Night of the Divorce! A Proud Lady Was Forced to Marry the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 226:I Want to Marry King Cheng

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Yue Er, who was outside the door, heard the commotion inside and called out in a soft voice.

“I’m awake. Come in.

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s voice, Yue Er opened the door and placed the hot water she was holding on a shelf. With a smile, she approached Jiang Peihuan, “Did Eldest Miss sleep well last night?”

“Yes.”

“Ever since this heavy snow began, I’ve been sleeping later and later each day.”

“That’s good. You usually wake up early, Eldest Miss. Now, it’s a perfect time for you to rest.”

Hearing Yue Er’s words, Jiang Peihuan smiled without commenting.

Just as she had finished freshening up, Lu Er burst into the room in a fluster. Seeing her in such a state, Yue Er frowned, “Lu Er, what’s the matter?”

Seeing the look in Yue Er’s eyes, Lu Er paused before apologizing to Jiang Peihuan, “Miss, I’m sorry, I…”

“What happened?”

Without waiting for Lu Er to finish speaking, Jiang Peihuan interrupted her softly.

She thought Lu Er would have learned from the previous incident, but in such a short span of time, Lu Er had reverted to her old ways. Jiang Peihuan felt a touch of helplessness.

Realizing her lapse, Lu Er said urgently, “Princess Zhuo Ma from the Grassland tribe has come, specifically asking to see you.”

“Princess Zhuo Ma?”

Seeing Lu Er nod, surprise filled Jiang Peihuan’s eyes.

In her past life, Princess Zhuo Ma never visited the Qi Kingdom. But in this life, many things seemed different from before.

Lost in her thoughts, Jiang Peihuan suddenly heard fighting noises outside. With a frown, she headed out.

Frowning, Jian Peihuan walked out directly.

In the courtyard,

Zhuo Ma dodged a sword thrust from Ye Xiao. Her horsewhip lashed towards Ye Xiao’s face, “You dare to stop me, wretch?”

Jiang Peihuan, who had just stepped out, heard Zhuo Ma’s words and her expression instantly turned icy.

“Ye Xiao, stand down.”

Hearing Jiang Peihuan’s voice, Ye Xiao immediately retreated to the side.

However, at this moment, Zhuo Ma’s eyes revealed a hint of gloominess. With a flip of her wrist, the horsewhip in her hand whipped Ye Xiao’s back.

Jiang Peihuan’s eyes turned cold when she saw this.

Reaching for her waist, Jiang Peihuan swung the long black whip in her hand.

Her whip entangled Zhuo Ma’s, yanking it from her grasp. Tossing Zhuo Ma’s whip aside, Jiang Peihuan retracted her own, her gaze cold as ice, “Princess Zhuo Ma, is it appropriate for you to come to my courtyard and attack my people so early in the morning?”

Zhuo Ma didn’t respond immediately, instead sizing up Jiang Peihuan. The night before, she’d learned that Xiao Nanye was not yet married, but did have a fiancee—Jiang Peihuan. Zhuo Ma assessed Jiang Peihuan’s features, and a hint of jealousy crept into her eyes.

“I just wanted to speak with Miss Jiang. I didn’t expect your servant to block my way. 1 lost my temper. Please forgive me.”

Seeing Zhuoma’s sudden change in demeanor, Jiang Peihuan’s brow furrowed.

Zhuo Ma awaited a reply, but when none came, she stepped forward, “I’d like to explore the capital. Miss Jiang, I’m new to the Qi Kingdom and don’t know anyone here. Why don’t you show me around?”

She added, “By the way, the Emperor of Qi has agreed to this.”

Hearing Zhuo Ma’s words, Jiang Peihuan hesitated briefly before nodding, “Very well.”

An hour later, Jiang Peihuan and Zhuo Ma walked to the entrance of the General’s Mansion together.

Just as Jiang Peihuan was about to board the carriage, she was stopped by Zhuo Ma.

Meeting her puzzled gaze, Zhuo Ma said with a meaningful smile, “Miss Jiang, as you may know, I grew up on the grasslands. Women of the grasslands are accustomed to horse riding.”

“I’m not used to sitting in this carriage. Why don’t you ride with me?”

When she came, Zhuo Ma had asked around. Most young ladies in the capital were delicate and frail. Looking at Jiang Peihuan, she seemed gentle and fragile.

She didn’t believe Jiang Peihuan could ride a horse in such cold weather.

However, what unfolded before her eyes left Zhuo Ma stunned.

“Well, as the princess wishes.”

Upon hearing Zhuo Ma’s words, Jiang Peihuan nodded and then whistled sharply with her fingers to her lips. Soon, the sound of galloping hooves approached.

Lie Feng ran directly to Jiang Peihuan. Gently patting its head, she mounted the horse with ease.

Seeing Jian Peihuan’s agile movements, Zhuo Ma was stunned.

This wasn’t what she had anticipated.

Not only was Jiang Peihuan skilled, but both Ye Xiao and Yue Er also displayed agility.

Witnessing this, Zhuo Ma couldn’t hold back any longer, “Weren’t the women of the capital said to be frail? Then why are you…?”

“While many ladies in the capital may be delicate, my family hails from a military background. 1 grew up in a military camp. Therefore, for me, riding and archery are as common as daily meals.”

Hearing this, Zhuo Ma shut her mouth, not wanting to utter another word.

The group rode their horses towards the city.

Upon reaching a street food stall at the city entrance, Jiang Peihuan stopped.

Following her lead, Zhuo Ma dismounted and, taking in the scene, her eyes showed a hint of curiosity.

Still, she asked with some displeasure, “Is this where you brought me?”

“I’m hungry. I want to eat something first.”

Having said that, Jiang Peihuan sat down at a nearby dumpling stall.

Turning to Zhuo Ma, she softly inquired, “Would the princess like some?”

Zhuo Ma instinctively wanted to decline. However, as the stall owner lifted the lid off the pot, the aromatic scent reached her nostrils. Her initial refusal turned into, “Since you’re eating, I’ll join you.”

“Boss, six bowls of dumplings.”

Considering the two maids accompanying Princess Zhuo Ma, Jiang Peihuan ordered six bowls in total.

Both Zhuo Ma and Jiang Peihuan sat at the same table.

After finishing their meal, Zhuo Ma felt a slight lift in her mood. But recalling her purpose for meeting Jiang Peihuan, her smile faded.

As Jiang Peihuan was about to stand up, Zhuo Ma spoke, “Jiang Peihuan?”

Hearing Zhuo Ma’s voice, Jiang Peihuan turned to look at her.

“Jiang Peihuan, I want to marry King Cheng.”

Meeting Jiang Peihuan’s gaze, Zhuo Ma spoke directly.

Hearing this, surprise flashed in Jiang Peihuan’s eyes, but it quickly vanished..