Chapter 162 The Prodigal Son 1 (1/2)

"Xi'er, rest assured, when I pass the imperial examination with top honors and my name is on the golden list, that will be the day our hardships finally come to an end! I, Pei Ziqing, hereby swear that I will welcome you into my home with the most magnificent phoenix coronet and embroidered robes! Let the whole capital see what a virtuous and intelligent wife I, Pei Ziqing, am..."

The voice, warm and tender, with just the right amount of magnetic charm that could melt a person's bones, drifted clearly into Zi Xi's ears from outside the greasy and noisy kitchen back door.

Every word in this passage is like it's coated with ten pounds of honey, so sweet it's cloying and sickeningly sweet.

Having just woken up by the stove, with her head still buzzing and no memories of the original owner, Zi Xi was jolted awake by this sickeningly sweet PUA rhetoric.

Who dares to use PUA tactics on her?

She looked around and blinked blankly.

who is she?

Where is she?

Is this the kitchen?

And who is reciting outdated scumbag lines?

And you read it so slickly?

But almost instinctively, Zi Xi's gaze, like a precise radar, instantly locked onto the contents of the ebony basin in the corner.

The basin was filled with garbage, and a pungent smell of earth and the sour odor of rotting vegetables wafted out.

Good heavens, this is a basin of vegetable washing water of biological weapon quality!

Then don't blame her for being ruthless!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zi Xi stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the basin, which was still covered with suspicious black grease, with both hands using a rag.

She took a deep breath, strained her waist and abdomen, and suddenly lifted the basin of murky liquid that contained the essence of the kitchen. With steady steps, she followed the nauseatingly affectionate voice and stepped out of the kitchen's back door.

Separated from the bustling front hall by only a half-person-high carved wooden partition, behind which one could vaguely see the crowd of people and hear the sounds of clinking cups and plates.

In the small open space in front of the partition, a young man dressed in a brand-new moon-white silk robe, with a tall and straight figure, is leaning slightly with his back to the kitchen door, performing affectionately in an empty direction.

They look quite respectable.

The young man in ancient style clearly heard the footsteps behind him. A gentle smile appeared on his lips at just the right moment as he prepared to greet the moved Zi Xi.

He turned slightly to the side, his movements elegant and fluid, as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times before speaking: "Xi'er, I knew it..."

His impending brilliant performance was abruptly interrupted by a sudden, unexpected bucket of filth thrown at him.

I'll try out the AI ​​image editing feature; it shouldn't significantly affect the viewing experience.

The murky, greasy water, which reeked of a strong sour smell, slammed hard onto the meticulously groomed face of the young man in ancient style.

The immense impact caused the young man in ancient style to sway three times on the spot, letting out a few strange cries of vomit. His carefully crafted pose instantly collapsed, and his brand-new moon-white silk robe turned into a dirty rag in the blink of an eye, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his bewildered features.

A few rotten vegetable leaves, speckled with mud, clung tightly to his proud hair, swaying stubbornly as his body trembled.

A few more pieces landed squarely on his lips, which were agape in surprise, as he prepared to continue reciting his lines!

Time seemed to have been paused.

Behind the partition, the diners who had been peeking around and whispering, ready to watch the show, were instantly petrified.

Even the waiters who were shuttling around seemed to be frozen in place, holding their trays and standing still.

Rumors throughout the capital say that the young master of the Eight Treasures Pavilion is obsessed with the scholar Pei Ziqing, and has even vowed to marry no one but Pei Ziqing. Why is he in such a bad mood today?