Chapter 92: The Great Matter of Dali Concluded! The Next Target!

Qin Hongmian was slightly startled, thinking: This man, judging only by his appearance and demeanor, is indeed outstanding.

But recalling the matters her daughter had mentioned, and seeing the elegant woman standing at Fang Han’s side, her face darkened as she barked:

“Wanqing!”

Hearing her master’s call, Mu Wanqing reluctantly slipped out of Fang Han’s arms.

Fang Han took the initiative to hold Mu Wanqing’s soft, delicate hand and walked to Qin Hongmian, bowing respectfully in greeting.

Qin Hongmian saw that he was polite and proper, and Wanqing’s expression showed deep affection for him. Her heart relaxed slightly, but she still did not trust him. She fixed her eyes firmly on Fang Han and asked:“Since you already have a wife, how can you take Wanqing? Go and divorce your wife, and I’ll agree to give Wanqing to you.”

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing was so terrified her flower-like face turned pale.

She knew very well the feelings between Fang Han and Cheng Lingsu, and how nothing external could disrupt them. To put it bluntly, the reason she herself had been able to realize her wish was because Cheng Lingsu had agreed.

Toward Cheng-guniang, Mu Wanqing felt both reverence and fear.

Cheng Lingsu had always stayed by Fang Han’s side. Even now, hearing these words, she showed no outward emotion, her face calm.

Because she knew her Fang-dage would never do such a thing. Naturally, she would not be shaken by them.

Glancing at Qin Hongmian, she saw the woman’s features clouded with grievance and cruelty. Remembering what she had heard from Mu Wanqing in passing, Cheng Lingsu faintly guessed:

Perhaps she was wounded by love…

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but glance at the Prince of Zhennan and his wife.

From the confrontation just now, Cheng-guniang had already roughly understood the situation.

Fang Han frowned as he looked at Qin Hongmian. If it had been anyone else daring to speak this way, he would at the very least give them a lesson. But this was his mother-in-law…

Hmm, not easy to touch.

And besides, it was understandable—out of concern for her daughter.

He shook his head slightly and said:

“That is my wife of first vows. In this life and the next… for all eternity, we will never be parted.”

At first, he had intended to say “in this life and this world,” but recalling the Life Simulator, he changed his wording.

Even with Cheng Lingsu’s usual serenity, hearing Fang Han publicly declare this before everyone, her heart trembled.

A surge of joy and emotion blossomed within her.

Her calm expression could no longer be maintained. Her clear eyes, bright as stars, brimmed with gentle radiance as she gazed tenderly at Fang Han.

“As for Wanqing…”

Fang Han continued, turning his head to look at Mu Wanqing. He gave a slight nod before speaking again to Qin Hongmian:“She loves me, and I love her. I will never let her suffer. Please, rest assured.”

Qin Hongmian stared blankly at Fang Han, her expression complicated.

Back then…

She had asked another man a similar question. But at that time, it wasn’t for her daughter—it was for herself.

That man had promised nothing.

Whenever she had brought it up, he would hem and haw, unwilling to give a clear answer.

At this thought, Qin Hongmian instinctively turned her eyes to Duan Zhengchun.

When Duan Zhengchun suddenly noticed her gaze, his heart skipped. Then, as if understanding something, guilt and regret welled up inside him.

Sensing his guilty look, Qin Hongmian snapped back to herself and sneered inwardly.

Guilt!? What damn use is guilt!?

She turned back to Fang Han, thinking: At least this man can give a straightforward answer.

As for divorcing his wife…

If he had actually agreed to discard his wife for her words, then Qin Hongmian would have frowned instead.

She gave a light nod and said:

“Since Wanqing loves you, I cannot stop her. But if you dare betray her, I don’t care if it’s the end of the earth—I will come to kill you!”

Mu Wanqing was overjoyed to hear this, but the latter half of the words made her blurt anxiously:“No, you mustn’t kill Fang-lang…”

Seeing her master’s look of disappointment, she lowered her voice timidly:

“He… he won’t wrong me.”

Then, nervously, she turned her gaze to Fang Han:

“Will you?”

Fang Han’s expression softened warmly. He nodded:

“Mm. Never.”

Mu Wanqing broke into a sweet smile:

“Then that’s wonderful.”

She slipped over to Cheng Lingsu, apologizing softly for what had just happened.

Cheng Lingsu did not take offense. She smiled gently, letting it pass.

Qin Hongmian frowned slightly at this, then relaxed.

Since Wanqing was determined to follow this man, getting along with his wife was only proper.

At least, it didn’t look like she would be some jealous shrew.

Thinking this, Qin Hongmian cast a sidelong glance at Dao Baifeng.

After all, in this era, three wives and four concubines were entirely normal.

Qin Hongmian herself didn’t see it as unusual. Her own shimei Gan Baobao had once been infatuated with Duan Zhengchun too—was she unaware?

She knew, yet still kept ties. Clearly, she didn’t mind.

The real problem lay with Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng.

As a prince of the state, his marriage naturally carried political weight. Dao Baifeng was a political match.

The Dali Duan clan ruled as Han, and to secure their rule, they needed alliances.

Thus their marriage had come about. Crucially, Dao Baifeng was the daughter of a powerful Baiyi chieftain. That people followed a monogamous system and especially could not tolerate Duan Zhengchun’s flirtations. Knowing he dallied outside made her furious. To bring women home was beyond the limit.

So…

Though Duan Zhengchun stirred up countless women outside, none had ever entered his palace.

Dao Baifeng had already been watching Qin Hongmian closely. When she saw Qin Hongmian cast her a cold, scornful look, she exploded.

Duan Zhengchun sensed danger and quickly whispered:

“Fenghuang’er! Fenghuang’er! Everyone’s here, don’t make a scene, all right?”

Dao Baifeng flushed with rage:

“Make a scene!? Which of your eyes saw me make a scene!? So in your heart, am I this kind of woman!?”

Duan Zhengchun yelped and hastily denied it.

Watching this, Duan Yu felt his scalp prickle and hurried to meditate.

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