Chapter Five: Madam Wang’s Enduring Charm-Eu sou um tolo, que más intenções poderia ter?(Pena de ganso selvagem batata-doce)

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Xue Yuan, accompanied by Jian Qi, continued deeper inside. Seizing the opportunity, he planned to deal with all the servants in the mansion first, so he wouldn’t have to endure any more humiliation later on.

The prince’s manor was vast—seven courtyards deep, with over a hundred rooms. Everywhere they passed, richly carved beams and painted rafters adorned the buildings. Every courtyard bloomed with clusters of flowers, and artificial hills, ponds, pavilions, waterside terraces, and towers were everywhere.

Such opulence, yet he himself was confined to a dilapidated room less than twenty square meters, while the steward and the princess consort lived in the main hall. The thought made Xue Yuan’s blood boil.

Along the way, Jian Qi dispatched two careless guards who had dared to provoke them. They finally arrived at the manor’s central courtyard.

There, they happened upon an elderly man with a white beard stepping out of the main hall. Xue Yuan recognized him as Zhao Huaichun, the renowned “Ningzhou’s Greatest Physician.”

He approached and asked, “Doctor, doctor, who are you attending to?”

Zhao Huaichun replied, “I’m treating Steward Qian’s injuries.”

“Oh? How severe are they?”

“Other than some minor wounds, the injury to his groin is quite serious.”

Zhao Huaichun sighed deeply, but soon a trace of pride crossed his face. “Fortunately, I applied a unique secret ointment. As long as he refrains from any sexual activity or related thoughts for seven days, he should recover about seventy to eighty percent.”

Xue Yuan grew instantly displeased. Seventy to eighty percent recovery was unacceptable—it should be seventy to eighty percent worse!

No, he had to teach Steward Qian another lesson… but who should do it?

Ah, yes—the princess consort Wang still possessed her charm!

He immediately told Jian Qi, “Let’s go to the laundry bureau. I want to find someone named Wang Ma.”

Among the manor’s older female servants, those who attended to the family were well remembered by the original owner. But Wang Ma was a blank in his memory—he guessed she worked in the laundry bureau.

Arriving at the laundry courtyard, they saw a woman in her sixties bargaining with a cloth shop clerk.

The old woman, missing several teeth, spat and shouted, “Are you blind? Do you know what material this is? Top-quality silk satin, straight from the prince’s manor! Only twenty taels for a piece—are you trying to cheat a beggar?”

Xue Yuan’s eyes fell on the robe—it was his own. So that was why all his clothes were sold off! No wonder he only had a few tattered garments to wear all year round.

The old woman was Zhou Yingying, the elder sister-in-law of Qian Zhongxian.

Seeing Xue Yuan enter, she was not the least bit flustered. Instead, she grabbed him roughly and said to the clerk, “Come here! This is the prince! You ask him yourself—is this the robe he wore? Was it custom-made at Ningzhou’s Rui Ji?”

Xue Yuan was stunned. Selling his clothes behind his back was bad enough, but making him personally confirm it was too much!

Zhou Yingying, seeing his silence, yanked him harder and scolded, “Speak! Are you mute? Tell him if this is your clothing!”

Xue Yuan’s fury exploded. Did he ever tolerate her insolence?

Without hesitation, he swung his arm and slapped Zhou Yingying hard across the face.

“Smack!”

She staggered and fell, blood spurting from her mouth as a tooth flew out, leaving her stunned for a long moment.

Xue Yuan smiled mischievously, “You’re so naughty! You don’t even salute me when you see me and you dare to hit me!”

Zhou Yingying was unaccustomed to such treatment. She jumped up, clutching her face, and cursed, “You idiot! How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am in the steward’s household?”

Apparently, she hadn’t heard about Qian Zhongxian’s beating—likely because he hid the news out of shame.

She raised her hand to slap Xue Yuan again, but Jian Qi swiftly flashed forward, grasped her wrist, and with a sharp crack, broke it at a right angle. Pale bone protruded through the skin—a grisly sight.

Everyone in the laundry bureau turned pale with fright. The clerk begged for mercy and fled at once.

Zhou Yingying writhed in pain on the ground, cold sweat pouring down, stammering, “Y-you… you…”

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She never imagined this fool would resist, and bring along such a formidable expert!

Jian Qi asked Xue Yuan, “She committed insubordination, punishable by death. How do you wish to proceed?”

Xue Yuan shook his head vigorously, feigning innocence. “My mother taught me never to kill recklessly. That would make me a cruel villain. Let’s just punish her like I would be—three days locked in the firewood room.”

Yes, death would be too kind. A broken wrist and three days in the firewood room—whether from pain or infection, it would be enough.

Jian Qi then ordered two laundry women nearby, “Lock her in the firewood room. Anyone who lets her out will die.”

The women dared not disobey. They dragged Zhou Yingying away, locked her inside, and handed the key to Jian Qi.

Xue Yuan said no more and entered the laundry room, where five or six women were washing clothes.

His gaze quickly fixed on a woman at the farthest end.

She appeared to be about thirty-five or thirty-six, dressed in coarse blue cloth that could not conceal her curvaceous figure. Her face was bare, yet her skin was fair, her nose straight, and her phoenix-like eyes radiated an elusive charm.

She bent over washing, strands of hair clinging to lips as red as cherries. Despite the disheveled look, she seemed exquisitely vulnerable, stirring a man’s protective instincts.

Xue Yuan was certain this was “Wang Ma”—no need to ask; his eyes were his measure.

As he stared at her, a line of words appeared above her head:

Xue Yuan ignored the last tag—for now.

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