Volume 1, Chapter 3: Then Destroy Her

At noon, the warm sun shone brightly. The frost formed by last night’s heavy snow gradually melted. Icicles turned into droplets that fell from the eaves, striking the bluestone slabs below with crisp, melodious sounds.

Within the Marquis of Grace’s residence, Ning Rongsheng quietly entered the Lanxi Courtyard through the back door. If his mother saw the wounds on his body, it would surely cause an uproar; it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Reflecting on Xie Shu’s recent behavior, Ning Rongsheng sensed something was amiss, yet he could find no clear reason.

“Enough, I’ll leave her be for a couple of days. Besides me, who else in the capital would pay her any mind now?” Ning Rongsheng loosened his outer robe, revealing a large bloodstain spreading across his shoulder. He half-removed his inner garment, exposing a bleeding wound, and instructed, “Xiao Jiu’er, fetch the wound medicine.”

Xiao Jiu’er had served in the household since childhood and was exceptionally reliable. Hearing Ning Rongsheng’s order, he immediately understood that the injury’s cause was suspicious. He had intended to suggest calling a doctor but stopped upon seeing Ning Rongsheng’s darkened expression.

“Ah, here it is.” Xiao Jiu’er rummaged through the medicine box and hurried over with a small white porcelain bottle. Concerned, he warned, “Young Master, this medicine stings a bit; please endure it.”

Though forewarned, as the medicine touched the wound, intense pain made Ning Rongsheng grit his teeth and gasp sharply, “Hiss—”

“Damn it!” Overwhelmed by pain, Ning Rongsheng instinctively slapped Xiao Jiu’er.

“Young Master, please calm down—this is my fault. Don’t be angry. The wound still needs bandaging,” Xiao Jiu’er knelt, begging for forgiveness. “Once the bandage is on, you can punish me however you like.”

“Hmph.” Ning Rongsheng withdrew his hand and sat back down, allowing Xiao Jiu’er to tend to the wound.

Just as the dressing was finished and before Ning Rongsheng could change into fresh clothes, a hurried voice came from outside.

“Young Master, you must come quickly! Madam is about to faint from anger!”

“What’s going on?” Ning Rongsheng turned, halting Xiao Jiu’er, who was helping him dress, and stood aside.

The young servant replied hastily, “It’s Miss Xie from the General Zhenyuan’s mansion… She’s standing at the door of the Marquis of Grace’s residence, insisting that the Young Master dishonored her and demanding an explanation!”

With each word, Ning Rongsheng’s face darkened.

Had Xie Shu truly lost her mind?

First, she tried to kill him; now she was accusing him falsely?

Even the most tolerant Ning Rongsheng had lost his temper at this point. The freshly bandaged wound throbbed again, and he cursed harshly, “Wretched woman, what madness is this!”

Still wearing his bloodstained inner garment, Ning Rongsheng hastily threw on a clean outer robe, loosely tied his belt, and rushed toward the mansion’s entrance.

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