Chapter 166 The纨绔世子 5 (2/2)

The emperor was overjoyed and immediately granted the marriage.

This series of calculations can be described as a step-by-step maneuver, and any wrong step could lead to utter ruin.

But this little guy actually did it.

This scoundrel also played a significant role in the fall of the kingdom, colluding with the enemy prince to protect the female protagonist and the enemy prince as they traveled to the enemy country.

Although he was killed in the enemy country, Zi Xi felt that such a person and such a death were too lenient for him!

Because he is not only a scumbag, but also a traitor!

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Pei Ziqing, clutching his sunken nose and with half his face still bearing the swollen mark of a slap, lay half-lying in the alley for a full half hour before two kind passersby helped him up and took him to a clinic.

Pei Ziqing spent one tael of silver at the clinic and stayed for three days before returning home.

The slap mark on his face had faded, but the deep humiliation lingered in his heart like the most venomous five-step snake, gnawing at his internal organs day and night.

Pei Ziqing, a dignified scholar and future top scholar, had never suffered such humiliation!

He was still with an orphan girl he never took seriously, treating her only as a backup plan and a money bag!

"Liu Zixi...you only have the Eight Treasures Pavilion, what's so great about that!"

"Once I become the prince consort, the first thing I'll do is have someone demolish the Eight Treasures Pavilion!!"

Pei Ziqing lay on the musty bed, his teeth grinding together, the hatred in his eyes almost burning through the dilapidated roof.

During the few days he was recuperating, he devised several wicked schemes.

He couldn't retaliate openly; Liu Zixi, that tigress, was too formidable, and the Eight Treasures Pavilion was full of suspicious people.

But if he can't do it openly, he can do it covertly!

"Liu Zixi, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Pei Ziqing got up, took out ten taels of silver from under his pillow, and sneered repeatedly.

The next day, several thugs with menacing faces, who looked like they were up to no good, swaggered into the newly renovated lobby of Bazhenlou during a busy lunchtime.

The bald man at the head of the group, with his chest exposed to reveal the tattoo on his chest, slammed his large, fan-like hand down on the long table covered with an elegant blue and white tablecloth, making the chopstick holder on the table jump.

"Where's the shopkeeper? Get your ass out here right now!"

"Damn it! I ate a meal here and came back with diarrhea that's made me look like a monster! What kind of rotten meat and stinky vegetables did you serve at this black-hearted restaurant! Pay up! If you don't pay up, I'll smash up this lousy place!"

The bald man yelled in a hoarse voice, spitting everywhere, and kicked over all the stools as he spoke.

The diners were startled by the sudden turn of events, and they all stopped eating, their faces showing alarm.

The waiter's face turned pale, and he instinctively wanted to run to the kitchen.

Just then, a slightly impatient female voice came from the kitchen doorway before the person even arrived.

"What's all the noise about? You have diarrhea, how do you still have the energy to shout like that?"

"And what you said is disgusting. Can't you see the guests are eating? If you ruin their appetite, can you afford to compensate them?"

Zi Xi, wearing a clean, plain-colored apron and carrying a boning knife, strolled out slowly.

"Distinguished guests, we apologize for disturbing your enjoyment! As an apology, we'll offer half a freshly baked honey-glazed crispy duck per table, as a token of our appreciation. It'll be right there!"

"Xiao Zhao, go to the kitchen and see if the chefs have finished baking."

She didn't even look at the few fierce-looking thugs; her gaze first swept over the frightened diners, and a friendly smile appeared on her face.

But with a razor in her hand, there was no trace of friendliness in her.