Chapter 287: Chapter 230: The Most Annoying Ning Zhen

Shen Ruoxi tightly held Jun Moling’s hand, her gaze determined as she said, “Husband, Xiao Chengyi’s treatment of Xueyan is entirely to provoke me, deliberately making things difficult for us.

Xueyan is my maid, and I redeemed her freedom. Tomorrow, I must go.”

Her tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable resolve: “Don’t worry, I won’t get upset. I know my own body, and the child will be fine.

No matter what, I must make Xiao Chengyi pay for this, or he will truly think Shen Ruoxi is easy to bully.

As for you, you absolutely cannot go. We have the moral high ground. If you go, people will think you are using your status to oppress and bully them.”

Jun Moling could not possibly feel at ease letting her go alone tomorrow, especially now that she is pregnant.

He lowered his voice, full of concern: “In that case, I will accompany you tomorrow. I won’t intervene at first, but if I let you go alone, I will certainly worry myself to death.”

Shen Ruoxi heard his sincere words and understood his worries, so she lightly nodded.

Because of this episode, Jun Moling dismissed everyone from Mi Yi’s courtyard early.

Neither Mi Yi’s brothers nor his subordinates knew about the bride hanging herself, all of them eager to disrupt the wedding night, but Jun Moling scolded and drove them away: “If you disrupt the wedding night, no one will guard the Prince Mansion. If anything happens, can you bear the responsibility?”

Seeing their master’s gloomy face, as if displeased, they dared not act rashly despite not knowing the situation, and obediently went back.

Xueyan had been feeling guilty all day due to the events.

After reconsidering, she only felt utterly foolish, grateful that her lady woke her up, for if she had died for that scumbag Xiao Chengyi’s sake, she truly would have died as a fool.

So, when Mi Yi entered the bridal chamber, completed all the rituals, and everyone else had left, she treated Mi Yi with utmost tenderness.

Mi Yi felt sorry for the injuries on her neck and originally did not intend to consummate the marriage.

But Xueyan was particularly proactive, and soon, his body seemed beyond his control, completely entranced.

He noticed her cautiousness, seemingly trying hard to please, her face blushing yet exceedingly bold.

Perhaps fearing he would think her wanton, her entire demeanor appeared extremely conflicted.

Mi Yi gently kissed her lips, slowly regaining control.

Though it was his first time experiencing such matters, single men like them, full of vigor, had discussed everything privately and viewed enough illustrations; how could they not understand such affairs?

Until Xueyan was exhausted, unable even to lift a finger, she still gently reminded him in his arms: “Husband, from now on, we must live well. Serve the Prince diligently; you are no longer alone now, and must cherish your life for my sake, do not act recklessly.”

Mi Yi knew she was afraid he would seek revenge against Xiao Chengyi.

As he listened to her gentle words, his heart melted, and he kissed her forehead, softly replying: “Rest assured! I know my duties. The master often says that a man must have responsibilities; what kind of master produces what kind of subordinates.”

Xueyan finally felt at ease, her eyelids heavy, initially thinking she should serve her husband during his bath as any wife would, but she was too exhausted and fell asleep in Mi Yi’s arms.

Holding her while washing, Mi Yi also felt exhausted, embracing her as he drifted into sleep.

After Shen Ruoxi and Jun Moling returned to the Prince Mansion, they washed up, and the two lay down together.

Jun Moling turned to look at Shen Ruoxi, softly saying: “In just five days, it’ll be the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, wife, we should prepare some gifts.

The Empress Dowager has always been very kind to me; this time the gifts must be prepared generously.”

Shen Ruoxi slightly nodded, responding, “The Empress Dowager is gentle and never interferes in court matters, always acting low-key in daily life. That broad and gentle nature of the Emperor is mostly inherited from her.

Alright, I will think about what to give. I remember Zhen’er has developed many new items that haven’t been sold yet; I will go have a look.”

Upon hearing Zhen’er’s name, Jun Moling’s brows instantly furrowed.

Nowadays, Zhen’er has made quite a fortune, and naturally, his wife has also earned quite a bit.

But her behavior always left Jun Moling uneasy.

