Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 161 - 125
The Great Khan didn’t emphasize gender boundaries, and there was no stipulation that women must follow the norms and stay in the inner residence after marriage.
Whether from the Imperial Family or ordinary civilians, the idea that women cannot show their faces in public didn’t exist.
At every court banquet, the Emperor and Empress would host the officials together, accompanied by high-ranking concubines.
Married women in the populace could still go out, make friends, and engage in lively conversations.
Divorce, widows remarrying, or women marrying into their own family were not uncommon occurrences.
Imperial Princesses and Commandery Princesses openly keep male companions.
As for her and Ji Chengfeng, they just happened to bump into each other and chatted for a bit.
In an open outdoor space, not secluded indoors.
This small incident—is it really worth upsetting him?
An occasional bout of jealousy could be taken as a jest, but isn’t this a bit excessive?
"I really couldn’t tell, you are even more old-fashioned than my brother." Xie Wanqing was a bit angry at heart, she looked at the person opposite for a while, frowned and said, "Are you someone who advocates the rules of the former dynasty?"
Women of the former dynasty had a reputation so grand that they wished to cover their faces completely, not allowing unfamiliar men to see them.
It’s been over two hundred years since the regime change, yet many scholars still advocate the former rituals, insisting they should be restored. If this person thinks like that...
Xie Wanqing frowned even more deeply. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
If that’s the case...
Her eyes changed abruptly, and Pei Yuqing helplessly grasped her hand, "Don’t haphazardly pin labels on me."
"...I am not that way," If the topic continues, the two might end up in a quarrel again, so he gently said, "Let’s not talk about those things."
What could he say? Say that watching her give attention to other men makes him restless and uneasy?
Yet his submissive demeanor made Xie Wanqing feel even worse.
As if she had committed a huge mistake, while he merely chose not to hold it against her.
Incredibly awkward.
She didn’t think she had done anything wrong to warrant his sulking for an entire day.
Inside the carriage, a sudden silence fell.
Seeing her displeasure, Pei Yuqing pondered for a few moments, planning to say something to humor her, but Xie Wanqing had already turned away from him, even withdrawing her hand, refusing his touch.
At that moment, the carriage suddenly halted, and the sounds of a bustling crowd arose outside.
Though chaotic, the joyful and ecstatic voices were clear.
Curious about what good event occurred, Xie Wanqing wanted to lift the curtain and peek out when she heard Pei Er’s voice from outside.
"Princely Heir, Lu Ziyuan has returned to the Capital with his troops."
At the same moment, on the long Capital Vermilion Bird Street boulevard, Lu Ziyuan led the charge, tugged on the reins tightly, his gaze directly pointed toward the Pei Family emblem on the opposing carriage, his eyes cold.
Behind him, Mingjian rode forward to his side, muttering, "Today Marquis Qu Mansion holds a banquet, Miss Xie went with that person, and is now in the carriage."
Lu Ziyuan lowered his eyes and issued a subtle ’ha.’
"Should I ask them to make way," said Mingjian.
His master had been fighting on the battlefield, outsmarting those old foxes, cracking a corruption case that shocked the entire court, and alone demoted the ranks of more than ten officials back to the Capital—such a feat shouldn’t require him to yield the path to these ones lounging in the Capital, soaked in luxury.
But before he could act, the opposite carriage voluntarily retreated to the roadside.
"Consider them sensible." Mingjian smirked coldly.
Lu Ziyuan glanced at him, his gaze was faint, yet instantly silencing Mingjian who was about to speak more.
As they passed by the carriage, Lu Ziyuan’s eyes suddenly looked over, his cold gaze seemingly able to penetrate the curtain to discern the scene within.
Those two—what are they doing inside at this moment.
The image of the young girl’s tender lips flashed in his mind, his throat faintly tightening, "Send Pei Yuqing an invitation, ask him to meet at Cuiyun Pavilion at noon three days later."
Months passed without seeing her, Lu Ziyuan had long regretted.
He regretted not holding her tightly on that day in the villa, declaring his claim.
Regardless of who came, he should have kept her.
Being indecisive and hesitant wasn’t his style.
He could never become the restrained and courteous gentleman, if he didn’t fight, she would never return.
That girl is ruthless to the core; the more he exposed his feelings, let her understand her importance, the more she would exploit his emotions with others and never glance back at him.
Mingjian answered in a low voice.
In that moment, as if driven by some divine force, he understood a bit of his master’s intention in bringing that woman back from afar.
