Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 85 - 81

His voice was hoarse, and the murderous intent in it was enough to make one’s blood run cold.

This was an aura accumulated from countless slaughters, an aura only a great general stationed in the army could possess.

No matter how dire the situation, no one dared to underestimate him.

The night deepened with heavy dew, the autumn wind was icy, as two men, both dragons among men, stood facing each other in the night shadows.

Pei Yuqing’s eyes slightly lowered, his expression serious, "She has never been yours, Lu Ziyuan. She decided a long time ago that she no longer wants you."

She decided a long time ago that she no longer wants you...

"Shut up!" Lu Ziyuan suddenly stiffened, exuding an icy chill, "Give her back to me!"

"That’s not possible," Pei Yuqing slowly smiled, softly saying, "She’s the girl I managed to coax into my arms with great difficulty. How can I give her away?"

The girl you didn’t cherish and treated coldly is someone else’s cherished treasure, longed for but unattainable.

He had already given up, yet she gave him a glimmer of hope.

Thinking this, Pei Yuqing’s lips curled into a smile, with a trace of mockery, "Since you chose to treat her coldly initially, you should have been prepared for today. A momentary mistake can last a lifetime, accept your fate."

Accept your fate?

Lu Ziyuan looked at the courtyard filled with red celebration characters, put away his spear, closed his eyes to calm his emotion, and said, "The whole Capital City knows that the person in her heart is me. She only hastily married you in a moment of impulse because she was upset with me."

"She’s young and impulsive; you are eleven years older. Aren’t you taking advantage of her by indulging her mistakes?"

Pei Yuqing’s hand in his sleeve tightened, his face as still as water.

If he were a bit more confident, he should be questioning back now.

Why assume that the person in her heart is you?

Why couldn’t it be me?

Perhaps lacking confidence, because the one who said this was the youth she had been openly pursuing for years.

A man who had acted arrogantly and recklessly, fiercely crashing into the Duke Pei Mansion for her.

The person across remained silent, not retorting, infusing a trace of warmth into Lu Ziyuan’s cold heart.

He moved his lips, his voice trembling slightly, "Give her back to me. As long as you return her to me, I will not take today’s matter to heart, and henceforth, I, Lu Ziyuan, owe you a life."

A man of iron backbone, upright and principled, at this moment, his cautious words tugged at one’s heart.

Pei Yuqing’s eyes flickered with complexity, and he slowly shook his head in refusal, "She is already my wife and will only be my wife in the future."

"She will regret it!" Lu Ziyuan’s voice suddenly turned cold, holding his long spear rushing towards Pei Yuqing’s door, "I made a mistake, she married you to punish me, but one day she will regret it!"

Beside him, Pei Er was about to raise his sword to block Lu Ziyuan’s spear but was preemptively stopped by Pei Yuqing.

A man who rarely lost his temper, now his voice carried coldness, eyes glinting frostily as he looked at the person on the other end of the spear, "She said she won’t regret it."

Lu Ziyuan’s gaze darkened, "I don’t believe it, I want to ask her face to face."

But how could Pei Yuqing easily allow him into his new room?

Lu Ziyuan wanted to enter, he could only break in forcefully.

He leapt forward, just a few steps closer to the bridal chamber, but was soon surrounded by a group of guards.

After traveling for several days and nights, and with several wounds bleeding incessantly, even the strongest person was at the end of their strength.

Lu Ziyuan looked at the door not far away, hoarsely shouting, "Xie Wanqing, come out!"

"Come out!"

After Pei Yuqing left, the sound of clashing blades continuously drifted in from outside the door, getting closer and closer. Inside, Xie Wanqing clenched Erqing’s hand tightly, originally extremely nervous, but froze upon hearing Lu Ziyuan’s shout.

She had heard Lu Ziyuan say many things, from the naive words of childhood, the cold remarks of adulthood, the heated angry words when parting, to those heartless words in dreams.

But she never thought Lu Ziyuan could have such violent emotional fluctuations.

That voice was like the howl of a wolf king who had lost its mate.

Her heart suddenly tightened, instinctively looking outside the window.

Through the thin gauze window, she could vaguely see the crowd outside, with many people gathered.

Lu Ziyuan’s attack seemed to have reached the doorstep, as if he was finally subdued, yet he kept calling her name.

"Miss..." Erqing said nervously, "Will Heir Lu really break in?"

Xie Wanqing couldn’t spare a reply; she heard the sound of clashing blades suddenly cease outside, speculating whether Lu Ziyuan had indeed been subdued, but then she heard a loud bang.

The door was forcibly knocked open from outside, revealing Lu Ziyuan, covered in blood, his crimson eyes landing on her, with a twisted smile, "Wanwan, why didn’t you come out?"

Erqing screamed in shock, standing protectively in front of Xie Wanqing at once.

Lu Ziyuan, eyes red with rage, stepped forward, lifting his long spear to knock the person obstructing him away.

"Don’t hurt her!" Xie Wanqing hurriedly pulled Erqing behind her, voice trembling from panic, "Lu Ziyuan, have you lost your mind?"

Lu Ziyuan steadily gazed at her, enunciating every word, "Did you hear me calling you? Why didn’t you come out!"

’Creak.’

The door closed, Pei Yuqing stepped inside, the guards remained outside.

He looked at the girl, neatly dressed, his eyes showing apology, "Were you frightened?"

Xie Wanqing pressed her lips, glanced at him without saying a word.

Pei Yuqing paused slightly, his gaze falling on the man who could barely stand, speaking lightly, "Heir Lu, you’ve seen the person you risked your life to see, ask whatever you want in front of me."

Ignoring his rival’s sarcasm, Lu Ziyuan’s greedy gaze never faltered from the girl.

The obsessive gaze annoyed Xie Wanqing immensely, both were troubles.

Lu Ziyuan was, and Pei Yuqing as well.

One wielded a knife, the other played mind games.

If it had not been for this seemingly gentle man’s arrangement, she believed that no matter how capable Lu Ziyuan was, he wouldn’t have been able to break through the layers of household soldiers to this bridal chamber.

What was the purpose of this scene?

Xie Wanqing took a deep breath, both angry and frustrated.

Forcing herself to regain composure, she looked at the persistent Lu Ziyuan, "Why should I come out?"

"Today is my wedding day, if you wish to have a toast, you should go to the front hall; the bridal chamber doesn’t entertain male guests."

Lu Ziyuan’s eyes blinked very slowly, noticing that the girl had changed out of her wedding dress, his gaze dimmed as if he could no longer bear the weight, his knees suddenly buckling under him, one knee hitting the ground as he held his spear.

"Wanwan, come home with me," he stubbornly reached out to her, "I know I was wrong, you can punish me any way you like, come home with me, please?"

His outstretched hand was just inches away from touching the hem of her dress.

Beside him, Pei Yuqing, whose expression was hard to read, instantly tensed, eyes fixated intensely on that hand.