"Qi Jinghao, you werenât like this before. When I had stomach pains, you would express concern and care for me even if I was just a bit uncomfortable. Thatâs why I even sacrificed my reputation to become your concubine... If my grandfather were alive, heâd probably be furious enough to jump out of his grave." Peng Jing spoke, tears of grievance streaming down her face, but she quickly wiped them away. "I donât care, I care about how nice you were to me. But itâs only been a few months, and youâve changed as if youâre a different person... This is your true face, isnât it? Youâre so hypocritical!"
Qi Jinghao furrowed his brow deeply: "What did you say?" His eyes even flashed with a hint of murderous intent.
Peng Jing instinctively took a step back, but the stubbornness in her bones kept her head held high: "I said youâre hypocritical, so what? Are you angry now? Want to kill me? Then go ahead, if I back down, I wouldnât be a Peng Family member, it would be a disgrace to my grandfatherâs death..." she said as she took two steps forward.
"Do you think I wonât dare?" Qi Jinghao reached out and grabbed Peng Jingâs neck.
"Try it then." Peng Jing sneered coldly. "Anyway, I told Yang Ruxin that you never really liked me, you probably had a motive for marrying me. I begged her, if one day I die, I asked her to clear my name..." She paused, "Although I had conflicts with her, sheâs the type to stand up for whatâs right. She admired my grandfather. Back then at the border, it was her man who desperately saved me, even if she loathes me, she wonât just sit back and watch..."
Qi Jinghao was momentarily at a loss, but the strength in his hand increased.
"If you kill me now, itâll show people your ambition, reveal your true face." Peng Jing struggled to breathe, but she didnât lower her head. "Donât you like Yang Ruxin? Then let her see... see your hypocrisy..." She hadnât finished speaking before she was thrown forcefully to the ground by him.
Peng Jing lay on the ground, coughing violently, but soon she raised her head and glared fiercely at him.
Qi Jinghao turned and walked away.
Peng Jing simply lay on the ground and began to wail loudly.
Qi Jinghao stopped at the door, sighed slightly, and then turned back to help Peng Jing up: "Why are you so stubborn?"
Peng Jing continued crying, hiccupping as she did.
"Iâve had many things troubling me lately, my mood hasnât been good naturally, but why do you insist on provoking me?" Qi Jinghao pulled her into his arms, "I know youâre aggrieved, but can you not act recklessly?"
Peng Jing was still crying, but her sobs had quieted down.
"Yang Ruxin was granted the title of Third-rank Madam Ruyi by the Emperor. Yet you immediately offended her completely..." Qi Jinghao stroked Peng Jingâs back. "If I donât put on a show, if she decides to act, do you think I, Wang Neng, can protect you?"
Peng Jing stopped crying altogether.
"You can call me hypocritical, say whatever you want, but I never want you to get hurt..."
"Enough, I understand." Peng Jing shook her head urgently, "I was wrong..."
Qi Jinghao smiled, lifted her chin with his hand: "I was too impatient too, Iâm sorry..." He said, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Soon, the two of them moved into the bedroom, and quickly the sounds of heavy breathing and heartbeats filled the air, causing blushes and excitement.