The Cousin Is About to Marry，The Abstinent Young Lord Loses Control-Chapter 115: Ji Mingzhu, You’ve Gone Too Far

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Ji Mingzhu, You’ve Gone Too Far

The teacup shattered into pieces, a mess scattered across the floor.

Du Peifang was panting heavily, her eyes fierce, her demeanor lost.

She seemed like a completely different person from her lofty self at the Yuan Family, with victory in her grasp.

Ji Mingzhu navigated around the puddles and shards on the floor and took a seat neither too close nor too far from Du Peifang.

"Such anger, are you dissatisfied with the gift from the Commandery Princess?"

Glancing at the jade carving, "The Commandery Princess is magnanimous, wishing you an early son, you mustn’t let her good intentions go to waste."

Du Peifang gritted her teeth, "Don’t use the Commandery Princess to pressure me, Ji Mingzhu, you are nothing more than a petty person gaining favor!"

Ji Mingzhu raised an eyebrow, "Gaining favor is better than disappointment, Aunt Du, what do you think?"

Aunt Du...

These three words were like a dagger, viciously stabbing Du Peifang’s heart.

To show respect and to avoid tearing relations with the Du Family, on the wedding day the Lord addressed her as Madam.

The servants in the courtyard did the same.

Now, suddenly being called Aunt Du by a rival, Du Peifang wished she could drink her blood, eat her flesh to vent her anger!

Squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.

"I am the concubine personally bestowed by His Majesty, Ji Mingzhu, are you dissatisfied with the imperial decree?"

Ji Mingzhu spoke with a haunting tone, her gaze carrying a peculiar meaning.

"Back in Yangzhou, how did Aunt Du phrase it?"

Her slender, fair hand tapping on the table, Ji Mingzhu seemed to recall the scene of that time.

"You said, if you wished, you could become the Crown Princess Consort; yet now, for the sake of the Lord, you willingly entered the mansion as a concubine, it seems you truly love the Lord."

Though she didn’t state it outright, Du Peifang understood.

She used the imperial edict to press Ji Mingzhu, and this wretched girl dared to use her own words as leverage!

Her complexion shifted from red to white, her tightly clenched hand nearly breaking her palm.

The venom in her eyes seemed to solidify, aiming to burn Ji Mingzhu.

Du Peifang spoke recklessly, "Ji Mingzhu, what are you so proud of? Without the Young Master’s favor, you’re no better than a lowly maid!"

Ji Mingzhu blinked, "Why don’t you ask the Young Master to stop favoring me? After all, you are his stepmother, an elder. He might listen to you."

Her flaunting demeanor provoked Du Peifang’s rationality.

Unable to think, she stepped forward to slap Ji Mingzhu.

"Wretch, why don’t you just die!"

If only she had ended her in Yangzhou!

Instead of showing mercy, merely placing women in Yuan Changan’s path!

Ji Mingzhu was no fool, she wouldn’t just sit and take the hit.

Born into the General Mansion, before her mother passed, she was taught riding and archery.

Even if she didn’t know martial arts, her reflexes were quicker than a sheltered maiden’s.

With Du Peifang drawing near, Ji Mingzhu suddenly stood and intercepted her hand.

Smiling faintly, "Aunt Du is caught in a fury?"

"Shut up!"

She didn’t want to hear the word Aunt anymore!

Even as a concubine, she shouldn’t be a concubine to an old man!

Her immobilized hand made Du Peifang curse inwardly, truly a wild brat with no manners.

Women are beautiful in their gentleness, Ji Mingzhu’s rudeness surely deceived the Young Master with her affectations!

One day, the Young Master will see her true colors and grow tired of her.

With no support, Ji Mingzhu would be set aside, divorced and sent away!

Du Peifang struggled, "Let go of me!"

Ji Mingzhu complied.

Applying clever force, Du Peifang lost her balance, letting out a startled cry, falling to the ground.

The mess on the floor had not been cleared, and Du Peifang firmly landed upon it.

