TFSRITA Chapter 168

Shi Yibin fell silent.

Zhang Zhong chimed in, “Let’s just go. Hide out for now. Ji-ge will be fine.”

“…Alright!”

The son of Marquis Pingwu and the Grand Princess, Ji Jiahun, married the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter just four days ago, yet two incidents had already turned into popular jokes in the capital.

The first: On his wedding night, the young marquis spent the night at the red-light district, only to have his bride barge in with a group to drag him back.

The second: The morning after the bride’s customary visit to her parents, she was seen dragging the young marquis back home by the ear, a sight that had everyone talking. He struggled to break free but failed miserably, looking utterly pathetic.

Why did the second incident happen?

Witnesses claimed that shortly after they left the house, several women were escorted out and sent to the red-light district. It seemed the young marquis had attempted some mischief, only to be caught in the act.

It was hard to decide whether to pity Ji Jiahun for his bad luck or sympathize with the Prime Minister’s daughter for having such an unruly husband.

To commoners, it was just a funny story, but for those with ulterior motives, it was a cause for celebration—like Yan Yue of the Prime Minister’s household.

That morning, after finishing her meditation, Yan Yue heard the story and couldn’t help smiling as she ate her breakfast.

“When did you hear about this?” she asked, barely able to suppress her glee.

She had always believed she had made the right decision. Any other man, constrained by the Prime Minister’s authority, would behave for a while. But this young marquis, with his reckless and audacious ways, cared for nothing, not even the Prime Minister.

The maid, knowing Yan Yue’s animosity toward Yan Qing, flattered her. “Just a moment ago. As soon as we heard, we came to report it to you.”

Yan Yue nodded with satisfaction, setting down her chopsticks with a smile. “Prepare a gift. We’re going to visit the oh-so-glorious legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister!”

Her malice was evident. To her, Yan Qing was nothing but a venomous woman who treated her poorly and seized every opportunity to make her life miserable. Now that the tables had turned, Yan Yue was eager to watch her rival’s downfall.

The maid quickly replied, “Yes, Miss.”

Knowing Yan Yue’s impatience, the maid moved swiftly, and they departed in no time.

By hurrying, they might just catch a glimpse of the humiliated Prime Minister’s daughter arguing furiously, abandoned by her unfaithful husband.

…

At the Grand Princess’s residence.

The gatekeeper relayed the message, and before long, Yan Yue was invited inside.

As a junior and an illegitimate daughter, Yan Yue didn’t warrant an appearance from the Grand Princess herself.

Instead, she was led straight to the courtyard belonging to Ji Jiahun and Yan Qing.

As she approached the door, Yan Yue heard a series of screams. Her smile faltered into something awkward.

Why did that sound like… a man?

Wasn’t her sister supposed to be wailing and heartbroken?

Keeping her expression pleasant, Yan Yue stepped inside.

The Grand Princess’s estate was far more luxurious than the Prime Minister’s. As she glanced around, Yan Yue felt a twinge of envy. This was far too good for Yan Qing.

Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out. “Do you understand now how to behave around those women?”

A panicked male voice replied, “Yes, yes! Please stop hitting me. I was wrong…”

Yan Yue’s smile froze. This… was her sister? She had no idea Yan Qing could be so fierce.

Unnerved, she quickened her pace, calling out warmly, “Sister, don’t be like this. Men will be men. A little indulgence is better than bringing concubines home…”

The word “better” died in her throat as she rounded the corner and saw the scene before her.

The once-pampered and seemingly delicate Yan Qing stood in a fiery red dress, her expression domineering and her eyes sharp as blades. Her stunning features burned like a flame, commanding attention and fear.

And under her heel?

The infamous, untouchable scoundrel Ji Jiahun was pinned to the ground, groaning in pain.

Yan Yue blinked hard, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Yes, that was Ji Jiahun.

This… this made no sense!

Where was the unruly playboy everyone feared? How was he reduced to this?

Yan Yue’s expression shifted from confusion to frustration, while Yan Qing remained indifferent. Pressing harder with her heel, she glared at Ji Jiahun. “Concubines, you say?”

Ji Jiahun’s face turned pale, panic replacing the last traces of defiance. “No! No! That’s a lie! I never said that!”

Furious, he turned to glare at the intruding Yan Yue. “Get out of here! Who do you think you are, stirring up trouble between me and my wife? Leave before I make you regret it!”

Yan Yue stumbled back instinctively under the force of his rage but stopped herself, her face flushed with humiliation.

Yan Qing, however, didn’t even glance at her. Calmly, she ordered, “Bring him some tea.”

Then she stepped off Ji Jiahun and waved to her servant. “Lock him in the study. He’s not to come out without my permission.”

Ji Jiahun, now sitting up, realized the culprit behind his current predicament. Glaring at the servant, he bellowed, “Traitor! You’re behind this!”

Yan Qing arched an eyebrow. “Hm?”

Ji Jiahun shrank back. “N-nothing. Help me up!”

Yan Qing had little to say to Yan Yue.

From the start, the two were rivals. The only difference now was who held the upper hand.