Xie Rutang enters Pei Zhiheng's dream

Su Yao stayed in the room for about half an hour before leaving.

Seeing Pei Zhiheng sitting upright in his official hat chair, he had only exchanged a few words with Su Yao that day.

He only gave a brief answer because Su Yao asked him about the meaning and principles of the article; otherwise, he said nothing more.

With such a bland and rigid personality, how could any girl possibly like him in the future?

Madam Pei frowned, so angry that she didn't even drink a drop of the strong tea beside her, which had gone cold.

As soon as Su Yao left, Pei's mother said without further ado, "Yao Niang is your fiancée. Why did you only give her the cold shoulder when she came here?"

The old woman next to her glanced at her. Actually, the Second Master didn't seem to be giving her a cold look. He's always been like this.

Pei Zhiheng frowned, his expression indifferent. "She's not his fiancée yet."

Pei's mother was exasperated. "Won't it be fine in a few days?"

"When I asked you about it, you were the one who agreed."

But it seems that for Pei Zhiheng, who he marries in the future is an insignificant matter.

The man casually fiddled with the teacup beside him, making it impossible for Pei's mother to discern his emotions.

It was precisely because of his nature, as cold and emotionless as grass and stone, that Pei's mother chose Su Yao in the first place.

Su Yao is a refined young lady, bright and generous, with a lively and lovely personality. What man wouldn't like her?

Pei's mother's gaze fell on him, intending to probe his opinion of Su Yao, but her gaze inadvertently swept downwards, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

In the past, Pei Zhiheng always wore that black jade pendant on his waist. It was made by craftsmen at the joint request of the Shen and Pei families. It was a blessed personal item that he never took off, whether he was attending court or sitting at home.

But today the man was dressed in a plain white brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and the jade pendant was nowhere to be found.

Madam Pei frowned slightly, but didn't suspect he had lost the jade pendant. "Yuanzhi, where's the jade pendant on your waist? You never took it off..."

Pei Zhiheng's voice was steady as he gently tapped the teacup with his well-defined knuckles. "It's off."

"It disappeared after I changed my clothes a couple of days ago. I suppose the maid packed up the clothes and just put it away."

Instead of relaxing, Pei's mother's brows furrowed even more.

That jade pendant was no ordinary object; it had been with him since his youth, and he cherished it dearly. How could he have taken it off for no reason?

Neither the Shen nor the Pei families would agree!

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Madam Pei couldn't help but instruct, "Have the maids find it quickly! What if they just leave it lying around and we can't find it anymore?"

"Back then, the master specifically instructed that you must wear this jade pendant on your body every day and never let it leave your side."

Under his mother's earnest instructions, Pei Zhiheng finished his cup of mountain mist tea. "I understand. I will find it tomorrow."

Only then did Mother Pei breathe a slight sigh of relief.

After he finished drinking, he asked the maid to refill his tea.

Soon a beautiful maidservant approached. She was pretty and delicate, with a small, plain pearl flower in her hair. She leaned over to pour tea, her light pink dress brushing gently against his side.

As she looked up, she was caught off guard by Pei Zhiheng's deep and calm eyes, and a faint blush rose on the maid's cheeks.

Her voice was sweet and delicate as she said, "Second Master, please have some tea."

Pei Zhiheng noticed that the maid's eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to those of the Shen family's daughter-in-law.

It reminded him of Xie Rutang.

He hadn't thought of her for several days.

He could detach himself from his emotions very quickly. As a son of a noble family, he was born with the ability to control his attention and quickly withdraw from anything, suppressing it so that he would never let mundane thoughts surface in his mind again.

This maid only resembles Xie Rutang in her eyebrows and eyes; everything else is different. She lacks Xie Rutang's gentle and delicate charm, and her other features are unremarkable, devoid of any spirit.

But it still reminded him of Shen's wife.

Pei Zhiheng frowned, and after the maid left, he placed his fingers on the table, "Have the concubines that Mother previously selected for me been properly settled?"

Madam Pei was taken aback, completely unprepared for him to bring up this matter suddenly.

She had thought that Yuanzhi was indifferent and didn't care about matters between men and women, and never took the initiative to mention matters between the women of the inner quarters. But it turned out that he still remembered this matter.

However, she would panic if Yuanzhi didn't have any requirements regarding this matter, as she had always been afraid that her son would like men.

Madam Pei composed herself, suppressing a hint of surprise in her eyes, and slowly said, "The person has already been settled in the west courtyard, with everything prepared for them, just waiting for your instructions."

"Mother, arrange for one to be sent to my room tonight. I'm away on business all year round, and I need someone to take care of me when I come home."

The man's expression was so indifferent that it seemed as if he were merely discussing a routine official matter.

Although she didn't know why he suddenly relented, Pei's mother's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for many years, finally settled down a little.

A look of satisfaction crossed her face. "Alright, alright, Mother will go and choose one now."

She'll go to the west courtyard to pick people later.

"Your subject must go to the palace to meet the Emperor, so I must take my leave now."

Pei Zhiheng bowed and left.

As soon as he stepped out of Cihetang, his calm and composed face suddenly darkened, and he reached out and gripped the door frame tightly with his large hand.

These past few nights, even though he forced himself to suppress his thoughts during the day and restrain himself from thinking about them, Xie Rutang would still come to him in his dreams in the dead of night.

He just needs to summon a plump and considerate concubine to serve him, and he'll never forget Xie Rutang.

He holds a high position and should not fall in love with anyone.

He wouldn't do that to Xie Rutang either.

From then on, her affairs in the Shen family were no longer her concern.

On the other side, in the west courtyard at night.

The chosen concubine was named Wenqin.

The concubines each had their own unique beauty, but Wenqin was the only one with fair skin and a plump, full figure. She looked very fortunate, and the nanny beside Pei's mother took a liking to her at first sight.

"You're the one! Your physique is perfect for recuperation. Go and serve the master well tonight!"

Everyone else cast envious, jealous, and resentful glances, their eyes filled with confusion.

How could the young and handsome Master Pei have such poor taste, only having a taste for plumpness?

Wenqin never expected to be chosen. It was like stepping in dog poop. Her heart skipped a beat. She was both surprised and delighted, and her face instantly turned red.

She had seen Pei Zhiheng with her own eyes; with such a handsome face, could she really have a one-night stand with him?

She busied herself washing herself tonight, and the nanny stuffed a brightly colored silk dress into her clothes. The nanny also applied fragrant ointment to her wrists, body, and chest.

"Come with me quickly, don't keep the Second Master waiting."

Wenqin clutched her handkerchief tightly, her heart pounding, and followed behind the lantern-carrying maid, lifting her skirt.

Meixue Residence is very quiet and elegantly decorated with valuable ornaments and vases.

Wenqin cautiously entered and saw a man sitting on a chair. His figure in the night was radiant and elegant. She dared not look closely and knelt down directly. All she could see were a pair of dark blue boots on the ground.

As soon as she entered, Pei Zhiheng frowned abruptly.

The air was filled with the extremely vulgar and tasteless scent of women's cosmetics.

Looking at Wenqin on the ground again, although she was plump, she was like a wet nurse in the countryside, with a thick waist like a water bucket. Unlike Xie Rutang, who only had a few ounces of flesh on her chest and could only feel soft flesh when her large hands pinched her waist, Wenqin was extremely slender in the right places.

Wen Qin entered the room, and before she could even touch Pei Zhiheng's sleeve, she heard the man above her say fiercely, "Get out!"

She turned pale with fright and hurriedly ran away.

She didn't know why the Second Master, who had been so gentle and refined just moments before, had suddenly become so enraged, his face dark and gloomy.