After Rebirth, She Becomes the Revenge Queen-Chapter 634 - 386 I Care About My Family

The twilight grew thicker, and the wind and clouds ceased.

Liang Zhi and the others finally finished their handover with the Ministry of War and Dali Temple, and together, they stepped into the Pei Mansion.

The banquet hall was set up in Qiushui Pavilion in the back garden, a place quite far from others, and had its own separate kitchen, clearly intended for a hearty feast for everyone.

Yang Yi was a bit late, but only by a few steps, and as he entered the garden, the servants were just bringing in the tea.

Liang Chen looked around: "Where’s the fifth child and his wife?"

Pei Yu and Mrs. Pei, who were busying themselves with the dishes, both looked toward the garden gate: "Right, that kid got home more than an hour ago. Where could he have gone? Someone, go invite them over."

A servant wove through the flowers and willow branches to Pei Zhan’s courtyard, where Ziyan was just sending off the maids carrying water.

Seeing this, the servant approached and chatted: "The General just finished bathing?"

Ziyan hesitated to speak, finally pressing her lips together and nodding, waving the servant away: "The General and Young Madam have some urgent matters to deal with and will be right over. Please let Master and Madam host the generals to dine first." With that, she returned inside to greet Fu Zhen, who came out with her long hair down: "It’s such a trouble for Young Madam. It’s not impossible for this servant to take a leave from Madam."

Fu Zhen pulled down her collar and looked at her shoulder in the mirror, unable to stop herself from biting her lip as two red clouds rose on her cheeks.

Over the past half year, she’d plumped herself up quite a bit. Shameless as it may be to say, "ice skin and jade bone" wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Now, against her fair skin, the red marks stood out conspicuously — she’d underestimated that guy. Given his build, she’d already prepared herself mentally, but hadn’t expected him to be even fiercer than she’d imagined once in bed.

"Does it hurt?" As she admired herself, the culprit came over and gently caressed her shoulder with concern. The calloused fingertip lightly brushed her skin, bringing on a tingle. Fu Zhen slightly turned her head: "Now I believe, before we got married, you truly hadn’t tasted meat."

Pei Zhan paused his hand, and even his tanned face turned red. He retaliated by biting her earlobe: "How do you know?"

Fu Zhen leaned back against him, looking at their overlapping reflections in the mirror: "All the street storytellers say, only those inexperienced and hot-headed young lads gobble like you."

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhan applied ointment for dispelling bruises on her shoulder, then tidied her clothes: "That’s not certain. With you, there’s no difference between the first time and the hundredth. — Come on, I’ll help you change your clothes..."

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The servant brought Ziyan’s message to Pei Yu, who found it unacceptable. Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen, being important members of the Pei family, how could they shirk and not come? It was too neglectful.

He wanted to ask Pei Mu to go hurry them, but Mrs. Pei fiercely tugged his sleeve in secret, so he dared not say anything more.

After sitting down, he noticed Cheng Chili and the others covering their mouths and laughing secretly, puzzled until he heard Mrs. Pei say they wouldn’t wait anymore, and everyone should take their seats. Also mentioning that his daughter-in-law had caught a cold these past few days and was unwell, so she wouldn’t come over, he finally realized, angrily cursed Pei Zhan twice inwardly, and managed to recover his composure, sitting in the main seat as if nothing had happened, orchestrating the banquet preparations.

Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen arrived fashionably late.

Before leaving, Fu Zhen looked at herself in the mirror repeatedly to make sure there was nothing improper about her appearance, and then set off with Pei Zhan.

Pei Zhan suggested she stay in the room, not needing to socialize. But Fu Zhen wanted to meet Yang Yi, plus, Liang Zhi had just come back. How could she, as their aunt, miss the welcome banquet she’d prepared for them?

The two talked as they walked to Qiushui Pavilion, where the dishes were not yet fully set, and everyone had just gathered around.

Seeing the two of them, everyone smiled without saying anything or making any jokes about it. The young couple hadn’t seen each other for a while since their marriage, naturally they had personal conversations to catch up on, nothing strange about that.

Fu Zhen and Pei Zhan carried themselves gracefully, leaving no possibility for others to guess what had transpired. After they were seated at separate tables, the banquet began.

Su Xinger intently stared at Fu Zhen, then while Mrs. Pei wasn’t looking, she elbowed her in the waist: "Reunions are sweeter than new weddings, huh?"

Fu Zhen feigned calm: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, trying to fool me. Look at your eyes, since you walked in, they haven’t left the fifth child. You two didn’t show up for half the day before, where on earth were you?"

Fu Zhen cleared her throat and sat upright: "What could we be doing? Helping him pack, of course."