Zhen’er values freedom and refuses to be constrained.

One time, he accidentally overheard a conversation between her and his wife, which still irritates him when he thinks about it.

Back then, his wife asked Zhen’er if she ever planned to get married.

Zhen’er directly replied without hesitation that she would never marry in her life.

Shen Ruoxi further inquired if there wasn’t a man at her home, whether she planned to give him a title.

Zhen’er, however, casually dismissed it: “Just a lover, I’m not tired of him yet; once I am, I’ll find a few more.”

His wife remained silent, and Zhen’er continued advising, urging Shen Ruoxi not to be foolish, that men always prefer the new to the old, and once she loses her beauty, with so many young and beautiful women outside, wouldn’t he be tempted?

Better to enjoy herself with a few handsome young men while she’s still young and beautiful, lest she wastes her time in this world.

Before his wife could say anything, Jun Moling, angered, stormed in.

Zhen’er was startled but even had the audacity to wink at his wife, suggesting she consider her words, before fleeing hastily.

This Zhen’er, truly fearing that the world would not be in chaos, always wanting to incite his wife to cheat.

Jun Moling really does not want his wife to have too much interaction with her, yet his wife’s collaboration with her indeed brought in a considerable amount of Silver.

“That Zhen’er…” Jun Moling ground his teeth, his voice full of resentment.

Shen Ruoxi, however, softly laughed, interrupting him: “Husband, how many times have you said this? My ears are becoming calloused from hearing it; how can you not believe in me?”

As she spoke, she gently kissed his cheek, “Who in this world can be more handsome than my husband? Stop overthinking.

I don’t agree with her views, but since she’s not bothering anyone and has no intention of marrying, I think it’s not our place to interfere with her personal choices; after all, it’s consensual, isn’t it?”

“Unorthodox.” Jun Moling said with irritation.

Shen Ruoxi shook her head helplessly, finding it hard to endorse Zhen’er’s conduct.

Especially Zhen’er’s behavior of keeping men, which seemed truly unfair to the man being kept.

However, having experienced that scumbag Xiao Chengyi, Zhen’er’s choice not to marry is somewhat understandable.

She has money now; why not do as she pleases? Although some of her ways are hard to agree with, some of her words do make sense, but having the man she loves most, she naturally won’t be like her.

Jokingly, she asked, “Isn’t it considered unorthodox if you men act like this?”

“It’s all the same, regardless of gender, those unfaithful in love will not have good outcomes.” Jun Moling replied sullenly.

Shen Ruoxi couldn’t help but laugh, this decisive Prince Zhan, who would have thought he was simply a sour veggie, afraid his wife would cheat.

Usually, it’s women worried about their husbands’ infidelity, yet with him, he exuded jealousy all day.

Recalling the times at the border city, he used to be disheveled, but since getting married, he began to care about his appearance, always looking bright and handsome, perhaps afraid she would run away?

Shen Ruoxi found it both amusing and somewhat helpless. She softly said, “Alright, let’s not talk about her. Sleep now; tomorrow we need to settle the score with Xiao Chengyi.”

Jun Moling nodded in agreement, tightly holding her as they fell asleep together.

The next morning, the two got up and had breakfast.

It seemed as though Zhen’er appeared out of mere mention, for early in the morning, she actually came.

Seeing that it wasn’t time yet to head to the Xiao Mansion, Shen Ruoxi met her in the front hall.

Jun Moling, afraid Zhen’er would lead his wife astray, held Shen Ruoxi’s hand tightly, insisting on accompanying her.

Shen Ruoxi had no choice but to agree.

Zhen’er greeted Shen Ruoxi and Jun Moling, sat down, took a sip of tea, and then slowly began to speak: “I came today to ask a favor from the Prince and Princess Consort.”

Having earned a substantial fortune through her, Shen Ruoxi straightforwardly replied: “Alright, speak your mind.”

“It’s regarding the matter of my father’s murder.” Zhen’er’s eyes slightly darkened as she spoke.

As soon as Zhen’er finished, Jun Moling scoffed, full of sarcasm: “Who would have thought Military Guard Ning even has a father!”

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