tang Xiaowu ran away, who would he practice Dual Cultivation with? Was he supposed to just hold his own hands?

Jiang Feiyu's body wasn't ready yet, so he couldn't do that with her.

It couldn't possibly be his aunt, could it?

Hiss, how could he even think that?

Chen Shanzhi instantly shook those thoughts from his mind.

Then he thought about how Tang Xiaowu had been far too disobedient lately.

If he didn't show some of his authority as an older brother and re-establish his dominance, she really wouldn't know who was the master of the house.

Tonight, he had to make her feel exactly what it meant to be handled!

With that thought, Chen Shanzhi didn't waste any words and strode directly up to Tang Xiaowu.

Tang Xiaowu jumped in surprise and instinctively tried to step back.

Chen Shanzhi was faster; his large hand reached out and accurately grabbed Tang Xiaowu's slender, tender wrist.

It felt cool to the touch, and he could clearly feel the tension in the girl's body.

"Ah..." Tang Xiaowu let out a short cry of surprise.

"Since you're already here, why go back to the Academy? Whatever it is, handle it tomorrow."

Chen Shanzhi gave her no chance to break free, pulling her toward the carriage with a domineering tone that brooked no argument.

"But... but..."

Tang Xiaowu stumbled two steps as he pulled her, her eyes reddening with anxiety as she struggled and quietly looked back at Murong Zhaoling.

Being forcibly pulled into a carriage and taken home by a man right in front of his official fiancée...

What was this even supposed to be!

Chen Shanzhi's hand was like an iron pincer. Tang Xiaowu gave a symbolic struggle.

Then she obediently let him pull her along, following him into the carriage with her head down like a mistreated little wife.

Afterward, Chen Shanzhi stepped back down, went to Chen Rou's side, and said softly, "Aunt, you should come into the carriage with me too."

In front of the Jiantian Division, Murong Zhaoling watched this scene quietly.

That exquisite face of hers seemed to be covered in a layer of eternal frost.

Her knuckles turned white, and one could even hear a slight sound of bone rubbing against bone.

You sure are something, Chen Shanzhi!

In front of me, your fiancée bestowed by the Emperor himself.

You actually have the audacity to bring two women home so blatantly?

He clearly didn't care about her at all!

Murong Zhaoling took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

She wanted nothing more than to smash that carriage to pieces right now.

But Murong Zhaoling also knew very well.

In the Great Jiang Dynasty, men were superior to women, and having three wives and four concubines was the norm.

Moreover, she hadn't officially married into his family yet. According to strict etiquette and rules, she really had no right to manage the affairs of the Marquis Mansion's inner courtyard.

Therefore, she had no right to interfere with whom Chen Shanzhi chose to bring back to the mansion.

Furthermore, Chen Shanzhi hadn't even invited her to go along.

With the proud personality of a general's daughter, Murong Zhaoling naturally couldn't be thick-skinned enough to proactively say, "I want to go too."

Most importantly, the rules of the Great Jiang Dynasty were also there.

As a fiancée, before the wedding, she had to avoid suspicion and absolutely could not go to the man's home on a whim.

Caught in a dilemma, Murong Zhaoling felt extremely frustrated and could only stand there fuming.

Just as Murong Zhaoling's expression was becoming increasingly unsightly.

A fragrant breeze blew in.

Shen Lingfu had approached at some point and naturally reached out, intimately taking Murong Zhaoling's stiff arm.

That pure and moving face of hers wore a smile that was sickeningly sweet.

Ignoring Murong Zhaoling's expression, she turned her head and looked at Chen Rou with a grin.

"Aunt Chen~"

Shen Lingfu elongated the end of her sentence, her large eyes sparkling with a mischievous light, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness that was hard to refuse:

"I've long heard that the chef in the Marquis of Zhenguo's Mansion is an old master who retired from the Imperial Kitchen, and his culinary skills are exceptional."

She shook Murong Zhaoling's arm and blinked her innocent eyes:

"Sister Murong and I happen to have nothing to do today. I wonder if we could be so bold as to go to the mansion and try the imperial chef's cooking?"

As soon as Shen Lingfu said this, the atmosphere instantly became subtle.

Murong Zhaoling's beautiful phoenix eyes lit up slightly.

She went along with it, her long, straight legs taking half a step forward, her tone carrying the reserve and coolness of a noble Young Miss:

"I have long heard that the imperial chef of the Marquis Mansion has peerless skills, but I've never had the chance to taste it.

Since Sister Lingfu is in the mood, I would also like to visit the Marquis Mansion for a cup of tea. I wonder if the Heir... finds it convenient?"

Although she was asking Chen Shanzhi, her gripped fingers clearly tightened.

The smile on Chen Shanzhi's face instantly froze.

He glanced at Tang Xiaowu and the other, whom he had forcibly pulled into the carriage.

Then he looked at these two great deities who had invited themselves.

Convenient?

Convenient my foot!

I'm going home tonight to re-establish my dominance and have a secret tryst with this little girl!

What are you two doing joining in the fun?

With so many extra eyes watching in the Marquis Mansion late at night.

How was he supposed to explore the mysteries of the Yin-Yang Origin Return Technique in a room with Tang Xiaowu?

If that tigress Murong Zhaoling heard anything, with her personality, she'd probably tear the roof off his room!

"Cough..."

Chen Shanzhi gave a dry cough, his brain working rapidly as he tried to find an excuse:

"Um, the mansion is currently being renovated, the kitchen is a mess, and the ingredients aren't very fresh.

How about... another day? Another day, I'll personally host a table at Baxian Restaurant and treat you both to a proper meal."