CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: IN OUR THIRD HOUSEHOLD, MY WIFE IS THE STEWARD

Pei Shu’er also thought this bundle looked too suspicious.

Such a large piece of fabric, taking out rice and flour and other heavy items from inside, this fabric didn’t seem that sturdy.

Fortunately, Pei Shu’er found a few wheelbarrows in the mountain bandit’s warehouse, which were probably used by the bandits to transport goods.

Pei Shu’er unpacked the items in the bundle and placed them on several wheelbarrows.

Pushed by Zhang Chao, Lin Yu, and others.

With the wheelbarrows, Pei Shu’er’s subordinates took turns pushing, and it actually wasn’t that exhausting.

Everyone had a general look, and was then covered by Pei Shu’er again, causing those who had already made plans to clench their teeth in hatred.

These things, spread out, were still closely watched by several experts, and they temporarily had no way to deal with it.

Li Fugui originally wanted to take advantage of the confusion, but Pei Shu’er pulled this trick.

Now everyone had more or less some resources in hand, so no one was doing anything harmful to others without benefiting themselves.

He regretted it because he was thinking of stealing at night and therefore didn’t trade with Pei Shu’er. Now everything had been exchanged, and he deeply regretted it.

The people of the main house were the same, Pei Shu’er’s people wouldn’t give them any good things.

Aunt Lin cried with pear blossom tears, "Why is Shu’er so heartless? Seventy or eighty government officers can eat for free, but we of the Tang Family, who have broken bones and tendons tied, aren’t given even a bite to eat. It’s too cold-blooded."

"Those things, she’d rather trade them with others than give them to our main house. Shu’er is really heartless."

Seeing Aunt Lin mentioning this again and thinking of Pei Shu’er’s vengeful nature, with so many things in her hands, what if she didn’t trade with them?

Everyone couldn’t help but sit a bit farther away.

Not caring at other times, now that Pei Shu’er had many supplies and was willing to trade with everyone, they couldn’t afford to offend her.

Aunt Lin originally thought everyone would join in the conversation, thereby suppressing Pei Shu’er with public opinion, forcing her to give or exchange things willingly.

Seeing everyone’s response now, her eyes couldn’t help but widen.

This was completely different from before.

She knew she wasn’t extraordinarily beautiful, but as long as she cried, men would pity her and surely stand by her without discerning right from wrong.

But now, no one!

Not only didn’t anyone come to comfort her or give her some food, they even avoided her like the plague!

Thinking of this, Aunt Lin began to panic, instinctively gripping Tang Qingrou’s hand.

Her trump card had failed...

Tang Qingrou’s palm was also sweaty, and the atmosphere with the main house became particularly silent.

Aunt Lin looked towards the always silent Tang Zan. She remembered that this Young Master never liked Pei Shu’er’s involvement with the Third Prince from the start.

So maybe now she could start with Tang Zan and have him trouble Pei Shu’er.

Tang Zan, this child, always upheld etiquette and was raised as an heir, so he would definitely follow these etiquettes.

Maybe he’d even scold Pei Shu’er, forcing her to give things to their main house.

Thinking of this, she slightly regretted it; she should have approached Tang Zan earlier, when the braised pork was ready. Who knows, she might have had a sumptuous meal.

However, it’s not too late now. The third house still has delicious food.

Thinking of this, she swayed her serpent-like waist, slowly walking towards Tang Zan...

Tang Zan felt the moonlight being blocked and looked up, seeing Aunt Lin with tearful eyes.

Tang Zan said, "What is it?"

His voice carried a chill, his dark eyes full of impatience.

Pei Shu’er glanced at him and realized she understood Tang Zan’s underlying message.

This brat probably wanted to say "Get lost," right?

Aunt Lin cried even more pitifully. After sobbing for a long time, she finally stated her purpose when Tang Zan began to lose patience.

Her voice was so weak that only Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan could hear.

"Zan’er, you can’t write ’Tang’ twice with one stroke. Isn’t Shu’er going too far? You’ve always been in charge of the third house, you should say something to her, can’t let her continue without knowing boundaries."

Seeing Tang Zan expressionless, Aunt Lin gritted her teeth and added fuel to the fire.

"At this rate, she might just ride over you! By then, no one in the Tang Family will be able to control her."

Tang Zan patiently listened to Aunt Lin’s words, feeling no emotions ripple in his heart.

"Aunt Lin, my wife always acts within bounds. Our third house is currently managed by my wife, and I have full confidence in her."

Tang Zan referred to Pei Shu’er as "wife" twice, right in front of Pei Shu’er.

And recalling that Pei Shu’er had passionately said she would divorce as soon as they reached the exile destination.

Moreover, hadn’t she always referred to herself as "Miss Pei" before?

Then he called Pei Shu’er "wife."

He imagined Pei Shu’er’s agitated face, and a wicked grin curled up on his lips.

Pei Shu’er paused in her mat weaving. She had assumed Tang Zan would turn around and scold her.

After all, Tang Zan disliked her, and with his vindictive nature, he would surely take every chance to get back at her.

Moreover, what Aunt Lin said truly strikes the heart of ancient men.

But she hadn’t expected Tang Zan to turn around to defend her.

And not just defend—completely defend!

Aunt Lin was stunned, how could this be!

How could Tang Zan defend Pei Shu’er and say something like this, wasn’t that essentially saying he was afraid of his wife?

Yet Tang Zan was afraid, but in a straightforward manner!

Aunt Lin frowned, "Zan’er, that girl Pei Shu’er shouldn’t be indulged like this. Did you forget about her and the Third Prince..."

Aunt Lin sensed the air pressure around her dropping; she shivered, not realizing there should be wind.

"It’s not necessary to trouble Aunt Lin with how well our third house lives."

"Aunt Lin really is kind-hearted; with how hard the main house is having it, she’s still thinking about our third house’s matters. I thank you on behalf of the third house."

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Lin’s face turned pale.

It was the first time she knew Tang Zan could be this cutting with his words.

This kind of apparent praise hidden inside harsh words, suggesting their main house was living so poorly, who are they to meddle in the affairs of the third house.

In more blunt terms, it meant: whether as a concubine or another house, what position do you have to interfere in the third house’s domestic affairs?

Aunt Lin wobbled for a long time, finally managing to stand firm.

She felt she couldn’t stay here any longer.

She came seeking Tang Zan to suppress Pei Shu’er, but ended up being rendered speechless by him.

Pei Shu’er also had nothing to say. From her long-standing observation of Tang Zan, she knew this major antagonist was now angry.

She wasn’t foolish enough to run into the line of fire.

So until it was time to sleep at night, Pei Shu’er hadn’t said a single word to Tang Zan.

Tang Zan looked at the two-meter distance, with Tang Shuo on the left and Tang Qinghuan on the right, sleeping soundly.

He grinded his back molars, then took a deep breath.

He thought that being angry with Pei Shu’er made him feel like a fool.

What’s crucial, is that this anger was baseless.

Her affair with the Third Prince, he wasn’t the only one who knew.

The entire exiled convoy knew.

Pei Shu’er admired the Third Prince.

She admired him intensely.

He tossed and turned on his mat, unable to sleep, his heart filled with irritation, wanting to kill someone.

Finally, he had to dejectedly admit that because Pei Shu’er wasn’t sleeping beside him, he couldn’t sleep.

Except for the first night, during the following nights, with Pei Shu’er in his embrace, he slept more soundly.

He had already gotten used to having Pei Shu’er sleep beside him—her body warmth, her body fragrance.

When his eyes were familiar and closed, it was that fresh-faced Pei Shu’er.

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