In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1376 - 12 Jealousy (12)

Chapter 1376: Chapter 12 Jealousy (12)

"After watching the play for so long, you have nothing to say?"

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared behind him.

"Mutual feelings; haven’t you also hidden here to watch a grand play?"

Prince Wei didn’t turn around but chuckled coldly, "My dear Princess Consort, don’t tell me that this brilliant play doesn’t include your masterpiece."

Princess Consort Wei, poised and graceful, stepped forward and stood behind him, looking at the fading figures of the three people, her eyes slightly squinting.

"What a pity, I really had nothing to do with this! However, from the previous interactions of the three, to say there weren’t any issues... that would be turning a blind eye. So, what devious idea do you have now?"

"What devious idea can I have?"

Prince Wei turned slightly, "His Majesty greatly appreciates this Miss Shuang’er, and the Empress herself loves her to her bones. Given this, I am naturally happy to offer a favor to the other party. After all, for me, saving this little thing is as easy as turning my hand. Fortunately, that Old Cheng and I have some connections, so I sold him a bit of face."

Prince Wei explained, seemingly sincerely yet insincerely.

"Don’t explain things to me. To explain is to disguise!"

The smile on the face of the Princess Consort disappeared, and her narrow eyes narrowed, "Don’t think I don’t understand the intricacies in your heart! Even if Qin Shuang’er carries the stigma of fleeing a marriage, and you go through great lengths to save her, you already have a Primary Consort. You want to marry her as a Secondary Consort, but I fear neither of the ladies above would agree."

Others might see the man before her as a harmless sheep. But how could she, his bedfellow, not know that this was not a mere sheep but rather a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

And moreover, a fierce wolf!

"How I conduct matters does not require your instruction! Don’t think that just because you are my Princess Consort, I will not take action against you. Remember, if you infuriate me, not just you, but even the Changsun family wouldn’t be able to protect you!"

Prince Wei clearly became truly angry, the blue tendons on his face jumped and jumped directly, no longer retaining his formerly handsome, refined appearance.

However, the Princess Consort obviously did not care about his anger, instead, she provocatively stepped forward two steps, almost standing flush against his body.

"Oh! Is this being furious out of embarrassment, resorting to using seniors to suppress me?"

She looked up defiantly at him, "Too bad, I won’t fall for your tricks! So, keep your fox’s tail hidden well, it’s best not to let anyone catch it. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not warning you, the person on the throne is not to be trifled with!"

Their eyes met, sparks flying!

Both sides wished they could devour each other, yet both had their concerns, wishing they could kill the other with their gazes.

"Just be a good Princess Consort and don’t meddle in things that shouldn’t concern you!"

Prince Wei conceded first, flicked his sleeve, turned, and was about to leave, then turned back, "It should be your responsibility right now! Didn’t you see Miss Shuang’er got injured and needs a doctor? Hurry up and go!"

The Princess Consort glared at him, unwilling to yield in the least.

Qin Shuang’er had twisted her ankle, and at the moment, the pain was severe; inattentively, Zhang Zhongding had carried her through half the garden.

As she sat in the parlor, waiting for the doctor to arrive, she gradually came to her senses.

Looking at Su Ke beside her, whose face was painted with utter darkness, she felt inexplicably guilty; the tears that had pooled in her eyes already began to stream down.

Next to her, Zhang Zhongding thought her pain from the foot was severe, continuously comforting her.

"Don’t cry, Shuang’er. It’s just a twisted ankle, just take good care and it will heal. If it really hurts too much, maybe I can take a look! I’ve practiced martial arts since childhood—horse stances, post stances, sparring; I’ve endured a lot of hardship and injuries, so this minor injury is nothing to me. Come..."

As he spoke, he bent down to lift Qin Shuang’er’s skirt hem.

"Don’t! — "

Qin Shuang’er screamed, startled, and quickly covered her skirt, crying even harder.

"Alright, alright, I won’t hit you!"

Zhang Zhongding hastily raised his hands to show innocence and explained, "Shuang’er, don’t be afraid, I promise to be gentle with my hands, and I won’t hurt you..."

"You bastard!"

With a roar, Su Ke could no longer hold back and lunged forward, throwing a punch straight at Zhang Zhongding’s cheek!

A flash of light flickered in the depths of Zhang Zhongding’s eyes as he took the punch head-on.

"Ah!"

The punch was solid; Zhang Zhongding fell to the ground, crying out in pain. But Su Ke was relentless, throwing himself forward and grappling with the other man.

Although Su Ke had learned martial arts from Su Pan’er as a child, he only ever learned half-heartedly and ultimately chose the scholarly path. Now facing Zhang Zhongding, he fought wildly, powered by sheer anger, and half of his punches missed their mark.

Was Zhang Zhongding someone who just sat there and took a beating?

The Zhang family relied on martial arts for their living, and he, with his solid foundation, naturally knew where a person’s weaknesses were. His moves were sneaky, aiming to inflict pain in areas that didn’t show external injuries.

Qin Shuang’er grew anxious!

Zhang Zhongding, tall and strong, and Su Ke, so much more frail—how could Su Ke be his match?

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but cry, quickly trying to intervene, "Stop fighting! Please, stop fighting... Oh!" She forgot about her own injury, and as she stepped forward to separate them, she immediately fell to the ground in pain.

"Shuang’er! Are you alright?"

"Shuang’er! Are you alright?"

The two fighting men cried out in unison, both stopping their hands, exchanging glances, and quickly turning their heads away.

Naturally, the fight couldn’t continue. Both let go and rushed to help Qin Shuang’er.

"You... stop fighting..."

Qin Shuang’er was so in pain that her face was covered with sweat, and she shook as she spoke.

Neither Zhang Zhongding nor Su Ke wanted to let go, each holding one side of her, they helped Qin Shuang’er to a chair.

After all this commotion, her already swollen ankle was even more injured.

"Shuang’er, are you okay? You can’t blame me, he was the first to start it, and I was forced to fight back. This isn’t my fault! Oh, oh! My face feels disfigured, and my chin, it hurts so much..."

Zhang Zhongding complained with a pitiful face, continuously crying out in pain.

His face bore quite a few scars; in addition to being punched by Su Ke, his chin had taken a hit, and his face was bruised in shades of blue and purple, looking especially pitiable.

In contrast, Su Ke’s face was completely clean, without a single external injury!

Angered, Su Ke covered his chest, coughing incessantly, feeling a burning sensation in his chest and struggling to speak for quite some time.

Qin Shuang’er didn’t speak, just crying nonstop.

Now, she didn’t know what to say, only silently looking at Su Ke, hoping he would speak.

"Ke’er..."

But Su Ke just stared daggers at Zhang Zhongding, coughing continuously, refusing to look at Shuang’er.

In this moment, he felt extremely ashamed and despondent, thinking that had he only practiced diligently with his elder sister in the past, he wouldn’t have had to endure such a passive beating today.