Chapter 1, Page 1

It happened to be August 8th, the birthday of Pei San.

Jiang Xinyue still remembered how deeply, madly, and crazily she loved Pei San. After learning his birthday, she had long planned to prepare a surprise for him, hoping he would come back early that evening.

Originally, she intended to get up early and cook a sumptuous meal, using the opportunity to persuade Pei San to drink some wine.

But who could have guessed that the night before, the man inexplicably grew unusually excited, pulling her along unwilling to sleep. The wooden bed in the room creaked all night long, only falling silent at dawn.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyue couldn’t help but clench her fists and pound the bed, cursing Pei San over and over in her mind.

Shameless! Vulgar! Brute!

There was not a single thing about Pei San that met her expectations!

Among the men she had encountered in the capital, even the uneducated scions of noble families managed to keep themselves well-mannered and could be called gentlemen. They knew how to gauge their interactions with young ladies, were charming and courteous, and would take the initiative to handle matters without being asked. Their conduct was impeccable in every way.

But Pei San was the complete opposite.

There was no such thing as “considerate” in Pei San’s life.

For example, the first time she followed him back, he flung her sideways onto a horse’s back and whipped the reins to gallop.

She had lived by the rules for over a decade, never appearing so undignified in public. When the taut reins brushed against her back, her face flushed from head to toe. Before she could protest, the galloping horse nearly shook her insides loose.

“Stop! Stop!” she cried.

Pei San frowned, pulling tight the stiff reins to halt the horse.

Jiang Xinyue slid off the horse with a thud, turning her face away as she began to vomit. She vomited so violently she wished she could empty her stomach completely.

Had it been one of the noble sons she knew, he would have politely turned away, summoned a maid to help her clean up, offered tea, changed her clothes, and tended to her with fragrant herbs and care.

She knew this remote place had no such luxuries, but a little concern would have been appreciated.

Instead, Pei San just stood nearby watching. When she couldn’t vomit anymore, he asked sternly, “Feeling better?”

She had been abducted, sold cheaply, and then bought back by Pei San who slaughtered an entire bandit camp before her eyes. She was emotionally shattered, like dried clay crumbling at the slightest touch. She dared not say she was okay, only weakly shook her head.

“That’s good enough,” Pei San said, scanning the dense forest. “It’s almost dark; it’ll be troublesome to descend the mountain now. Bear with it.”

Before she understood what she was supposed to endure, he took off his cloak, wrapped it tightly around her head and face, lifted her into his arms, mounted the horse, and rode off.

The sour, foul taste of vomit assaulted her inside the suffocating cloak. She was scared and aggrieved, tears streaming as she fainted upon dismounting.

She remembered this incident well, and although Pei San later showed her some kindness, she never grew fond of him.

What repelled her even more was Pei San’s vigorous and shameless energy in their intimate moments.

She didn’t know how other men behaved, but judging by most people’s words, they should be gentle and polite. At least, that was what she wanted. Two people deeply in love, naturally coming together—that would be perfect.

But Pei San was not like that.

Though he didn’t appear especially muscular at first glance, there was a solemnity about him. Once he took off his clothes, she saw no excess fat, only smooth and powerful muscles, especially in his legs, taut and beautifully curved, radiating vitality.

When all this energy was directed at her, it felt far from beautiful. He even liked to ask inappropriate questions, changing positions to inquire whether she liked it gentle or intense.

How could a young lady say such things!

Recalling the restless night, Jiang Xinyue woke up and buried her head into the pillow in despair. After some time, she raised her eyes blankly toward the scattered clothes.

She pursed her lips, got out of bed, and stepped over to the neatly placed embroidered shoes. She grabbed the clothes and found a package wrapped in oiled paper, her gaze fixed on it for a long time.

Inside the package was the sedative she had painstakingly obtained behind Pei San’s back. According to a little book boy, if mixed into the wine, the man would fall into a deep sleep within half an hour, unable to wake for two or three days.

