In the past, it was always her stuttering and stammering, trying to strike up a conversation with him.
Now that he took the initiative to ask, he was met with a cold response.
Pei Yuanshao’s smile on his lips faded a bit: “Wife-master, you don’t need to work in the fields today. Is breakfast ready?”
Yesterday, she fell asleep and no one cooked. He only ate the tea cakes Guan Yunyun had someone deliver from the county a few days ago.
This time, Liu Changning’s face finally showed some expression. She raised her eyes, a glint of sharpness hidden in her tea-colored eyes, and asked coldly: “You want me to make breakfast?”
The red-clothed man nodded as if it was a matter of course. He caressed the fire whip at his waist, the tear mole at the corner of his eye trembling, making his jade-like face enchanting and bewitching.
Liu Changning pursed her lips. Beautiful as he was, it was a pity he was a scoundrel.
“I go to cook, and what do you do? Rely on your good looks to earn those few pieces of raw meat on the chopping block?”
She glanced at him sideways, her tone flat, but her words were particularly merciless.
Emperor Pei Yuanshao’s smile froze on his face, the charming light in his peach blossom eyes vanishing completely.
He looked again at the woman on the rocking chair and saw her expressionless face revealing a hint of mockery.
Angered, the curve of his lips deepened into a dangerous smile: “What does Wife-master mean? Are you blaming me for not being skilled in the art of cooking?”
Liu Changning neither agreed nor denied. She raised her hand to block the increasingly scorching sunlight. The sun was high, making her cheeks a bit painful.
She propped herself up and stood, tilting her chin towards Pei Yuanshao, pointing inside the house: “It’s hot here. Let’s talk inside. I have something to say to you anyway!”
What did this village woman want to do?
Pei Yuanshao, having been openly and subtly mocked, was so angry he could barely control his smile.
He was stunned for a moment. When he looked up again, she had already stepped onto the earthen steps and entered the main hall.
He narrowed his eyes and slowly followed.
――
This four-room earthen house of the Liu family was old, with quite a few chunks of earth fallen from the earthen corners.
The interior of the house was quite clean, but the musty smell was impossible to block out.
The so-called main hall actually only had a writing desk, a legless eight immortals table, and a few worn-out long benches.
At first glance, it could be described as having only the bare essentials.
Liu Changning found it quite strange. With the male lead’s appearance, it would be easy for him to marry into a wealthy family as a concubine.
Why would he choose the original owner who was so ugly, lowly, and poor?
Now that she had transmigrated here herself and experienced it firsthand, she wanted to find out the reason, but discovered that the memories of the original owner marrying the male lead were fragmented and blurry.
As for the descriptions in the novel, they were even simpler, with many things glossed over.
Unable to figure it out, Liu Changning didn’t dwell on it. In any case, this troublemaker couldn’t stay today.
Seeing him come in, Liu Changning tilted her head and glanced at him. Pointing to the wooden stool at the bottom of the hall, she said: “Sit!”
Pei Yuanshao raised his eyebrows, habitually curling his lips. That curve, stereotypically paired with his stunning face, was just the right amount of allure.
Unfortunately, Liu Changning only gave him a casual glance.
She turned to retrieve the dried writing brushes and ink from the front of the desk and walked over with slow steps. The yellowish headband on top of her head fluttered in the wind, making her whole body seem unsteady.
Her good-for-nothing husband was a person who pretended to be refined. In this bare earthen house, there were writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, copybooks, and books.
While it was noisy outside the courtyard earlier, she had gone to his room to find writing tools and wrote this letter of divorce. Now, the ink on the rice paper had dried.
Liu Changning handed the letter of divorce to him, her tea-colored eyes staring straight at him as she said bluntly: “Let’s divorce!”
__________
“Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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