Her palm pressed against a sharp shard. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The piercing pain surged forth.

Du Peifang couldn’t help but let out a groan.

The sudden change had the maids rush over to help her up.

Du Peifang was in complete disarray.

Her dress stained, her palm bleeding profusely.

Both painful and furious, "Ji Mingzhu, do you dare to oppose me, aren’t you afraid I will end you?"

Ji Mingzhu stood tall, merely standing there, overshadowing Du Peifang.

Her gaze indifferent, staring down at her.

"You didn’t hit your head, how was your brain damaged from a fall; attacking others aside, not steady on your feet and yet accusing others, Aunt Du’s demeanor truly opens one’s eyes. Will you be randomly accusing if you get hurt in the mansion in the future?"

Ji Mingzhu’s gaze was arrogant, yet her heart felt no relief.

Du Peifang’s descent from grace, sinking step by step into the mire.

But compared to what Yuan Changan suffered, this was nothing.

And even if Du Peifang died remorsefully, Chang An could never live again.

Thinking of that gentle, benevolent man, Ji Mingzhu’s heart felt gripped and twisted.

She felt suffocated.

Her gaze grew colder.

She walked step by step to Du Peifang.

Du Peifang, inexplicably afraid, gripped the maid’s arm forcefully with her uninjured hand.

Her voice trembled slightly, "What do you intend to do?"

Seeing Ji Mingzhu remain silent, simply fixing her with a cold stare.

Du Peifang felt a chill down her back.

It was as if a knife was suddenly pressed against her neck, ready to take her life at any moment.

Needing not fear the barefoot against the shod, Ji Mingzhu being alone and untethered, Du Peifang truly feared she might go insane.

After all, Yuan Changan’s death was somewhat linked to her...

While the Yuan Family was the best marital match Ji Mingzhu could find.

Her feet instinctively stepping back, trying to escape the cold oppression.

Du Peifang gripped the maid’s hand even tighter, her gaze warning.

"I am the legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor Mansion, the Lord’s concubine, not someone you can insult at will!"

Seeing Du Peifang’s anxious appearance, Ji Mingzhu clicked her tongue.

So she too felt fear at times.

Why, then, did she dare scheme against her and Yuan Changan?

Was it certain the Du Family would never fall?

And she not only had her maternal family’s backing but would marry a man of prominent stature and power; would no one be able to touch her?

Indeed, bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a deep-rooted flaw in people.

In the eyes of the capital’s nobles and officials, Ji Mingzhu was essentially devoid of everything.

Given that, what should she have to fear?

Ji Mingzhu curled her lips slightly, "Don’t be tense, I just wanted to remind you to visit the main courtyard tomorrow to serve tea."

Her gaze swept across Du Peifang’s bleeding palm, "Such a minor injury shouldn’t hinder tea-serving duties to the concubines, right?"

Du Peifang gritted her teeth, "Ji Mingzhu, don’t go too far in bullying others!"

She was only in a temporary predicament now, and her maternal family wouldn’t completely abandon her.

Perhaps someday, she would rise again.

Du Peifang’s gaze darkened, when that time comes, she would surely make Ji Mingzhu vanish forever.

No more soft-heartedness!

Watching Du Peifang’s agitated state, Ji Mingzhu felt a loosening of the breath caught in her chest.

But it wasn’t enough.

Du Peifang deserved worse.

Never able to rise again, living in torment, only then could she repay for her past sins.

"Heal well, tomorrow you’ll need to serve hot tea, if your injury worsens, the Lord will surely feel sorry."

With her wound repeatedly exposed, Du Peifang was on the brink of madness.

"Ji Mingzhu, don’t let me find the chance, otherwise I will end you!"

Having already turned to leave, her step faintly paused.

She tilted her head slightly, sunlight shone upon her porcelain-white face, casting a golden sheen upon her.

Though appearing warm, coldness seeped from her every pore.

"I’ll be waiting, don’t let me down."