Two or three days would be enough for her to ride to Qian County.

She had heard at Qing Shui Town that a group had arrived at Qian County looking for someone. The more she listened, the more she suspected it was Xu Yanli coming after her. Even if it wasn’t Xu Yanli, she wanted to try.

After all, she was still a lady of the Hou family, her maternal clan renowned. How could she resign herself to aging in this mountain hut like an ordinary peasant woman?

This was not her destined life.

Her delicate fingers clenched the package tightly. Finally, she took it with her as she left.

The small kitchen was on the east side of the main house. Upon entering, she saw a farmer’s stove.

The countertop was neatly cleaned, with spatulas, strainers, and brooms washed and placed orderly on a small wooden rack by the window. Nearby stood a large water barrel filled with clear water. Next to it was a low cabinet, and against the wall stacked a whole pile of chopped firewood. Above the wood hung four or five baskets.

Jiang Xinyue wasn’t quite sure what was inside the baskets, as she rarely touched them—at most, she added a few pieces of wood when Pei San cooked.

She thought cooking shouldn’t be too difficult and tried to imitate Pei San’s usual movements.

But after an hour, she sat silently looking at the four pitiful dishes beside the stove and the mess in the kitchen.

Something was wrong—Pei San’s cooking didn’t look complicated: just chopping and stir-frying. Why did her attempt look so different?

Looking at the blackened dishes on the table, the original ingredients unrecognizable, her face twisted in disgust. These were things Pei San would eat, but she felt embarrassed to even pick them up.

Just as she was about to throw it all away and try again, a woman’s sharp cry rang out from outside.

“Madam Pei! Madam Pei! Something’s happened!”

The loud voice startled her. She rubbed her fingers along the edge of the stove, the sting from the fire shooting up to her fingertips. She shivered and pulled her hand back.

Ignoring the pain, she hurried outside.

At the door, she saw a woman in a dull blue hemp dress, her face full of worry, peering into the yard beyond the fence.

When she saw someone come out, the woman sighed in relief and clapped her hands. “You better go talk some sense into your man. He’s at the Liu family’s place, locking Er Niu in a room and beating him. That howling—oh dear…”

Jiang Xinyue was baffled. “What’s going on? Didn’t he go into the mountains? How come he’s beating someone? Are you sure?”

Pei San’s temperament was hard to read.

He carried a strong aura of menace and was no stranger to violence—she had seen him slaughter a whole bandit camp.

But that group of mountain bandits were no good themselves, exploiting the terrain to wreak havoc, untouchable even by the authorities.

Besides them, Jiang Xinyue had never seen Pei San quarrel with anyone in the village. She even knew he helped some lonely villagers by selling wild game at a loss, spending more time hunting than earning.

“It’s complicated,” the woman, Aunt Hua, explained, her expression exaggerated as she gestured. “Apparently, there was some dispute over selling something to Er Niu. You didn’t see it—your man threw a punch, and Er Niu’s nose bled. Those cowards didn’t dare intervene; they just stood outside listening to the screams.”

As she finished, Aunt Hua grabbed Jiang Xinyue’s tender hand and rubbed it again.

“Tsk, so smooth. No wonder this young lady doesn’t do much around here, yet Pei San treats her like a treasure. I bet many girls in the village are green with envy.”

Jiang Xinyue was too focused on the matter of Pei San beating someone to notice Aunt Hua taking advantage of her. Her brow twitched nervously.

She had never done anything wrong, had rehearsed the day’s plans countless times in her mind, and yet this unexpected incident occurred.

She wished she could pray to every Buddha and Bodhisattva that this wouldn’t drag on too long. She had slipped the sedative into the wine secretly after all.

Thinking this, she walked toward Liu Er Niu’s house. From afar, she saw a crowd gathered in front of a shabby, low earthen house, trying to reason with the person inside.

“Pei San, don’t cause a serious accident. Aunt Liu can’t move well. If Er Niu gets hurt, how will she manage?”

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